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Out of curiosity, I took a Miggs-Bryer Personality Test and got the Detective/Logistican as a result. Personally, I think this test is rubbish. Reading the general character traits of an ISTJ, I don't think most of them apply to me.
My search for new sheets continues to be fruitless. I am looking for black or dark purple sheets, but the trend this season seems to be for ugly taupe neutrals or overdone floral prints. Please tell me we're not cycling back round to the late 60s/early 70s in regards to fashion/home decor. Because I don't think I could stand that.
I got a lemonade today from Books-A-Misery and am deeply regretting it. It was sickly tart and my stomach is NOT happy with me.
On Mondays, I usually visit my friend, Paul, and take him around on errands because he does not have a car. But he did not respond to my texts/phone call asking if we were still on, so I went out and did my stuff, then came home. Still no word from him, so my brain is wondering if he's okay? Because I am convinced that one day I will go out to his house and find him dead in his recliner. I know, I know. Grim much?
I bought a case of Cherry Bubbly to try, as I'm looking for a low-sugar alternative to soda. I am not impressed. It feels like I'm drinking seltzer water with a hint of cherry. I cannot see myself finishing this stuff, so that's $6 down the drain.
And later this week, I'm taking my car in to get her brakes inspected. I know the drums are warped, and I don't care, I just want to know the brakes will work when I press them.
So, randomness achieved. Yes? Yes.
My search for new sheets continues to be fruitless. I am looking for black or dark purple sheets, but the trend this season seems to be for ugly taupe neutrals or overdone floral prints. Please tell me we're not cycling back round to the late 60s/early 70s in regards to fashion/home decor. Because I don't think I could stand that.
I got a lemonade today from Books-A-Misery and am deeply regretting it. It was sickly tart and my stomach is NOT happy with me.
On Mondays, I usually visit my friend, Paul, and take him around on errands because he does not have a car. But he did not respond to my texts/phone call asking if we were still on, so I went out and did my stuff, then came home. Still no word from him, so my brain is wondering if he's okay? Because I am convinced that one day I will go out to his house and find him dead in his recliner. I know, I know. Grim much?
I bought a case of Cherry Bubbly to try, as I'm looking for a low-sugar alternative to soda. I am not impressed. It feels like I'm drinking seltzer water with a hint of cherry. I cannot see myself finishing this stuff, so that's $6 down the drain.
And later this week, I'm taking my car in to get her brakes inspected. I know the drums are warped, and I don't care, I just want to know the brakes will work when I press them.
So, randomness achieved. Yes? Yes.
