Dear Chocolate Mocha Fiber One Bars:
I love you so fucking much.
That is all.
Sincerely,
S-Cubed
Monday, May 30, 2011
Random Thoughts
Well, already my three day weekend is almost over. And then it's back!
I am so not looking forward to this week.
My weekend has been pretty uneventful. Friday night I went out to dinner with a gang of people (Mom, sister, aunt, grandmother, aunt's friend, Mom's friend). Saturday was nothing exciting.
Sunday morning, my mom comes in and wakes me up and asks me if I want to go down the shore for the day. Considering the time I was woken, there was only one shore destination we could possibly be going to - Seaside. And sure enough, that is where we ended up. It was like a madhouse down there. It was not a good place to be when your self-confidence is down. I almost had a panic attack when we first got there looking around at all of the people. Maybe it was just my super overcharged sex drive working as usual, but damn, there were a lot of hot guys around (yes, they were pretty much all guidos and all looked like they belonged Durrrsey Shur). And all I could think was, if one guy dare gives me the "grenade" label while I am here, game is over. I am done. But in the grand tradition of things, no guy paid any attention to me.
Between worrying over my foot, being less active as usual, and other unknown reasons, I have been very depressed the past few days. I laid on my bed many times and thought, I don't want to be here anymore, I just want to end it all. And leaving there left me only more depressed.
I am never going to be good enough for anyone, am I?
Goddamn, there were a lot of disgusting sights on the boardwalk. It astonishes me how many fat girls wear bikinis. It's nasty. I could eat all I want down there and not worry about gaining weight because all I would have to do is gorge, take one long around the boardwalk at all the lard hanging out of bikinis, and BLECCCCCCCCCCCHH. I clocked in at around 118 pounds on Friday (although I am sure the number is a lot higher now) and I still flat out refuse to put a two piece on my body that bares my midriff. I have a new two piece, but it's just a skirt and tank top. If my belly is not tight enough to bounce a quarter off of, it will never see the day of light.
And yes, I did see plenty of Durrrsey Shur stuff while I was there. I saw Aztec (which was not the place I thought it was), Karma, the Shore Store (which I was thinking was closer to where we come up on the boards), and the Beach Comber is definitely the place we always eat in.
I am so not looking forward to this week.
My weekend has been pretty uneventful. Friday night I went out to dinner with a gang of people (Mom, sister, aunt, grandmother, aunt's friend, Mom's friend). Saturday was nothing exciting.
Sunday morning, my mom comes in and wakes me up and asks me if I want to go down the shore for the day. Considering the time I was woken, there was only one shore destination we could possibly be going to - Seaside. And sure enough, that is where we ended up. It was like a madhouse down there. It was not a good place to be when your self-confidence is down. I almost had a panic attack when we first got there looking around at all of the people. Maybe it was just my super overcharged sex drive working as usual, but damn, there were a lot of hot guys around (yes, they were pretty much all guidos and all looked like they belonged Durrrsey Shur). And all I could think was, if one guy dare gives me the "grenade" label while I am here, game is over. I am done. But in the grand tradition of things, no guy paid any attention to me.
Between worrying over my foot, being less active as usual, and other unknown reasons, I have been very depressed the past few days. I laid on my bed many times and thought, I don't want to be here anymore, I just want to end it all. And leaving there left me only more depressed.
I am never going to be good enough for anyone, am I?
Goddamn, there were a lot of disgusting sights on the boardwalk. It astonishes me how many fat girls wear bikinis. It's nasty. I could eat all I want down there and not worry about gaining weight because all I would have to do is gorge, take one long around the boardwalk at all the lard hanging out of bikinis, and BLECCCCCCCCCCCHH. I clocked in at around 118 pounds on Friday (although I am sure the number is a lot higher now) and I still flat out refuse to put a two piece on my body that bares my midriff. I have a new two piece, but it's just a skirt and tank top. If my belly is not tight enough to bounce a quarter off of, it will never see the day of light.
And yes, I did see plenty of Durrrsey Shur stuff while I was there. I saw Aztec (which was not the place I thought it was), Karma, the Shore Store (which I was thinking was closer to where we come up on the boards), and the Beach Comber is definitely the place we always eat in.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Lyrics Of The Day
"We Used To Wait" by Arcade Fire:
I don't know what has been going on with me lately, but I feel like I am about to lose my mind and I don't even know why. Every time I walk, my legs feel shaky and like they lose all feeling and like I am about to completely separate from my body. It's a terrible feeling. I keep getting dizzy and I quite a few times I feel like my mind has actually blacked out for a couple seconds. I have times where I feel like I can't focus my eyes and like they go blurry. And it does not seem like anything I should really be concerned about it, because honestly, it feels all mind based.
Last Friday, I was out and when I was going into a store, my foot caught on a crack and turned over a little and I had a slight pain. It didn't hurt to walk on or anything, but it made me kind of nervous and in the grand tradition of things it turned my anxiety switch up. I have been a nervous wreck all week that I am going to do something to it. It doesn't hurt to walk on or anything still, but I do get a slight pain if I step on it a certain way. The pain feels like it's all in the bottom of the joints of my toes and it feels like the pain you get when you need to pop a joint.
And my toes just feel like they need to be popped and popping them will relieve the feeling temporarily. There is no pain if I press on my foot anywhere. I don't know what it is.
I was also starting to believe that maybe That Thing had finally phased out of my life, but over the past week, I have been wanting it really bad. It's terrible to have a problem that tortures you so badly, but the idea of telling someone is even worse because the ridicule you would get is incomprehensible. Especially when you yourself cannot even explain why you have these feelings. I ask myself, why would you want something like this, but even I can't give myself an answer. And it's terribly distressing to not be able to answer it. I just want it to go away.
And you know what doesn't help? That this particular thing I kind of have a fetish for. If I find someone attractive and I add this in to the equation, it increases the person's attractiveness.
I'm not ready to go into specifics here, but here is a question hinting as to what That Thing is- how do you tell people that you wish two perfectly functioning body parts would no longer do so?
Send "We Used to Wait" Ringtone to your C
I used to writeThis song always makes me sad whenever I listen to it. Whenever I hear it, I just want to lie my head down and cry. And there is something about the line "like a patient on a table I wanna walk again gonna move through the pain" that inexplicably depresses me the most.
