The Geico "Britney Spears from a cartoon" sounding pothole:
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Picture Of The Day
Laid-Back Dog Celebrates His Birthday (PHOTO)
Bwahahahahah!
Four things ran simultaneously through my head while looking at this picture- "Incense and Peppermints" by Strawberry Alarm Clock , "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd, "Crimson And Clover" by Tommy James and The Shondells, and "holy zombie Jesus, that dog looks like he smoked a big fat fucking doobie!".
I think if I ever became president, the first thing I would do is make weed legal. Too many people in the country are in desperate need of a joint.
Bwahahahahah!
Four things ran simultaneously through my head while looking at this picture- "Incense and Peppermints" by Strawberry Alarm Clock , "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd, "Crimson And Clover" by Tommy James and The Shondells, and "holy zombie Jesus, that dog looks like he smoked a big fat fucking doobie!".
I think if I ever became president, the first thing I would do is make weed legal. Too many people in the country are in desperate need of a joint.
Lyrics Of The Day
"The Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound Gang:
Ha-Ha! Well now we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about
I'd appreciate your input
Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now
Random Thoughts
I finally paid a visit to the eye doctor (my last appointment was 2006). And did I pay. I knew I had to pay out of pocket, of course, but I was figuring $100 or so. Much to my surprise, after my check-up, the receptionist calls me up and says "$185". If I were a cartoon character, I would have looked something like this. I almost burst in to tears. It's not putting me in to debt, but I am still far from happy about having to put that much out (are you kidding? even if I were a freaking millionaire, I would still be bitching about having to pay all that). Especially since another $136 has to go out for contacts.
Thank god I don't need glasses, too, because last time that hit me hard. I went to this place that charged $10 for all frames. Thanks to being close to Mr. Magoo territory when it comes to myopia, I had to have specific lens features put into my lenses. Featherweight lenses are not an option for me. If I didn't get them, my glasses would probably fall right off my nose from the weight. Ended up costing me about $170 after all was said and done.
If my eye doctor was still with the original company, she would have taken care of me. Back when I had insurance, our plan covered every other year and since I have contacts, I have to go yearly. Those years I had to pay out of pocket, she would usually not charge for one exam. She did that a lot with her loyal patients. She is a great doctor and it would take a lot for me to go to someone else. The only upside to paying the $185.
I had to go to a work meeting this work and man was it boring. The people are nice enough that now run the company, but the fact that they are only out for a profit and nothing else doesn't sit right with me. And I am still sore over the fact that I distinctly remember them telling us that every employee gets stock before they took over. Then suddenly, it was only if you are eligible. And the fact that I am kept at just a little under the eligibility for benefits and other crap really rubs salt in the wound. I hate business people sometimes.
But who gives a crap about the meeting. No, rather I am bothered by the fact of how my manager treated me today. She was very rude and abrupt with me when I asked a question. And last time I talked with her, she was the same way. Despite being one of the biggest offenders on earth of taking a bad mood out on everyone else, I get very annoyed when people take their bad moods out of me. I felt like screaming what the fuck is your problem, bitch? You crucify me in my employee review (while telling me that you forget to do good employee reviews and never forget to do reviews for employees that aren't doing well while doing my review a few months after my start date; is that supposed to make me feel good or something?) and tell me to ask questions when I need to, but then cock a tude when I ask questions?
My employee review, while I was rated basically a B, could spawn it's own posting. Half the shit I didn't even understand how I could be graded on. Attendence? I work from home and have no set schedule! I work the hours I want to and I have never not went in on the days I am required to. Creativity? How exactly does one get creative with this job? It is a set task. You do it one way and that is it. There is nothing to get creative about.
