C-listers? and little things

hotel's opened up the 19th floor. in comparison to everything else, the new floor is great! even if it's got layout problems, or the toilets leak out a bit in the back, or the tubs don't drain, or the doors don't look, or the windows don't fully shut... but go team!

eric stromer checked in the other day, he received a renovated room thankfully. he wanted a late check out, segue to his website ericstromer.com ... i love hgtv, btw.
also on the menu, tiffany pollard aka i love new york from vh1 herself. she was quiet, polite even. her manager or whoever that dude was did most of the talking. good thing chasingamy was at work and recognized the name the day before. it was booked for an sgl so we comped it to dlx.

more little things...
- i have a fondness for throwing my phone when i'm angry. $200 be damned.
- i like online shopping more than real shopping; i don't want to be bothered by sales clerks when i peruse thru stuff. of course, real shopping means you can try things on.
- my door is covered in purses/bags. there's a crate worth under my tv as well. also, the brown box in the closet from when we moved to this house and the row of bags in my closet on the top shelf.
- i label my job as being in an abusive relationship, and all the mindf*cks that come with it.
- i think teasing stephanie, within reason!, is funny.
- i've got the same friends since i was 13 years old.
- i don't keep in touch well, even with friends i have no beef with. i've theorized i'm too lazy which also means the other is as well so a fantastic match... that of course leads to the reunions where we pick up where we left off. :-)

on an end note: after yet another self defeating move that even though i knew was the wrong choice but could not help but do it anyway disregarding the fact i'm trying to make the opposite point about us, particularly my attitude and how i feel about the whole lot, i've added 2 brand new scuffs to the front of my phone. apparently, phones hitting dry walls do leave marks.

*sigh* i f*cking hate myself. 1832 hrs.