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
The times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart
I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
It seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
We used to wait
We used to waste hours just walkin around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
Ooooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Ooooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Ooooo we used to wait
Still moving through the pain
I'm gonna write a letter to my true love
I'm gonna sign my name
Like a patient on a table
I wanna walk again
Gonna move through the pain
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Ooooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Ooooo we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Ooooo we used to wait
Still moving through the pain
We used to wait for it
Now we're screaming
Sing the chorus again
I used to wait for it
Hear my voice screaming
Sing the chorus again
Wait for it
I don't know what has been going on with me lately, but I feel like I am about to lose my mind and I don't even know why. Every time I walk, my legs feel shaky and like they lose all feeling and like I am about to completely separate from my body. It's a terrible feeling. I keep getting dizzy and I quite a few times I feel like my mind has actually blacked out for a couple seconds. I have times where I feel like I can't focus my eyes and like they go blurry. And it does not seem like anything I should really be concerned about it, because honestly, it feels all mind based.
Last Friday, I was out and when I was going into a store, my foot caught on a crack and turned over a little and I had a slight pain. It didn't hurt to walk on or anything, but it made me kind of nervous and in the grand tradition of things it turned my anxiety switch up. I have been a nervous wreck all week that I am going to do something to it. It doesn't hurt to walk on or anything still, but I do get a slight pain if I step on it a certain way. The pain feels like it's all in the bottom of the joints of my toes and it feels like the pain you get when you need to pop a joint.
And my toes just feel like they need to be popped and popping them will relieve the feeling temporarily. There is no pain if I press on my foot anywhere. I don't know what it is.
I was also starting to believe that maybe That Thing had finally phased out of my life, but over the past week, I have been wanting it really bad. It's terrible to have a problem that tortures you so badly, but the idea of telling someone is even worse because the ridicule you would get is incomprehensible. Especially when you yourself cannot even explain why you have these feelings. I ask myself, why would you want something like this, but even I can't give myself an answer. And it's terribly distressing to not be able to answer it. I just want it to go away.
And you know what doesn't help? That this particular thing I kind of have a fetish for. If I find someone attractive and I add this in to the equation, it increases the person's attractiveness.
I'm not ready to go into specifics here, but here is a question hinting as to what That Thing is- how do you tell people that you wish two perfectly functioning body parts would no longer do so?
Send "We Used to Wait" Ringtone to your C
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Video Of The Day
I know I have a bizarre sense of humor, but I think this song is fucking hysterical:
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The WTF Of The Day
Is 'DWTS' Pro Maksim Chmerkovskiy Leaving? | PopEater.com
Noooooooooooooo!
I don't even watch the show, but....well, just look at him! I saw a picture of him one time with no shirt on and it was like the heavens opened. It was gorgeous. And then of course, this jerk had to push his way into my thoughts as well and then I thought, imagine them in the same room together with no shirts on, but when I tried to actually picture it, my brain blue screened.
Noooooooooooooo!
I don't even watch the show, but....well, just look at him! I saw a picture of him one time with no shirt on and it was like the heavens opened. It was gorgeous. And then of course, this jerk had to push his way into my thoughts as well and then I thought, imagine them in the same room together with no shirts on, but when I tried to actually picture it, my brain blue screened.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Video Of The Day
FINALLY....I found a clip of it!
YouTube - J-Woww punches Mike The Situation in the face jersey shore atlantic city
Fantastic. Schadenfreude at its finest.
YouTube - J-Woww punches Mike The Situation in the face jersey shore atlantic city
Fantastic. Schadenfreude at its finest.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Random Thoughts
Anyone else disappointed in no Rapture? I am. I was pretty certain that the sole fact that Pete Doherty was being sent to jail was a sign of the impending Rapture.
My sister and I hung out tonight. We went to dinner at Longhorn and then we went to the movies to see Something Borrowed (since I read the book, I was curious to see the movie). During the movie, I got a little blue when a lot of the love scenes came and I started to think, love scenes make me emotional anymore, when the hell did I become such a chick?! Who turned the estrogen on to overload?! I started to care more about my appearance and I get sappy over love. What in the hell happened to me? The former is not such a bad thing, but the latter is!
I saw a story the other day about this young woman who tried to kill herself after her fiance called off the wedding by jumping out of a building and the story immediately made me think of my post the other day when I discussed how I would react if someone was to break my heart right now and I realized I would probably do the same thing as this young woman if I was in a similar situation. I wouldn't try to jump out of a window, but I would more than likely go for some form of suicide if my fiance broke up with me right before we were to marry.
I always have a fear that one of these days something is going to cause me to snap and harm someone else, but ultimately, I think the only person I would ever really try to harm is me.
My sister and I hung out tonight. We went to dinner at Longhorn and then we went to the movies to see Something Borrowed (since I read the book, I was curious to see the movie). During the movie, I got a little blue when a lot of the love scenes came and I started to think, love scenes make me emotional anymore, when the hell did I become such a chick?! Who turned the estrogen on to overload?! I started to care more about my appearance and I get sappy over love. What in the hell happened to me? The former is not such a bad thing, but the latter is!
I saw a story the other day about this young woman who tried to kill herself after her fiance called off the wedding by jumping out of a building and the story immediately made me think of my post the other day when I discussed how I would react if someone was to break my heart right now and I realized I would probably do the same thing as this young woman if I was in a similar situation. I wouldn't try to jump out of a window, but I would more than likely go for some form of suicide if my fiance broke up with me right before we were to marry.
I always have a fear that one of these days something is going to cause me to snap and harm someone else, but ultimately, I think the only person I would ever really try to harm is me.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Random Thoughts
I am so glad the week is finally over! Although I am REALLY not looking forward to this Monday coming. One, it's getting closer to the end of the month and two, my WA is back. Which means my enjoyment of having conversations with others without worrying about her interrupting is going to be coming to end. Huzzah. Or at least until I go postal on her one day about it.
And if the news I was given about her the other day is true, then I know for a fact that she is, like everyone else, not someone I can trust. And if what I was told is true, I would like to punch her lights out. And if it is true, then she is also even stupider than I could ever imagine. I mean, this piece of news almost made my head explode from the sheer stupidness of it. It hurts my head just thinking about it right now. How, I want someone to explain to me, is it I am a virgin and I know more about sex than most of the people out there ACTUALLY HAVING IT?!!!!!
And seriously- if the she thinks shooting a brat out is going to keep her boyfriend around, she has another thing coming. Dumb-freaking-ass! And they used the pull out method as a form of birth control? Hahahahaha! Bwahahahaah! *falls off desk chair squealing with laughter*
God bless America, the land of opportunity. Soon to be the land of absolute stupidity. I want to know how a fictional movie (e.g. Idiocracy) is likely to become a true story.