My job, for the most part, is fairly easy. I do get tasks that make me want to pull my hair out. What makes it even more nerve-wracking for me is some of the people that get my work after me are, uh, extremely anal retentive? They have been doing it for 900 years so they expect everyone else to do it perfect. I am expected to increase my time speed (I am constantly being compared to the other people who do my job as well, people who have been doing it for a hell of a lot longer than me and who have had more medical experience than me; at the same time, I am also told speed comes with time) while also making absolutely no mistakes! And sometimes you have to do a lot of reading, which takes up more time. I try to work as fast as I can, but there are so many things that can take up time quickly. Like 45 copies of the same sheet (determing whether it is or isn't the same), trying to comprehend a written date (no wonder doctors get sued so much), etc.
I made a simple mistake one time with a file where I had it basically in order, but for some reason, the pile of 2000-2005 somehow ended up not between 1999 and 2006. A minor inconvenience, sure, but was it really that big of a deal? All the person had to do was separate 1999 and 2006 and place the 2000-2005 in between. If I had that file, I would have either bitched to myself about it for 25 minutes, then placed it where it needed to be and STFU or I would have just made a mention of it when I took the work back in. I wouldn't have immediately went whining to the manager with an email that basically stated how much I was inconveniencing her:
Bitch, please! Do you know how much I would love to have a file that doesn't have repeated copies of the same paper? That the medical or legal office it came from would actually do some type of house-cleaning before shipping the damn thing over? Or that when someone makes a copy of something, they make sure it actually copies where I can read it? Or that every doctor or PT would write legibly? Oh, I'd love it! But it's not going to happen!
I am not just saying miserable bitch over that. Whenever I have been in the actual workplace, if I said hi to her she would just completely ignore me. This was just like when I worked at my last employer. Whenever I would say hi to anyone, they would just stare at me. Maybe I was raised wrong, but I was taught that if someone says hi to me, I say hi back!
You want to know something bizarre? Back in high school, I took chorus my sophomore year because I really, really, REALLY wanted to make Girl's Ensemble or Concert Choir (just for the record, I didn't make either; I was this close *holding thumb and forefinger a quarter of an inch apart* to making it). Well, there was this freshman in it as well who, while she had a good voice, was a little bit too big for her britches. I sang soprano, she sang alto. And on the night of the winter concert, we all filed on stage. She was next to me and all she kept saying to me was I was in the alto section. I was absolutely not. I has sopranos next to me, in front of me and behind me and there was some on the other side of her, so she was very clearly in the wrong section. And she would just not let up. So from that night on, I had a vendetta for her. Mostly for trying to make me look like an ass and for just being a pretentious little spoiled cunt. I caught her friends doing that whole whispering in the ear and then looking at me one day and I had to do everything in my power to not go over and kick the shit out of the 3 of them. I guess I was even evil back in high school because I will never forget the day I go in to school and a friend of mine tells me the dork broke her hip trying to roller skate down a snowy hill. I laughed so hard, my teeth almost fell out.
So isn't it nice to know that I come to find out Mommy works for the same company I work for? All I can say is I hope I never have to be introduced to her because my luck, it will turn into 20 questions and she will find out I graduated a year before her daughter and then it will turn in to "oh do you know my daughter" and I will have to bite my tongue and simply say "yes" instead of wanting to inform Mommy of what a pretentious little cunt her daughter is.
The absolute highlight of my job is when I get a file where a lawyer, doctor, or something similar thinks the patient is lying and will write a letter totally handing the patient's ass to them. Now I am someone who makes assumptions way too often, but I am starting to get to the point when I am starting to figure out when the case is legit or just someone out to make a quick buck. Some of the patients are assholes and will go ape-shit if the doctor tells them they are fine.
Those letters make my day.
A few weeks ago, I decided to take the advice of the "how dare you insult breast cancer awareness" nazis about trying to get more recognition for other cancers. I decided to start with the Avon Foundation. I sent them an email asking why they, as a women's foundation, only focus on breast cancer when there are other cancers out there that- OMG- affect women. I was surprised to actually receive a response back and not much surprised to have my idea shot down. They claim they can only focus on domestic violence and breast cancer. So it would absolutely kill them to maybe have some items with peach or teal ribbons? They can't use some of their donations to help un- and underinsured women get Pap smears and gynocological exams? To educate young women on what symptoms to look for? Nooo. They have to use it all on breast cancer. Geeze, sorry that cervixes, ovaries, and uteri just don't have that sexual appeal like a set of big ol' tits!
