What a great feeling. Asking the bank a question regarding how to pay your credit card off online, when you suddenly find a random Mexican man apparently has a Social Security number identical to yours. Um excuse me? Before I know it, there will be a man selling tamales near the highway named Michelle Goldstein.
.....luckily, after checking back in with the bank in my building twice on Friday, I found out it was a typo in their computer system. Yeah don't let it happen again.
p.s. does anyone else find the credit card payment system online to be extremely confusing? I do.....hahha.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wear Your Crescent and Pearls on High.
Ahhhhhh the flip flop. Nothing like a bunch of girls screaming and doing hand movements pretending to rush. So what if we are 24-25 years old now. Why would that matter? We still go for the 97.84 return rate like we had Junior year. Once a sorority girl, always a sorority girl. Enjoy the video. Disregard my pigtails. I look horrible in my jazz pants & wife beater.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
ShotSki.
Imagine, 4 people taking a shot at the same time. What could be better? We were in Colorado from March 15-20th and the boys decided this would be a good idea to build one of these. Instead of locking the shot glasses into the ski, they decided a magnet would work better, so the glasses could be removed and therefore cleaned. Although a good initial thought, the shot-taking process required two hands: one on the ski and the other holding the shot glass so it didn't fall and hit you in the face. Here is a photo of us taking this. Fantastic. Butterscotch & Bailey's shots. Nothing in the world is better after skiing.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Homeless Trixie Look.
Size 11 (i think) Men's Pumas.
No socks.
Sweatpants.
No hat (yellow hood).
Plastic bag (holding all clothes left at boyfriend Doug's place).
Snowstorm.
Add these things up. What do you get? Mish is not happy at 10:3am on a Sunday morning when finally stepping on the CTA 22 Bus at Wellington and Clark, because she was unable to find the luxury Honda owned by the boyfriend to drive herself home...(hey I won't criticize, as Ferris Buller would say "I don't even have a piece of shit so I have to envy yours" in a conversation with Cameron Fry). My shoes (or shall I say Doug's gym shoes that I was sporting as an alternative to the red patent leather pumps that I wore last night) almost slid off as I walked onto the bus. Luckily, as I turned the corner onto Clark, the bus was just pulling up, so I didn't have to wait , but could practically see because the snow was blowing in my face. Looking into the mirror upon my return to Lincoln and Armitage, it was clear that I had a very unique look going on: smeared mascara, wet hair, yellow hood, damp draw-string pants, stamp on right hand from Grand Central, and plastic bag with hoodies pouring out. Sweet. Surprisingly, I didn't run into any previous guys I had hooked up with. What a shock! Those things usually happen to me.
No socks.
Sweatpants.
No hat (yellow hood).
Plastic bag (holding all clothes left at boyfriend Doug's place).
Snowstorm.
Add these things up. What do you get? Mish is not happy at 10:3am on a Sunday morning when finally stepping on the CTA 22 Bus at Wellington and Clark, because she was unable to find the luxury Honda owned by the boyfriend to drive herself home...(hey I won't criticize, as Ferris Buller would say "I don't even have a piece of shit so I have to envy yours" in a conversation with Cameron Fry). My shoes (or shall I say Doug's gym shoes that I was sporting as an alternative to the red patent leather pumps that I wore last night) almost slid off as I walked onto the bus. Luckily, as I turned the corner onto Clark, the bus was just pulling up, so I didn't have to wait , but could practically see because the snow was blowing in my face. Looking into the mirror upon my return to Lincoln and Armitage, it was clear that I had a very unique look going on: smeared mascara, wet hair, yellow hood, damp draw-string pants, stamp on right hand from Grand Central, and plastic bag with hoodies pouring out. Sweet. Surprisingly, I didn't run into any previous guys I had hooked up with. What a shock! Those things usually happen to me.
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