At the risk of repeating myself, I really do not know if I will be able to make it 50. I don't want to live on this planet anymore! I am ready to kick the bucket. Bite the dust. Whatever you want.
I wish I knew if the Rapture really was going to come. Because do you know what I would do? Pig out. Then I would go to a sex shop, buy some nasty lingerie and a leather whip, book a flight to Florence, march up to wherever the Durrrsey Shur cast is staying (whip in hand so no one messes with me), grab the Situation by his hair, drag him to a bedroom (just like a caveman with a cavewoman), lock the door, push him on the bed, inform him I have flown a bazillion miles to come to get deflowered by him before we all die. And then to spank him because he has been a naughty boy. And when he tells me he is not interested, I will tell him that I am not asking.
God, I really do have problems, don't I? Come on- someone please assure me that I am seriously not the only person on earth- that is of legal age and not completely hosed out of their mind- who thinks he is cute. Sure, I have seen plenty of people say that yes, they would, with a paperbag over his head, but I would hit it without the bag. I think he is cute (for the most part; I have seen some hideous pictures of him). Guess I just have terrible taste.
No. Let's get to how my time before the Rapture really will be spent. The pigging out part will definitely happen. As for the rest? Alone. Forever alone.
*turns up "Lonely Days" by the Bee Gees, sits in the corner, cries while singing loudly*
And if the news I was given about her the other day is true, then I know for a fact that she is, like everyone else, not someone I can trust. And if what I was told is true, I would like to punch her lights out. And if it is true, then she is also even stupider than I could ever imagine. I mean, this piece of news almost made my head explode from the sheer stupidness of it. It hurts my head just thinking about it right now. How, I want someone to explain to me, is it I am a virgin and I know more about sex than most of the people out there ACTUALLY HAVING IT?!!!!!
And seriously- if the she thinks shooting a brat out is going to keep her boyfriend around, she has another thing coming. Dumb-freaking-ass! And they used the pull out method as a form of birth control? Hahahahaha! Bwahahahaah! *falls off desk chair squealing with laughter*
God bless America, the land of opportunity. Soon to be the land of absolute stupidity. I want to know how a fictional movie (e.g. Idiocracy) is likely to become a true story.
At the risk of repeating myself, I really do not know if I will be able to make it 50. I don't want to live on this planet anymore! I am ready to kick the bucket. Bite the dust. Whatever you want.
I wish I knew if the Rapture really was going to come. Because do you know what I would do? Pig out. Then I would go to a sex shop, buy some nasty lingerie and a leather whip, book a flight to Florence, march up to wherever the Durrrsey Shur cast is staying (whip in hand so no one messes with me), grab the Situation by his hair, drag him to a bedroom (just like a caveman with a cavewoman), lock the door, push him on the bed, inform him I have flown a bazillion miles to come to get deflowered by him before we all die. And then to spank him because he has been a naughty boy. And when he tells me he is not interested, I will tell him that I am not asking.
God, I really do have problems, don't I? Come on- someone please assure me that I am seriously not the only person on earth- that is of legal age and not completely hosed out of their mind- who thinks he is cute. Sure, I have seen plenty of people say that yes, they would, with a paperbag over his head, but I would hit it without the bag. I think he is cute (for the most part; I have seen some hideous pictures of him). Guess I just have terrible taste.
No. Let's get to how my time before the Rapture really will be spent. The pigging out part will definitely happen. As for the rest? Alone. Forever alone.
*turns up "Lonely Days" by the Bee Gees, sits in the corner, cries while singing loudly*
The I Have No Idea What To Call It Of The Day
It's been 19 days- let's check in on the current play count of "Written In The Stars":
Hot damn. And just think- there have been many times where I have been listening to it and accidently hit the next button and the play didn't register. Oh, but good news! I have about 95% of the song memorized. I love the "look at my jacket and hat" line. Every time I hear it, I laugh (and like a major dork, I sing along with it everytime while pointing to my chest and head). If you listen to the rest of the lyrics, it's like, where in the hell did this line come from?
Hot damn. And just think- there have been many times where I have been listening to it and accidently hit the next button and the play didn't register. Oh, but good news! I have about 95% of the song memorized. I love the "look at my jacket and hat" line. Every time I hear it, I laugh (and like a major dork, I sing along with it everytime while pointing to my chest and head). If you listen to the rest of the lyrics, it's like, where in the hell did this line come from?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Quote Of The Day
From "Leela's Homeworld", after Leela is born:
Doctor: In my professional opinion as an ear, ear, ear, nose and throat doctor, she is the least-mutated mutant ever born.
Video Of The Day
My newest addiction:
I finally looked up the lyrics....and now I can understand why the DJ on 104.5 said the song is pretty disturbing. Dayum! How does a song with such a cute and light hearted beat have such deeply disturbing lyrics? The only thing more disturbing than the song is my dance to it.
I finally looked up the lyrics....and now I can understand why the DJ on 104.5 said the song is pretty disturbing. Dayum! How does a song with such a cute and light hearted beat have such deeply disturbing lyrics? The only thing more disturbing than the song is my dance to it.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Video Of The Day
A song that means a lot to me, even though I really do not know the true meaning of it:
Random Thoughts
I was on Facebook not too long ago and I kept getting notices of being tagged in pictures and now I know I hate looking at pictures of myself, but either I am just feeling really bad today or I have never realized just how much I hate it. I looked at a couple and came thisclose to pushing my monitor off of the desk (obviously I really did not do that last night).
I can't fucking stand looking at myself. I really can't. It got so overwhelming I started to cry. And I am beyond sick of everyone telling me I am pretty or gorgeous or whatever. It's kind of hitting below the belt, but when the people who say it say it, it does not hold any merit. It's family. It's friends. It goes right in one ear and right out the other. It means nothing to me.
I am tired of feeling so worthless and so ugly and so invisible. I lose weight, I change my style, I change my hair, and I still do not get noticed. Boys still walk right by. I am tired of this never ending battle of never being good enough for anyone or anything. No matter how much weight I lose, I am still not ever thin enough. No matter what I do, I am not ever FUCKING HAPPY.
I mention repeatedly about wanting a relationship. But does anyone realize just how much work needs to be done on myself before I can even contemplate ever entering into one? I can just see myself in a relationship right now- moods up and down, back and forth with feelings, hating him one minute, loving him the next, freaking out constantly over stupid shit, crying over everything, riddled with insecurity and jealousy, and ultimately chasing him away in the end. And I cannot even contemplate what a breakup would be like. I can tell you right now that in my current state of mind, I would never be able to handle a breakup. It would completely devastate me. I think it would more than likely lead to my first attempt at suicide.