I am going to get borderline homicidal if I see that damn Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk commercial one more time. I especially can't stand that girl at the end with the pink feather boa that is all like "I didn't have a say in my mom dying". Yeah, that's almost everybody's problem!
I don't know what it is, but since I was younger, I have always had this haunting feeling that I will have cancer someday. Don't know what type. I am at risk for quite a few. I have an awful digestive system(from esophagus- GERD- to intestines- undiagnosed, but more than likely IBS with constipation) and 2 of my maternal great-grandfathers had stomach cancer, so I wouldn't be surprised if I ever got that or esophageal cancer. Since November, I was absolutely sick to my stomach that my mother had esophageal cancer because she was having pain swallowing, but her EGD came up benign, but she does have Barrett's. I don't know if there is any genetic link for that (although I strongly believe most things in life have a genetic link), but if there is, combined with my long history of acid reflux, per diem bulimia, and poor diet, I won't be surprised if I develop it eventually. Cancer is scary, but three cancers out there terrify me more than anything- brain, spinal, and esophageal.
I'd say bone cancer as well, due to the risk of losing a limb, but I pretty much have a say in whether or not to chop it off, do I not? My answer would be "HELL FUCKING NO!".
I have known so many people who have had cancer. And many are right here in my neighborhood (I believe my neighborhood to be toxic; probably a contribution to my feeling I will get cancer). I have known someone with bone and esophageal cancer (a neighbor- died), 2 people who ovarian (a neighbor- died, a former friend's mother- still alive), prostate cancer (local news anchor- died, a cousin- alive, my father), throat and tongue cancer (a cousin- died), brain cancer (a friend of my sister's- alive; her husband also has prostate cancer), 2 with breast cancer (both alive), and so many with lung cancer. It's astonishing how many people I know that have/had lung cancer. Even more astonishing is how many have never smoked a day in their life.
Thank god I don't need glasses, too, because last time that hit me hard. I went to this place that charged $10 for all frames. Thanks to being close to Mr. Magoo territory when it comes to myopia, I had to have specific lens features put into my lenses. Featherweight lenses are not an option for me. If I didn't get them, my glasses would probably fall right off my nose from the weight. Ended up costing me about $170 after all was said and done.
If my eye doctor was still with the original company, she would have taken care of me. Back when I had insurance, our plan covered every other year and since I have contacts, I have to go yearly. Those years I had to pay out of pocket, she would usually not charge for one exam. She did that a lot with her loyal patients. She is a great doctor and it would take a lot for me to go to someone else. The only upside to paying the $185.
I had to go to a work meeting this work and man was it boring. The people are nice enough that now run the company, but the fact that they are only out for a profit and nothing else doesn't sit right with me. And I am still sore over the fact that I distinctly remember them telling us that every employee gets stock before they took over. Then suddenly, it was only if you are eligible. And the fact that I am kept at just a little under the eligibility for benefits and other crap really rubs salt in the wound. I hate business people sometimes.
But who gives a crap about the meeting. No, rather I am bothered by the fact of how my manager treated me today. She was very rude and abrupt with me when I asked a question. And last time I talked with her, she was the same way. Despite being one of the biggest offenders on earth of taking a bad mood out on everyone else, I get very annoyed when people take their bad moods out of me. I felt like screaming what the fuck is your problem, bitch? You crucify me in my employee review (while telling me that you forget to do good employee reviews and never forget to do reviews for employees that aren't doing well while doing my review a few months after my start date; is that supposed to make me feel good or something?) and tell me to ask questions when I need to, but then cock a tude when I ask questions?
My employee review, while I was rated basically a B, could spawn it's own posting. Half the shit I didn't even understand how I could be graded on. Attendence? I work from home and have no set schedule! I work the hours I want to and I have never not went in on the days I am required to. Creativity? How exactly does one get creative with this job? It is a set task. You do it one way and that is it. There is nothing to get creative about.
