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Thoughts upon deleting 2500 emails in my retail-only Yahoo account
My best friend from high school sent me a file of Billboard's Top 100 in 2012. Everything in the file is either rap or country. What the hell did I ever do to him? All I could think was "Why did this girl Florida hyphenate her name?" Half the rap songs feature Rhianna. Doesn't that poor kid ever sleep?
I glanced through the more recent bookstore sales events before deleting them all. I really ought to read more books. But I'm into fanfic now; I'm busy.
I unsubscribed to half a dozen retailers. They were really nice about it, in a virtual reality way. Woot even made a joke about possibly giving me one last creepy voice mail, 'cause they're sure we can work it out. At least, I hope it was a joke.
The only unsubscribe I felt guilty about was Sparkpeople, the diet guru. Because I really ought to be eating fewer recreational calories, and Sparkpeople was helping on that score for a while, until they made me feel like a creep for never buying their books.
The only thing I can never bring myself to unsubscribe from is GOOP. This is Gwynneth Paltrow'swhenever-the-hell-she-feels-like-it weekly newsletter of first-world household hints. Each issue, Gwynneth lets her avid readers in on the secret of living the life of the American glitterati. It's just so awful. I love it. It's my guilty pleasure. I saved all the unread back issues, preparing for an orgy of vicarious living. By this time next week, I shall know exactly how one directs one's realtor to find the perfect pied-a-terre in Toronto in the event one is forced to film on location.
I glanced through the more recent bookstore sales events before deleting them all. I really ought to read more books. But I'm into fanfic now; I'm busy.
I unsubscribed to half a dozen retailers. They were really nice about it, in a virtual reality way. Woot even made a joke about possibly giving me one last creepy voice mail, 'cause they're sure we can work it out. At least, I hope it was a joke.
The only unsubscribe I felt guilty about was Sparkpeople, the diet guru. Because I really ought to be eating fewer recreational calories, and Sparkpeople was helping on that score for a while, until they made me feel like a creep for never buying their books.
The only thing I can never bring myself to unsubscribe from is GOOP. This is Gwynneth Paltrow's
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Oh, GOOP is so much fun. Her world is so vastly different from mine that it's almost like she's an alien.