I hate when I get suicidal feelings. Anymore, it seems like the first sign of someone criticizing me, suicidal thoughts pop into my head. I can't stand it. I do not like the person I have become.
A young woman was missing in my area and was found sometime last week and on the news, there was mention of it possibly being suicide and her father was being interviewed and when that came up, he made some comment about her being too smart to do that. I yelled "fuck you" at the TV when I heard that. Look, I feel bad that he lost his daughter, but that comment royally infuriated me. Commiting suicide does not make her dumb. If it was suicide, she was hurting, for God's sake. I can never get enough of saying it- until you have been there, shut up. People act like suicidal people get some kind of kick out of being in that place. It is a terrible place to be. It's so awful, I can't even describe it. I wouldn't wish feeling suicidal on my worst enemy.
All I want is to know what it feels like to truly be in love with someone and have someone truly be in love with you. I have never had that. Someone who can love you despite all of your flaws and think you are the most beautiful person regardless of whether others think you are fucking hideous. The whole time at my sister's wedding, all I could think is, I want this one day. Weddings are the absolute worst place to be when you are feeling cripplingly lonely.
I just....I can't with this anymore. I have no desire to commit suicide right now, but I just don't know how much more of this I can take. I think about going for professional help and then I think of all of the money I would have to put out, how I will have to go to professional after professional just to find the right one, etc, and then I think of my past experiences with the psychiatric field and I just don't want to deal with it again. I don't want to go to a place where I feel like I am only looked at as dollar signs (and perks; don't forget those) and I don't want to have to worry that I will say the wrong thing and end up back in the hospital. And all I want is true, genuine happiness. Not happiness from chemicals. Not happiness from zapping my brain with jolts of electricity. And I don't think I will ever have that. There is only so much fighting a person can do and I have been doing so much for so long and I am exhausted. I am tired of fighting.
I can't fucking stand looking at myself. I really can't. It got so overwhelming I started to cry. And I am beyond sick of everyone telling me I am pretty or gorgeous or whatever. It's kind of hitting below the belt, but when the people who say it say it, it does not hold any merit. It's family. It's friends. It goes right in one ear and right out the other. It means nothing to me.
I am tired of feeling so worthless and so ugly and so invisible. I lose weight, I change my style, I change my hair, and I still do not get noticed. Boys still walk right by. I am tired of this never ending battle of never being good enough for anyone or anything. No matter how much weight I lose, I am still not ever thin enough. No matter what I do, I am not ever FUCKING HAPPY.
I mention repeatedly about wanting a relationship. But does anyone realize just how much work needs to be done on myself before I can even contemplate ever entering into one? I can just see myself in a relationship right now- moods up and down, back and forth with feelings, hating him one minute, loving him the next, freaking out constantly over stupid shit, crying over everything, riddled with insecurity and jealousy, and ultimately chasing him away in the end. And I cannot even contemplate what a breakup would be like. I can tell you right now that in my current state of mind, I would never be able to handle a breakup. It would completely devastate me. I think it would more than likely lead to my first attempt at suicide.
I hate when I get suicidal feelings. Anymore, it seems like the first sign of someone criticizing me, suicidal thoughts pop into my head. I can't stand it. I do not like the person I have become.
A young woman was missing in my area and was found sometime last week and on the news, there was mention of it possibly being suicide and her father was being interviewed and when that came up, he made some comment about her being too smart to do that. I yelled "fuck you" at the TV when I heard that. Look, I feel bad that he lost his daughter, but that comment royally infuriated me. Commiting suicide does not make her dumb. If it was suicide, she was hurting, for God's sake. I can never get enough of saying it- until you have been there, shut up. People act like suicidal people get some kind of kick out of being in that place. It is a terrible place to be. It's so awful, I can't even describe it. I wouldn't wish feeling suicidal on my worst enemy.
All I want is to know what it feels like to truly be in love with someone and have someone truly be in love with you. I have never had that. Someone who can love you despite all of your flaws and think you are the most beautiful person regardless of whether others think you are fucking hideous. The whole time at my sister's wedding, all I could think is, I want this one day. Weddings are the absolute worst place to be when you are feeling cripplingly lonely.
I just....I can't with this anymore. I have no desire to commit suicide right now, but I just don't know how much more of this I can take. I think about going for professional help and then I think of all of the money I would have to put out, how I will have to go to professional after professional just to find the right one, etc, and then I think of my past experiences with the psychiatric field and I just don't want to deal with it again. I don't want to go to a place where I feel like I am only looked at as dollar signs (and perks; don't forget those) and I don't want to have to worry that I will say the wrong thing and end up back in the hospital. And all I want is true, genuine happiness. Not happiness from chemicals. Not happiness from zapping my brain with jolts of electricity. And I don't think I will ever have that. There is only so much fighting a person can do and I have been doing so much for so long and I am exhausted. I am tired of fighting.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Random Thoughts/Video Of The Day
Oh how I wish the weekend would get here already.
And how I wish Saturday will end up really being the Rapture.
Today has been a day of interesting news. One piece of news made me really look at someone in a whole new light (not particularly good). The other didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, but it is bothering me somewhat. And I am really trying not to let it bother me. But it's getting a little difficult. It could be nothing. And the logical part of my brain keeps breaking in and saying bitch, you are being ridiculous. But the malfunctioning part of my brain isn't hearing it.
I hate my brain. I want to stab it with a Q-tip.
And here is the Video Of The Day, a song still makes me laugh my ass:
And how I wish Saturday will end up really being the Rapture.
Today has been a day of interesting news. One piece of news made me really look at someone in a whole new light (not particularly good). The other didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, but it is bothering me somewhat. And I am really trying not to let it bother me. But it's getting a little difficult. It could be nothing. And the logical part of my brain keeps breaking in and saying bitch, you are being ridiculous. But the malfunctioning part of my brain isn't hearing it.
I hate my brain. I want to stab it with a Q-tip.