My job, for the most part, is fairly easy. I do get tasks that make me want to pull my hair out. What makes it even more nerve-wracking for me is some of the people that get my work after me are, uh, extremely anal retentive? They have been doing it for 900 years so they expect everyone else to do it perfect. I am expected to increase my time speed (I am constantly being compared to the other people who do my job as well, people who have been doing it for a hell of a lot longer than me and who have had more medical experience than me; at the same time, I am also told speed comes with time) while also making absolutely no mistakes! And sometimes you have to do a lot of reading, which takes up more time. I try to work as fast as I can, but there are so many things that can take up time quickly. Like 45 copies of the same sheet (determing whether it is or isn't the same), trying to comprehend a written date (no wonder doctors get sued so much), etc.
I made a simple mistake one time with a file where I had it basically in order, but for some reason, the pile of 2000-2005 somehow ended up not between 1999 and 2006. A minor inconvenience, sure, but was it really that big of a deal? All the person had to do was separate 1999 and 2006 and place the 2000-2005 in between. If I had that file, I would have either bitched to myself about it for 25 minutes, then placed it where it needed to be and STFU or I would have just made a mention of it when I took the work back in. I wouldn't have immediately went whining to the manager with an email that basically stated how much I was inconveniencing her:
I am going through chart on [patient name] sorted by [my initials]. As I am going through checking to see if it is in order and tagging the radiology/operative reports the dates jump from 1999 to 2006. I get through to 2009 and then the dates go to 2000 to 2005. This is a large chart with dates starting in 1967. I am now back tracking to put the 2000 to 2005 in place.I won't deny that it is a minor inconvenience. But seriously- backtracking? Because simply having to seperate 1999 and 2006 is really that much of an effort? It would take all of 5 fucking seconds to place the 2000 to 2005 papers in between. Cry me a river, you self-entitled miserable bitch. Sorry I haven't been doing my job for 100 years like you have and have everything exactly the way you want it! Last time, I checked, I am still semi-human and I make mistakes!
Bitch, please! Do you know how much I would love to have a file that doesn't have repeated copies of the same paper? That the medical or legal office it came from would actually do some type of house-cleaning before shipping the damn thing over? Or that when someone makes a copy of something, they make sure it actually copies where I can read it? Or that every doctor or PT would write legibly? Oh, I'd love it! But it's not going to happen!
I am not just saying miserable bitch over that. Whenever I have been in the actual workplace, if I said hi to her she would just completely ignore me. This was just like when I worked at my last employer. Whenever I would say hi to anyone, they would just stare at me. Maybe I was raised wrong, but I was taught that if someone says hi to me, I say hi back!
You want to know something bizarre? Back in high school, I took chorus my sophomore year because I really, really, REALLY wanted to make Girl's Ensemble or Concert Choir (just for the record, I didn't make either; I was this close *holding thumb and forefinger a quarter of an inch apart* to making it). Well, there was this freshman in it as well who, while she had a good voice, was a little bit too big for her britches. I sang soprano, she sang alto. And on the night of the winter concert, we all filed on stage. She was next to me and all she kept saying to me was I was in the alto section. I was absolutely not. I has sopranos next to me, in front of me and behind me and there was some on the other side of her, so she was very clearly in the wrong section. And she would just not let up. So from that night on, I had a vendetta for her. Mostly for trying to make me look like an ass and for just being a pretentious little spoiled cunt. I caught her friends doing that whole whispering in the ear and then looking at me one day and I had to do everything in my power to not go over and kick the shit out of the 3 of them. I guess I was even evil back in high school because I will never forget the day I go in to school and a friend of mine tells me the dork broke her hip trying to roller skate down a snowy hill. I laughed so hard, my teeth almost fell out.
So isn't it nice to know that I come to find out Mommy works for the same company I work for? All I can say is I hope I never have to be introduced to her because my luck, it will turn into 20 questions and she will find out I graduated a year before her daughter and then it will turn in to "oh do you know my daughter" and I will have to bite my tongue and simply say "yes" instead of wanting to inform Mommy of what a pretentious little cunt her daughter is.
