The Peppermint Tea Goblin

January 19, 2014

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Living with others post your early 20s is always a challenge, regardless of who it is. I live with my parents – the worst example of people you can live with as a young adult. During this time you’re coming into your own; your own tastes, levels of comfort, preference of clothing optional in the kitchen etc. however you have to now temper that based on those around you and their own levels of comfort etc.

Fine.

However what really pisses me off is when you have a communal space where items are stored. Before I continue let me say this – I am not a selfish person. I love sharing with people who appreciate the things I do and it gives us something to chat and/or complain about in unison. BUT when people are clearly using your things without asking and more importantly TELLING you they’re using them, that right there folks is when tensions mount.

Those who know me are aware of my routines and my little obsessions. Peppermint tea and peach iced tea being two of them. I always keep a box of Heath & Heather peppermint tea in my cupboard to start the day, end the day, or to have a cup at some point during the day. It calms me and I love the taste. The other day though I started noticing a discrepancy in my peppermint reserve. I said to myself that someone else must be partaking of the delicious “peppermintness” I so adore.

I lacked solid evidence of this so I said maybe I miscounted the number of bags remaining.

Then came the bait and switch. Someone put OTHER types of peppermint tea in my box! The very gall! I depleted my authentic Heath & Heather reserve and moved on to another box. That went swiftly also and again I suspected foul play but lacked evidence. Until I was down to the last tea bag and arose the next day to find it and the box gone entirely! Proof! Which at the time didn’t appease me since I was out of my calming peppermint tea. I purchased another box (I really should buy it in bulk) and carried on with my monitoring – but I needed answers.

I decided to confront my mother aka the most likely suspect and while waving the box “asked” if she had been drinking this peppermint tea. She turned, scanned the label on the box and declared she doesn’t use that brand “specifically” then asked if I wanted it. I was taken aback! I exclaimed “it’s MINE!” To which she acted as though she had no clue as to how this magical box of peppermint tea kept appearing in the cupboard despite her not buying it.

I am now suspicious of my father but he always denies touching anything so that will be a lost cause. Clearly there is a peppermint tea goblin breaking into my home and violating my holdings for his perverse pleasures.

This isn’t the end, I can assure you of that!


For The Record

February 24, 2009

I’d just like to take this opportunity to point out a few things that have annoyed me or in some way affected me in a negative manner of recent.

1. Ignorant names for children.

Now I won’t accept “thee parents’ names were boring”  as justification for naming your children folly. These names may seem cute to you at the time, or even original, but somewhere along the lines, they lose their shine and the children are left to deal with some crap for names.
The current examples:
i. Le-a (Pronounced Leedasha) and
ii. Assholé (Pronounced Asholay)
I’ve decided within myself those parents need to be reprimanded for naming their children those foolish names and the children be allowed to change them if they so desire.
However, I will admit the first name inspired me to come up with a sexy name for an Indian child: “&” That’s right, ‘ampersand’. I can hear it now, Ampersand Pardasani is a HOT name, but to each his own.

2. Theft on Public Transportation

For those of you who may or may not know, or even care for that matter, I have been the victim of not one but TWO incidents of theft aboard public transportation vehicles. It needs to stop. I dislike theft in general but especially such cowardice as pick pocketing. At least gun point shows some testicular fortitude, though I abhor gun violence of any kind, it’s still more brass b… I digress. The fact of the matter is I decree Harsher Penalties for Persons found Guilty of Theft!

3. The rise of the Dunce Class

It has baffled me for many a moon as to how being stupid is now the order of the day. I am sure you, my educated readers remember the days when all the rave was school, educating oneself, having a command of the standard and what not. However that is being seen as ‘old school’ and the new wave being ridden is that of abandonment of values, norms and a general disregard for self-improvement. What happened?
Personally, I believe one too many parent refused to burst their child’s ass and tell them “You, go! Learn!” and then plopping duncy down in front of a television to watch shite. No longer is  Sesame Street as enlightening as it was, it has now been watered down, glossed up and super commercialized to dominate sales and saw down the glazed over little kiddies abandoned by their hard working parents. Bring the old Sesame Street back. Frig Dora, she’s a loser.

That’s it for now, my little announcement of sorts is over. I just had to clear my mind of that.

You may now returned to your regularly scheduled lives.


More Important than Chris Brown Beating Rihanna

February 11, 2009

So yeah I know all the talk is about how Chompers (Chris Brown) beat up on Rihanna (allegedly) and it was interesting for a hot 10 minutes however, an even GREATER travesty has happened this very day!

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Pictured above are my Ralph Lauren sunglasses SKU# 498675 RA4007 which were miraculously disappeared from the ZR Van I was on this evening after a lovely day out. Damned public transport!

Sigh… the only thing worse that could happen is if my iPod were to blow up in my face while listening to it rendering me deaf AND ugly. I feel so naked and vulnerable… my reality filter is gone! WHY ME!!!???

I can’t leave home during the day now, so please make all arrangements to see me during sundown hours.

Thanks in advance for your co-operation during this trying time.