And here is the Video Of The Day, a song still makes me laugh my ass:
Monday, May 16, 2011
Video Of The Day Part II
This video is so fantastic, I can't wait until tomorrow to make it Video Of The Day:
Video: Man Licks Shoe On Subway: Gothamist
And yes, making fun of mentally ill people is not funny....bitches, please, I am always one of the first to pound my chest over that....but this video is hilarious. I think what makes it even funnier is how no one else even reacts to it. They just all sit there with no reaction on their faces. It almost reminds me of when I was in the hospital and my roommate and I were sitting at a table doing what I don't remember (I think I may have been coloring....what? There is not much to do in a psychiatric hospital and you have to find stuff to do to keep you from completely losing your mind!) and I happened to look up and see the foreign guy coming, completely naked (hence, giving me my first look in person at a penis) and I just went right back to what I was doing. My roommate thought that was hysterical. She told me she never seen such a perfect poker face.
Video: Man Licks Shoe On Subway: Gothamist
And yes, making fun of mentally ill people is not funny....bitches, please, I am always one of the first to pound my chest over that....but this video is hilarious. I think what makes it even funnier is how no one else even reacts to it. They just all sit there with no reaction on their faces. It almost reminds me of when I was in the hospital and my roommate and I were sitting at a table doing what I don't remember (I think I may have been coloring....what? There is not much to do in a psychiatric hospital and you have to find stuff to do to keep you from completely losing your mind!) and I happened to look up and see the foreign guy coming, completely naked (hence, giving me my first look in person at a penis) and I just went right back to what I was doing. My roommate thought that was hysterical. She told me she never seen such a perfect poker face.
Webpage/Video Of The Day
Say hello to the latest Cheezburger page:
The Bros of Failblog: Celebrating Guidos, Bros, Frat Boys and Bro Culture
Pssst. *whispers loudly* The turtleneck picture is on there. Laugh, bitches! It's funny!
I can't believe I actually like another song by her:
This song is not good for a sex drive that is in overdrive. Music generally tends to have a big impact on my sex drive and let's be honest here- I'd say 99% of my sexual fantasies involve being the dominant partner and well, sadistic. I am such an introverted submissive passive person in real life that fantasies of being domninant tend to run amok, particularly when it comes to things of sexual nature. Listening to this song, however, has the direct opposite impact. This song makes me want to lay back and be completely submissive. Nothing rough or sadistic. The only other song I can think of that had a similar effect was "Cry Little Sister" by Gerard McMann. Surprisingly, as much of an impact music has on my life, I have never actually listened to music when doing my usual thing and I tried it for the first time tonight with "E.T." and would hold off until the "kiss me" part would come and let go from there and....OH. MY. GOD.
The Bros of Failblog: Celebrating Guidos, Bros, Frat Boys and Bro Culture
Pssst. *whispers loudly* The turtleneck picture is on there. Laugh, bitches! It's funny!
I can't believe I actually like another song by her:
This song is not good for a sex drive that is in overdrive. Music generally tends to have a big impact on my sex drive and let's be honest here- I'd say 99% of my sexual fantasies involve being the dominant partner and well, sadistic. I am such an introverted submissive passive person in real life that fantasies of being domninant tend to run amok, particularly when it comes to things of sexual nature. Listening to this song, however, has the direct opposite impact. This song makes me want to lay back and be completely submissive. Nothing rough or sadistic. The only other song I can think of that had a similar effect was "Cry Little Sister" by Gerard McMann. Surprisingly, as much of an impact music has on my life, I have never actually listened to music when doing my usual thing and I tried it for the first time tonight with "E.T." and would hold off until the "kiss me" part would come and let go from there and....OH. MY. GOD.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Quote Of The Day
Not a fan of her, but Taylor Swift knows her stuff:
I think it’s just obnoxious if I complain about anything… I hear people talk about like, ‘oh, the intrusions on my privacy.’ It’s like there are a million other jobs you could have had. And for me, I’ve just come to an acceptance of the fact, this is my lifeThank you, Taylor. I am so sick of celebrities whining about privacy. STFU.
The Bitch, Please! Of The Day
I was out earlier and I happened to drive by a high school and with prom season running amok, there was the typical let's scare the students with a drunk driving accident car- a car parked typically outside upside down and all smashed up and then some sign posted about drinking and driving. My high school has one every year at prom season. And I just laugh every time I see it. Do high schools really believe that is going to scare students? It never scared any of the kids I graduated with. But then again, this is the same school where 99% of the SADD members were jocks who partied and got loaded every weekend. I really don't understand what is so hard to comprehend- you drink alcohol, don't drive. What is so hard to grasp about that?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Random Thoughts
Fudge, it's already almost Sunday. *cries* Isn't there some way we could all band together and declared the work week be two days long and the weekend be five days?*
*spare me the whole economic lecture; I am not being serious
We went to Ocean City today and although it was not a particularly nice day (gray, chilly, and kind of showery), it was nice to finally see the shore again. We got up semi early and went to Ihop for breakfast, where I was very annoyed to find the calorie listing of all of the foods on the menu. I do not want to know how many calories I am eating when I go out. Plus, while I like Ihop's food, I do not care for the one we go to. There was not much to do except walk on the boards when we got down to Ocean City, so that's pretty much what we did, as well as stopped in some stores. Now Ocean City is a little, uh, cleaner than the other two shores I go to and when you walk by the clothing stores, they are not as racy as the other shores. However, I still did see a lot of Durrrsey Shur-related t-shirts at many of the stores (no "I heart the Situation" ones, though. Not that I would buy one or anything, but if someone gave me one....). Then we went to Mack & Manco's for pizza, which was really the whole reason we went and which was good as usual (although don't ask the lower left side of my abdomen whether it was good; I was so uncomfortable on the ride home between a combination of menstrual cramps and intestinal cramps).
The best part, though, was when we were getting ready to leave, I saw two seagulls going at it. And I laughed until my mom reminded me what will come of them fucking.
Hey, I just realized it is my 666th post. Woohoo! And to celebrate, I am going to put the Video Of The Day on here and go dance like a maniac:
YouTube - Taio Cruz - Higher ft. Travie McCoy
*spare me the whole economic lecture; I am not being serious
We went to Ocean City today and although it was not a particularly nice day (gray, chilly, and kind of showery), it was nice to finally see the shore again. We got up semi early and went to Ihop for breakfast, where I was very annoyed to find the calorie listing of all of the foods on the menu. I do not want to know how many calories I am eating when I go out. Plus, while I like Ihop's food, I do not care for the one we go to. There was not much to do except walk on the boards when we got down to Ocean City, so that's pretty much what we did, as well as stopped in some stores. Now Ocean City is a little, uh, cleaner than the other two shores I go to and when you walk by the clothing stores, they are not as racy as the other shores. However, I still did see a lot of Durrrsey Shur-related t-shirts at many of the stores (no "I heart the Situation" ones, though. Not that I would buy one or anything, but if someone gave me one....). Then we went to Mack & Manco's for pizza, which was really the whole reason we went and which was good as usual (although don't ask the lower left side of my abdomen whether it was good; I was so uncomfortable on the ride home between a combination of menstrual cramps and intestinal cramps).
