The Sweetness Of Doing Nothing

The Boyfriend has been bugging me to blog something, specifically about him, Ive denied this request, but  in the name of Love.

Philip, your beyond wonderful && i love you.

Anywho, i now Tumblr more than i sleep, its quite addicting. Ive come down with a sinus infection  and have been bedridden all week, is been horrible. I get yelled at for giving positive reviews that arnt positive on Ebay which is humorous and now will share with you:

Ahem, i bought a shirt offline, which i do really like even though its too big.. but its from China? And apparently this lady in Indianapolis decided to sell it on ebay, starting bid, 99 cents... I bought this shirt for like 7$ with shipping. So i wrote on her little feedback thing this comment:

me: fast shipping, only prob was that the shirt smelled really bad

She replied under it:

Rude:   "if it was that big deal u should have contact seller, no bad smell when shipped "

 

Thennn she sent me an email..:

I apologize that the shirt smell bad, and I'm not sure why, can you please re do your feedback, I will give you a discount for the problem, I'm so sorry....this item was shipped straight from warehouse.

PAUSE. Ok..i bought the shirt for 7 dollars. 7. And she says she wants to give me a discount.. me being the rational non-rude human being responded as so:

Me: No need for a discount, i just wanted to let you know that the shirt had a bad odor, its nothing a simple wash can fix.

Rude: I wish u had emailed me instead of putting a bad remark on my feed back, It was in the package, I don't know why it smelled like that, I work hard to do right by my customers.

Obviously not... You send me rude emails telling me now it is my fault that the shirt smelled bad because i didnt email this stranger about it, instead i did the ebay- proffessional buyer thing and gave her a review.

She now only has 99.8% positive feedback.

People these days.

Other than that, im fixing up my website, selling clothes i no longer wear and looking up classes online for creative writing. 

Within poverty comes prosperity? Maybe, more like free time produces gobs of creativity.

I'll dolce far niete ;)