since moving to the city, i've become unheathily obsessed with craigslist. i used to peruse it from time to time for shits and giggles, etc. etc. now, i literally leave it open in a browser window and hit refresh about every five minutes or so... and honestly, it just feels like every 5 minutes in my head, which means that it's probably actually every 2 minutes. i'm sure the tech guys here at the good ole office love seeing that one in their reports. i know i'm gonna love it when they fire my ass over it.
(sidenote: i also love that we have blocked website categories to prevent unnecessary surfing and that different websites fall under really odd categories. for instance, friendster, a site i use for correspondence with several friends, is filed under personals/dating/sex. i get the first two, but the sex one just doesn't connect. oh, and i also love that i'm sure those blocked pages get logged somewhere, and i keep popping up as trying to access sex sites. lovely.)
to be fired over craigslist has got to be one of the coolest - or saddest - reasons for termination ever!
my favorite part of craigslist is, of course, the missed connections page. everyday, what feels like hundreds of people make little posts about the hot girl they were too shy to talk to on the train, the guy in the elevator who made them smile, or the jackass who drove by and splashed them with a puddle while they were harmlessly crossing the street. admittedly, i love this page because i so badly want someone to be looking for me. it'd be such a thrill to find out after the fact that you somehow made someone else's bus ride sublime without having really done anything but sat there riding it. it'd make my day to know i'd made someone's commute.
i'm beginning to recognize the signs of my own mental illness; today's sign: reasonably thinking i could ever date someone with the same first name. literally, like brett & brett. i'm on crack or something.
oh, and i think there's a guy who comes through here who could have easily been a serial killer if he hadn't decided to learn to cook instead. then again, what's to say one truly rules out the other.
i.f.o.t.d. - when walking past highrise apartment buildings, i often worry that an air conditioner, flower pot, anvil, window fan, etc. will fall out of a window and hit me square on the noggin, killing me instantly.
posted by brett @ 5:16 PM
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