The best part, though, was when we were getting ready to leave, I saw two seagulls going at it. And I laughed until my mom reminded me what will come of them fucking.
Hey, I just realized it is my 666th post. Woohoo! And to celebrate, I am going to put the Video Of The Day on here and go dance like a maniac:
YouTube - Taio Cruz - Higher ft. Travie McCoy
Friday, May 13, 2011
Random Thoughts
Yay, it's Friday!
We had a party for a coworker who is about to have a baby today. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate office parties? While I like getting out of working and still getting paid for it, I can't stand to be around food that I do not want to eat (well, I want to, but my weight obsessed section of the brain does not want to). And I can't stand to sit in a room with a bunch of people I do not care for. Plus, my boss likes to push me to eat and it infuriates me. I don't want to eat! I don't want to get fat like you! She did it again today and it got me into a mood. Then when I finally came in, somehow the topic geared toward amniocentesis, and then somehow, while no one ever said the actual A word, it turned into a discussion on abortion. And that really set me off. That is absolutely not an appropriate discussion for work, let alone a baby shower. Add in the fact that the guest of honor told me she would not keep the baby if her amniocentesis came back positive for Down's and that discussion was downright rotten. I was furious.
Oh and at some point, my boss tells her pet that she was the thinnest one in the room. My WA and I both had to do everything to keep from losing it. Thinnest one in the room! Yeah, she has about a good 20 pounds at the very minimum, probably more, on me. And if my WA is still what she told me she weighed last time, I was the thinnest one in the room. Yeah! Uh....fist pump?
My day only got more aggravating. Our front desk person was not in, so the BP had to fill in for her. Well, a lot of my work depends on what the front desk person does. We went in at noon to have the party. I did not get any charts until almost 2:30. The bitch spent so much time talking and fucked up my workflow big time. I didn't get all of the charts done until 4:15. And a good percentage of them were for Monday. But dumbass here, who everyone just thinks is so smart!, does a bunch for the 19th first. At first I thought they had to be sent out and that was why. Then I realized they were not going to be getting sent out at that time, so I complained about it to my WA and then I was reminded that this particular doctor picks his own charts up. Which only set me off even more. Oh and guess who skipped out the door at 4? Not me! I mean, I was there until 4:30 anyway, but that is not the point. The point is she fucked up my workflow because she was too busy talking. Talking for over two fucking hours. She left me a stack of papers to take care of when I came back on Monday from having a couple days off because she decided she didn't want to do them (she instead spent the last half hour of work talking). Yet this bitch was somehow worth almost a $2 raise. I wanted to (and still want to) punch something so bad.
I am not feeling suicidal right now (just cranky and PMS-y), but I'd really like to just not be alive anymore. I so tired of putting up with so much bullshit and I am tired of people telling me to just deal with it and that everyone deals with bullshit on a daily basis. I don't want to deal with it anymore. Especially since we all know the world is not going to get any better.
We had a party for a coworker who is about to have a baby today. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate office parties? While I like getting out of working and still getting paid for it, I can't stand to be around food that I do not want to eat (well, I want to, but my weight obsessed section of the brain does not want to). And I can't stand to sit in a room with a bunch of people I do not care for. Plus, my boss likes to push me to eat and it infuriates me. I don't want to eat! I don't want to get fat like you! She did it again today and it got me into a mood. Then when I finally came in, somehow the topic geared toward amniocentesis, and then somehow, while no one ever said the actual A word, it turned into a discussion on abortion. And that really set me off. That is absolutely not an appropriate discussion for work, let alone a baby shower. Add in the fact that the guest of honor told me she would not keep the baby if her amniocentesis came back positive for Down's and that discussion was downright rotten. I was furious.
Oh and at some point, my boss tells her pet that she was the thinnest one in the room. My WA and I both had to do everything to keep from losing it. Thinnest one in the room! Yeah, she has about a good 20 pounds at the very minimum, probably more, on me. And if my WA is still what she told me she weighed last time, I was the thinnest one in the room. Yeah! Uh....fist pump?
My day only got more aggravating. Our front desk person was not in, so the BP had to fill in for her. Well, a lot of my work depends on what the front desk person does. We went in at noon to have the party. I did not get any charts until almost 2:30. The bitch spent so much time talking and fucked up my workflow big time. I didn't get all of the charts done until 4:15. And a good percentage of them were for Monday. But dumbass here, who everyone just thinks is so smart!, does a bunch for the 19th first. At first I thought they had to be sent out and that was why. Then I realized they were not going to be getting sent out at that time, so I complained about it to my WA and then I was reminded that this particular doctor picks his own charts up. Which only set me off even more. Oh and guess who skipped out the door at 4? Not me! I mean, I was there until 4:30 anyway, but that is not the point. The point is she fucked up my workflow because she was too busy talking. Talking for over two fucking hours. She left me a stack of papers to take care of when I came back on Monday from having a couple days off because she decided she didn't want to do them (she instead spent the last half hour of work talking). Yet this bitch was somehow worth almost a $2 raise. I wanted to (and still want to) punch something so bad.
I am not feeling suicidal right now (just cranky and PMS-y), but I'd really like to just not be alive anymore. I so tired of putting up with so much bullshit and I am tired of people telling me to just deal with it and that everyone deals with bullshit on a daily basis. I don't want to deal with it anymore. Especially since we all know the world is not going to get any better.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Lyrics Of The Day
"You Will Leave A Mark" by A Silent Film:
I am so ashamedMan, they are going to be in Philly at the Piazza for a free Radio 104.5 concert on Saturday and even though I only know 2 songs by them, I WANT TO GO SO DAMN BAD! *cries*:
I am so ashamed of all the trouble I have caused
and I am so ashamed of all these unopened doors
I am so ashamed of what I have become
That oh, my heart is bursting again
Don't leave this mark
But your eyes are turning away
Ooooooohh, aaaaaaaahh
I am of the west
I am fair skinned
I deserve a bullet in my chest
If I have no religion and no reason to be scared
If I am going to hell then I just dont care
That oh, my heart is bursting again
Don't leave this mark
But your eyes are turning away
Ooooooohh, aaaaaaaahh (2x)
That oh, my heart is bursting again
Don't leave this mark
But your eyes are turning away
Ooooooohh, aaaaaaaahh (2x)
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Stupid Of The Day
A screenshot of my Facebook page status:
Why did she not just save herself the trouble and spout her usual "it is what it is" bullshit? Then I would have liked to have done like the cartoons where I put my fist through the computer and to have it come out of her screen and punch her square in the face. I swear, that saying has become the slogan of my workplace and I am sick of it. One of these days, I am going to appear on the nightly news- local girl goes postal in workplace; destroys everything in sight- and I guarantee it will be because someone chose the wrong day to say "it is what it is" to me.
