Sunday, August 30, 2009

the worst

I feel horrible about myself tonight.

I have friends visiting from LA and I met up with them for dinner. Before their plane landed, I took the liberty of choosing the restaurant and making the dinner reservation for 8pm. So when they finally arrived, all we had to do was drive to the place.

After the meal, I helped put left overs in boxes/styro containers. As I was doing this, they convinced me to take most of the food home. I agreed.

Only WAY AFTER I had driven them to Walgreens for supplies, then back to their hotel and when I was already back home here in San Jose that I realized: I DID NOT GIVE MY SHARE OF THE FOOD BILL.

I AM SO DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW!!! How could I be that distracted that I didn't pay for my share? It is not me.
I can't think of a reason why I would forget to do such an important thing. It's so weird!

As soon as I realized my mistake, I sent a text message to my friends, thanked them for dinner and told them that I will treat them to lunch tomorrow.


Gosh, how could I be so absent minded? I hate it.
On the drive home, my eyes were so heavy that I was fighting to stay up on the wheel. I realized I didn't get enough sleep last night and I suffered the embarrassing consequence at the dining table.

30th

This may be a new compulsion forming: a blog post every 30th of the month. Well, I hope it doesn't take that long for me to write...I got mounting stuff to purge.

I've been thinking of deleting all of my networking site accounts. I am close to doing it!
Believe it or not, I still have Friendster. Why on earth do I still want to take up space there? The silly reason that I can't kill it yet is because I signed up for it in 2003. It is such an antique.

MySpace can eat dirt for all I care. Wait, let me go there and end its uselessness...
Dang! They ask for too many things before they let you go. I just wanted out and they made me check my email, click on click stuff and was told to wait 48 hours for cancellation to take effect. You suck, MySpace. I'm glad to be done with you!

Next on the guillotine: Multiply. Next next: Twitter? We shall see...