The absolute highlight of my job is when I get a file where a lawyer, doctor, or something similar thinks the patient is lying and will write a letter totally handing the patient's ass to them. Now I am someone who makes assumptions way too often, but I am starting to get to the point when I am starting to figure out when the case is legit or just someone out to make a quick buck. Some of the patients are assholes and will go ape-shit if the doctor tells them they are fine.
Those letters make my day.
A few weeks ago, I decided to take the advice of the "how dare you insult breast cancer awareness" nazis about trying to get more recognition for other cancers. I decided to start with the Avon Foundation. I sent them an email asking why they, as a women's foundation, only focus on breast cancer when there are other cancers out there that- OMG- affect women. I was surprised to actually receive a response back and not much surprised to have my idea shot down. They claim they can only focus on domestic violence and breast cancer. So it would absolutely kill them to maybe have some items with peach or teal ribbons? They can't use some of their donations to help un- and underinsured women get Pap smears and gynocological exams? To educate young women on what symptoms to look for? Nooo. They have to use it all on breast cancer. Geeze, sorry that cervixes, ovaries, and uteri just don't have that sexual appeal like a set of big ol' tits!
I am going to get borderline homicidal if I see that damn Susan G. Komen 3 Day Walk commercial one more time. I especially can't stand that girl at the end with the pink feather boa that is all like "I didn't have a say in my mom dying". Yeah, that's almost everybody's problem!
I don't know what it is, but since I was younger, I have always had this haunting feeling that I will have cancer someday. Don't know what type. I am at risk for quite a few. I have an awful digestive system(from esophagus- GERD- to intestines- undiagnosed, but more than likely IBS with constipation) and 2 of my maternal great-grandfathers had stomach cancer, so I wouldn't be surprised if I ever got that or esophageal cancer. Since November, I was absolutely sick to my stomach that my mother had esophageal cancer because she was having pain swallowing, but her EGD came up benign, but she does have Barrett's. I don't know if there is any genetic link for that (although I strongly believe most things in life have a genetic link), but if there is, combined with my long history of acid reflux, per diem bulimia, and poor diet, I won't be surprised if I develop it eventually. Cancer is scary, but three cancers out there terrify me more than anything- brain, spinal, and esophageal.
I'd say bone cancer as well, due to the risk of losing a limb, but I pretty much have a say in whether or not to chop it off, do I not? My answer would be "HELL FUCKING NO!".
I have known so many people who have had cancer. And many are right here in my neighborhood (I believe my neighborhood to be toxic; probably a contribution to my feeling I will get cancer). I have known someone with bone and esophageal cancer (a neighbor- died), 2 people who ovarian (a neighbor- died, a former friend's mother- still alive), prostate cancer (local news anchor- died, a cousin- alive, my father), throat and tongue cancer (a cousin- died), brain cancer (a friend of my sister's- alive; her husband also has prostate cancer), 2 with breast cancer (both alive), and so many with lung cancer. It's astonishing how many people I know that have/had lung cancer. Even more astonishing is how many have never smoked a day in their life.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Quote Of The Day
Cracked.com on cellphone advances:
Cell phones have come a long way from those hilariously clunky models that 90s era action movie villains carried around, but they've pretty much hit a plateau as far as how small they can be made without the constant threat of accidentally eating them.
The WTF Of The Day
I have seen many times when an anti-abortionist is challanged, the first thing out of their mouth is "how would you feel if your mother aborted you?". Gee, genius. I don't know! I would have been aborted; therefore, I would not be present to know how I would feel about abortion!
*grumbles under breath* Dumbasses.
