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I'm Aisling. I'm a "dorkerella," on the never ending quest to be the world's greatest know-it-all. This is my story.17 October 2006
I HATE YOU BLOGGER!
Okay, so, I hate my Blogger Beta, because NOBODY can comment on it! And that makes me mad and not want to update. But I shall. I shall soldier on like a soldier in a soldier camp.
I've got some fantastic advice from some Katimalumni I stalked, erm, found on Bebo, so I'm really psyched, but still quite nervous. My stomac nearly dropped when I checked this page and found '1 month 5 days' glaring back at me. It's unnerving. I am nowhere near ready.
Some lady phoned me this morning and asked if I do furnace cleaning. So, I explained to her, that I don't, that this is my house. So, she reads me a number off of a pamphlet. And I say, yes, that is my number, but no, I am not a furnace cleaner. So, she muses (aloud, like I care) that maybe they've gone out of business. And so I say, yeah, well it must have been a while ago since I've had this phone number for almost 10 years. She says, So this is a residence and not a business? Yes, I say. So, she says okay, and hangs up. Less than 5 minutes later she calls back and asks me if I do fire place cleaning, because the pamphlet says that aswell. And I say, no. And she asks me if anyone here does. And I say no, I ... um... live here- as in, this is a HOUSE. And she goes, yeah, okay, maybe I'll throw this pamplet away. UMMMM, YEAH!!!!!! Maybe you should have thought of that after the first time I told you I don't clean furnaces!?!?!?!!!!! So, I just said, Okay. Bye. And hung up. That was an hour ago, and she hasn't called again, so I think se gets the point, and actually threw out the pamphlet. Anyway, just to make sure I'm going to ask my parents or my 16 year old brother if any of them are cleaning furnaces these days.
Oh, and yesterday we got a call from some Conservative-facist group asking if we thought gays should be allowed to marry. My mom told us not to say anything, but I yelled YESSSSSSS!!!!!! Point one for the gays.
So, that was pretty much all I came here to talk about.
If you need your furnace cleaned, please call me at 1.800.Please throw out your 20-year-old pamphlets, kthnx.
I've got some fantastic advice from some Katimalumni I stalked, erm, found on Bebo, so I'm really psyched, but still quite nervous. My stomac nearly dropped when I checked this page and found '1 month 5 days' glaring back at me. It's unnerving. I am nowhere near ready.
Some lady phoned me this morning and asked if I do furnace cleaning. So, I explained to her, that I don't, that this is my house. So, she reads me a number off of a pamphlet. And I say, yes, that is my number, but no, I am not a furnace cleaner. So, she muses (aloud, like I care) that maybe they've gone out of business. And so I say, yeah, well it must have been a while ago since I've had this phone number for almost 10 years. She says, So this is a residence and not a business? Yes, I say. So, she says okay, and hangs up. Less than 5 minutes later she calls back and asks me if I do fire place cleaning, because the pamphlet says that aswell. And I say, no. And she asks me if anyone here does. And I say no, I ... um... live here- as in, this is a HOUSE. And she goes, yeah, okay, maybe I'll throw this pamplet away. UMMMM, YEAH!!!!!! Maybe you should have thought of that after the first time I told you I don't clean furnaces!?!?!?!!!!! So, I just said, Okay. Bye. And hung up. That was an hour ago, and she hasn't called again, so I think se gets the point, and actually threw out the pamphlet. Anyway, just to make sure I'm going to ask my parents or my 16 year old brother if any of them are cleaning furnaces these days.
Oh, and yesterday we got a call from some Conservative-facist group asking if we thought gays should be allowed to marry. My mom told us not to say anything, but I yelled YESSSSSSS!!!!!! Point one for the gays.
So, that was pretty much all I came here to talk about.
If you need your furnace cleaned, please call me at 1.800.Please throw out your 20-year-old pamphlets, kthnx.
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