if you could shut up, that'd be AWESOME!

why is it that when you call a restaurant to get food delivered, you end up with a headache... or just annoyed? there should some sort of universal filler noise or word when ordering something over the phone that isn't UH HUH. because as i'm giving you information, including my credit card number, it's suuuuuuuper annoying to listen to you say UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH in between every letter, word, or number. i'm JUST saying. i know you're there... i know you hear... i know you're actually getting what i'm saying, so if you have to make any sort of strange utterance, why not repeat what i'm saying... just for s's and g's. this will also eliminate the need for you to call me back fourteen seconds later to reconfirm my credit card number because you wrote it down incorrectly.

thank you... now bring me my sushi.

hi friends! it's dactyl here... slowly losing her mind. i sat at home for two hours yesterday waiting and waiting for my freshdirect to be delivered. yeah. i selected a wednesday delivery slot. awesome.

and please tell me why AWESOME is the greatest word ever? i use it excessively, i know that i do. i just can't help it. my bad. word up g. ugh.

it's warm and balmy today in new york. the warmer air and my new pseudo blackout draperies seem to make it impossible to wake up with my alarm in the mornings. this is the second time this week that i slept through the buzzing and managed to make it in to work twenty minutes late. yes, it's wednesday. i know.

pushing all the wrong buttons...

the time has come, to push the button. sorry... lyrics.

anyway, i've been picking up a few festive winter tidbits (in the clothing arena, of course), and i'm noticing that i am at CONSTANT war with the buttons on my shiitake. last week, i found that both of the cute little buttons on the sleeve of a new shirt had popped off, the middle button of my new sweater had come off (luckily id kept the extra button b/c it's rather large and noticeable when missing), the short sleeved work appropriate little jackety thing i bought... the button popped off of the first day. now i KNOW i sometimes have a problem with corners, meaning i cut them too short, and am always walking into walls... so maybe i'm just snagging these buttons on corners, or am too rough with myself as the day goes by. who knows really. all i'm saying, is that i can't seem to keep the buttons on my clothing. if i had a boyfriend, he'd like this about me... however i do not... and therefore, need my buttons.

normally when i buy new clothes and remove the tags, that extra little envelope (or baggie as the case may be) with the standby button gets tossed right into the garbage. eff that. seriously, i'm now going to take up a button collection, because even in new clothes i somehow manage to look like an utter hobo. hobo chic is in right? eeeesh.

i'm enjoying my morning latte and croissant (yes i realize its afternoon but just go with me here.. and yes i pronounce croissant in my french maid accent) and i really love the advent of this festive little coffee lid. you pull back the tab and it tucks neatly into a premade little nook, so it stays open and you can enjoy your coffee. so fancy. who THOUGHT of that? i'd like to give them a high five.

and then i'd also like to meet the inventor of pantyhose... whoever HE is (b/c come on...it's clearly a he)... and punch him in the face.

carry on.