Oh and I did come into my work room today and find my shredding bin filled. So do you know what I did? I picked it up, walked up to her desk, opened her drawer where she keeps her papers waiting to be shredded, and threw them all in there. Fucking lazy cow.
Why did she not just save herself the trouble and spout her usual "it is what it is" bullshit? Then I would have liked to have done like the cartoons where I put my fist through the computer and to have it come out of her screen and punch her square in the face. I swear, that saying has become the slogan of my workplace and I am sick of it. One of these days, I am going to appear on the nightly news- local girl goes postal in workplace; destroys everything in sight- and I guarantee it will be because someone chose the wrong day to say "it is what it is" to me.
Oh and I did come into my work room today and find my shredding bin filled. So do you know what I did? I picked it up, walked up to her desk, opened her drawer where she keeps her papers waiting to be shredded, and threw them all in there. Fucking lazy cow.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Random Thoughts
All those months, all that planning....and it's over. It's been a crazy past few days. Rehearsal dinner was wonderful (and delicious). Everyone behaved themselves. My sister's wedding turned out wonderful. The weather cooperated, my sister looked great, and it just was a nice day overall. I had a blast at the reception. Spent most of the night on the dance floor and hell, there were even times, mostly towards the end of the night, where I was the only one on the dance floor and any other time, I would have panicked and ran off, but that night I was like oh fuck it. Hell, I was even told I was a good dancer by my sister-in-law (my work acquaintance and I had a big debate over that one day in work- this is my sister's sister-in-law, so is she my sister-in-law too? She googled it for me and she told me that she is considered my sister's sister-in-law, but that is too damn redundant to say, so I just call her my sister-in-law as well). The one bridesmaid was drunk, of course, and was starting to get obnoxious and I was very tempted to knock her out a couple times.
And now it is back to that place. Ugh, I dread to see the big mess I am going to go back to since the BP took over my job while I was gone (and I swear to God, if I get any blame for anything she done, I am going to lose it. According to my WA, she taught the BP something and the BP didn't do something right and my WA got in trouble for not teaching her properly. I will absolutely not stand to take that). I am sure my work area will be a pig stye and I will do just like I did the last time she left my work area a mess- I will take whatever she left and put it back on her desk. I am not her fucking mother. I am not cleaning up her messes like every other person in the office does.
And speaking of the BP, she said something on Wednesday that I am still laughing over. Now I thought the time she mispronounced "archives" was hilarious. This really took the cake. We were just sitting talking and she looks up on my calendar and states how she is glad Memorial Day and Labor Day fall on a Monday this year. I was speechless. And then I tried not to bust up laughing as I said "yeah, that is good" (do you really think I am going to bother correcting her?). And this is someone who went through fucking dental hygiene school, which the school she attended is a very difficult program. It just amazes me that she ever got through. And it amazes me how every dumbass in the work place thinks the sun shines out her ass and that she is just "so smart". She is in her 20's; how on God's good earth does she not know BY NOW that Memorial Day and Labor Day are ALWAYS observed on Mondays?! Just un-freaking-believable.
Look, I am no mensa, but I swear to God, I work with some DUMBASS people.
And speaking of dumbasses....."Jersey Shore" -- Italy Trip Delayed | TMZ.com
When is MTV going to get the hint that ITALY DOES NOT WANT THEM THERE?! They need to just take the hint and stay in Seaside. Wait. No, that would not be good news. Then I would never get to Seaside this summer, although I was there when they were filming season 3 last year. And with my luck, I would run into the last person I would EVER want to show my face to.
I like watching TMZ. They are hilarious. If I was a celebrity, I'd certainly make sure I am not one of the tabloid queens, but I would love for the TMZ people to follow me around.
And then there is this- Browse images: Photos: The Jersey Shore Boys Depart for Italy | Radar Online
Tell me- should I cry because this picture is just oh show shweet, because this is about the third picture I have seen of him posing with some poor child (here and here), or should I cry because there is a possibility that one day, a scene like this could happen with the brat in the stroller being the spawn of this douchebag? Come on- we all know he is probably fertile as hell. Although....he does spend a lot of time in hot tubs. And then there is the whole question of steroids.
And now it is back to that place. Ugh, I dread to see the big mess I am going to go back to since the BP took over my job while I was gone (and I swear to God, if I get any blame for anything she done, I am going to lose it. According to my WA, she taught the BP something and the BP didn't do something right and my WA got in trouble for not teaching her properly. I will absolutely not stand to take that). I am sure my work area will be a pig stye and I will do just like I did the last time she left my work area a mess- I will take whatever she left and put it back on her desk. I am not her fucking mother. I am not cleaning up her messes like every other person in the office does.
And speaking of the BP, she said something on Wednesday that I am still laughing over. Now I thought the time she mispronounced "archives" was hilarious. This really took the cake. We were just sitting talking and she looks up on my calendar and states how she is glad Memorial Day and Labor Day fall on a Monday this year. I was speechless. And then I tried not to bust up laughing as I said "yeah, that is good" (do you really think I am going to bother correcting her?). And this is someone who went through fucking dental hygiene school, which the school she attended is a very difficult program. It just amazes me that she ever got through. And it amazes me how every dumbass in the work place thinks the sun shines out her ass and that she is just "so smart". She is in her 20's; how on God's good earth does she not know BY NOW that Memorial Day and Labor Day are ALWAYS observed on Mondays?! Just un-freaking-believable.
Look, I am no mensa, but I swear to God, I work with some DUMBASS people.
And speaking of dumbasses....."Jersey Shore" -- Italy Trip Delayed | TMZ.com
When is MTV going to get the hint that ITALY DOES NOT WANT THEM THERE?! They need to just take the hint and stay in Seaside. Wait. No, that would not be good news. Then I would never get to Seaside this summer, although I was there when they were filming season 3 last year. And with my luck, I would run into the last person I would EVER want to show my face to.
I like watching TMZ. They are hilarious. If I was a celebrity, I'd certainly make sure I am not one of the tabloid queens, but I would love for the TMZ people to follow me around.
And then there is this- Browse images: Photos: The Jersey Shore Boys Depart for Italy | Radar Online
Tell me- should I cry because this picture is just oh show shweet, because this is about the third picture I have seen of him posing with some poor child (here and here), or should I cry because there is a possibility that one day, a scene like this could happen with the brat in the stroller being the spawn of this douchebag? Come on- we all know he is probably fertile as hell. Although....he does spend a lot of time in hot tubs. And then there is the whole question of steroids.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Random Thoughts
Oh am I happy this week is a three day week for me.
My sister's bachelorette party was this weekend. It was interesting, to say the least. There was about eleven of us. First we did dinner at Longhorn (first time going there for me and I think I may have just found a bacon cheeseburger that rivals Friday's), then we headed down Atlantic City. We went to Boogie Nights at Resorts. Again, interesting, to say the least. While we standing in line to get in, I could feel my chest starting to tighten at the prospect of having to go in. But once I was in, I relaxed a little and actually was on the dance floor most of the time we were there.
The dance floor was a fascinating place. For one thing, it kept getting smelly. And the sights! Oh the horror! Old people grinding against each, fat people in clothing several sizes too small for them.....*shudders*. At one point, I had some foreign kid kind of dancing with me and because I am socially retarded, I had no idea what to do so I just kind of winged it. I must have not been too terrible though, because he didn't run off screaming. I could see my sister watching him, though and later she told me she was keeping an eye on him that he didn't get too close. I just laughed, mostly at the prospect of a guy even coming close to me.
Everywhere I looked, all I could think of was this gif from this article:
Watch that gif closely. Tell me that kid is not at least bi. And you know what else? Where is the original Situation? I have seen plenty of pictures of him over the past few months and I cannot remember the last time I seen him lift his shirt up. Picture 10 of this gallery has him topless, but you cannot see anything. I think the last time I saw the full ensemble was when he was on Dancing With The Has Beens And The Why Am I Famous Agains. Whatsa matter? Sitch getting fat?
There was a lady who impersonated different singers on stage at random points and all I kept thinking was, damn she looks like Lady Miss Kier and if that is her and I am not getting my picture done with her, I am going to be so mad! But I checked her blog and I don't think it was her.
And now it is time to go back to that....place. Oh, the horror again! I am starting to notice an annoying trait. Like the rest of society should probably do, I ask questions when I am having a problem with my work. And I absolutely despise ever having to ask my boss questions. One, she gets nasty sometimes. But this is generally how asking a question turns out:
1. I ask a question
2. Boss starts asking questions that are hardly related to said question
3. I attempt to explain what is going on
4. Boss keeps going on about something else
5. I get even more frustrated
6. Boss flies off the handle about problem and whatever someone else did wrong, badmouths employee to me, uses the F word repeatedly, then starts to bitch about how she will have to hear it from our sister office because whenever something goes wrong, they immediately call her up and start yelling at her.
And then sometimes it will turn into an all out rant about our sister office in general. But the last one is what kills me. She is in charge of the office! Of course they are going to go right to her! Who else does she expect our sister office to holler at? Me?
My sister's bachelorette party was this weekend. It was interesting, to say the least. There was about eleven of us. First we did dinner at Longhorn (first time going there for me and I think I may have just found a bacon cheeseburger that rivals Friday's), then we headed down Atlantic City. We went to Boogie Nights at Resorts. Again, interesting, to say the least. While we standing in line to get in, I could feel my chest starting to tighten at the prospect of having to go in. But once I was in, I relaxed a little and actually was on the dance floor most of the time we were there.
The dance floor was a fascinating place. For one thing, it kept getting smelly. And the sights! Oh the horror! Old people grinding against each, fat people in clothing several sizes too small for them.....*shudders*. At one point, I had some foreign kid kind of dancing with me and because I am socially retarded, I had no idea what to do so I just kind of winged it. I must have not been too terrible though, because he didn't run off screaming. I could see my sister watching him, though and later she told me she was keeping an eye on him that he didn't get too close. I just laughed, mostly at the prospect of a guy even coming close to me.
Everywhere I looked, all I could think of was this gif from this article:
Watch that gif closely. Tell me that kid is not at least bi. And you know what else? Where is the original Situation? I have seen plenty of pictures of him over the past few months and I cannot remember the last time I seen him lift his shirt up. Picture 10 of this gallery has him topless, but you cannot see anything. I think the last time I saw the full ensemble was when he was on Dancing With The Has Beens And The Why Am I Famous Agains. Whatsa matter? Sitch getting fat?
There was a lady who impersonated different singers on stage at random points and all I kept thinking was, damn she looks like Lady Miss Kier and if that is her and I am not getting my picture done with her, I am going to be so mad! But I checked her blog and I don't think it was her.
And now it is time to go back to that....place. Oh, the horror again! I am starting to notice an annoying trait. Like the rest of society should probably do, I ask questions when I am having a problem with my work. And I absolutely despise ever having to ask my boss questions. One, she gets nasty sometimes. But this is generally how asking a question turns out:
1. I ask a question
2. Boss starts asking questions that are hardly related to said question
3. I attempt to explain what is going on
4. Boss keeps going on about something else
5. I get even more frustrated
6. Boss flies off the handle about problem and whatever someone else did wrong, badmouths employee to me, uses the F word repeatedly, then starts to bitch about how she will have to hear it from our sister office because whenever something goes wrong, they immediately call her up and start yelling at her.
And then sometimes it will turn into an all out rant about our sister office in general. But the last one is what kills me. She is in charge of the office! Of course they are going to go right to her! Who else does she expect our sister office to holler at? Me?
The Awesome Of The Day
I found this lurking in My Favorites in my Cheezburger profile (Jeebus, who would have thought I would ever like this site enough to even make a profile?):
Spell Check Troll - Cheezburger.com
I want to marry this Daniel kid.
Spell Check Troll - Cheezburger.com
I want to marry this Daniel kid.
The WTF Of The Day
First off, as you can see, I have had "Driven By Their Beating Hearts" on my iTunes playlist since Christmas time. I will admit I have more than my share of stupid moments, but it was not until a couple weeks ago I realized that Wal-Mart had not even titled the song properly.
If you do a little math, it works out that I have listened to "Written", on average, 21 times a day. That is once per hour in almost an entire day. I think it is safe to say my obsession with this song has reached an unhealthy level, eh? But you know what I also say?
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