Speaking of dumbasses, for some reason, even though it has nothing to with it, this made me think of a restaurant I ate at in Myrtle Beach last year and they still had their fries entitled "freedom fries" on the menu. Good grief. Couldn't they have insisted on calling them just fries? Nooo. Not the uber "patriotic" morons. I'm surprised they didn't insist on calling them patriot fries. If I had been in Congress, I would have suggested calling them what I like to think of them- heaven. Nothing gets in the way of me and my fries. If a waiter refused to serve me because I habitually called them French fries (although I usually just say "I'll have fries"), I have no set plan on what my reaction would be, but I think it would be wise to keep any utensils out of my reach.
I'll have to research more on this movie:
Freedom Fries: And Other Stupidity We'll Have to Explain to Our Grandchildren
*grumbles under breath* Dumbasses.
Speaking of dumbasses, for some reason, even though it has nothing to with it, this made me think of a restaurant I ate at in Myrtle Beach last year and they still had their fries entitled "freedom fries" on the menu. Good grief. Couldn't they have insisted on calling them just fries? Nooo. Not the uber "patriotic" morons. I'm surprised they didn't insist on calling them patriot fries. If I had been in Congress, I would have suggested calling them what I like to think of them- heaven. Nothing gets in the way of me and my fries. If a waiter refused to serve me because I habitually called them French fries (although I usually just say "I'll have fries"), I have no set plan on what my reaction would be, but I think it would be wise to keep any utensils out of my reach.
I'll have to research more on this movie:
Freedom Fries: And Other Stupidity We'll Have to Explain to Our Grandchildren
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Random Thoughts
Can I just say how glad I am that the expected "snowicane" did not hit as bad as it was supposed to? My area received maybe a half a foot. I don't know if there had been more. A good amount melted by the time I woke up. I am so sick of snow, I could scream.
The other day I was thinking about the upcoming spring/summer and I thought, I wonder if this winter is any indication of what s/s will be like- will it follow the whole adage of "worse before it gets better", will the same constant jet stream trouble bring a summer not unlike the winter, but in the form of severe thunderstorms and tornados? Tonight on my local news, they discussed the upcoming s/s weather and the expected forecast is a lot of instability, cooler temps, and an increase in severe weather. I wanted to cry. I was a nervous wreck enough last summer. If this summer is going to be worse, I am going to have a nervous breakdown.
I saw the movie Never Been Kissed on the other day and I thought back to when I saw it in the movies and how I thought that I hope I never pass Josie Grossie in the whole never been kissed arena. Unfortunately....I have. Yes. I am 26 years old and I finally passed her. We all know I have never had sex, but I have also never really been kissed. Most of it can be contributed to nonexistant self-esteem, fear of meningococcal disease, and severe social anxiety. A small part of it, but probably the start of the snowball rolling down the hill, was when I was 14, a boy asked me out and that same night, he tried to make out with me and every time we tried to, he kept criticizing whatever I was doing. I was 14 years old and it was my first kiss. What the fuck did he expect? This was not long after I started to show signs of depression and my self-esteem and ego were already pretty bruised, so needless to say, my confidence in kissing took a huge hit after that and then add the rest of the ingredients and BOOM, you have me. Twenty-six and never been kissed.
And frankly, I don't even care anymore. I have come to the conclusion that I just don't even care if I ever have a significant other or even get married. My life needs to get back in order first. At this point, my main goals are to get some type of degree and get the hell out of the house.
You want to know something strange? Most parents cannot wait for their kids to get out of the house. My mother was devastated when my sister left. I think it's mostly due to worrying and due to how she feels about my father, although since his surgery in January, you would never know this is the same woman who constantly talked about how much she hates him and would like to put a pillow over his face while he is sleeping. She's become devoted little 1950s housewife, waiting on him hand and foot. The way he is acting after the surgery, I am absolutely amazed Billy West was able to interview on Adam Corolla two weeks after having the surgery. But then again Billy West is also a healthy eater and roughly half the size of my father.
By the way, the going out with that kid- whose name was George- lasted 2 days. I panicked at the idea of being tied to someone and ended it. Cripes, at 14 freaking years old I was already having issues with being held down. I think I am just not a person who is meant to date.
I think I mentioned back during the holidays what I received as gifts. One of my gifts was a $20 gift card to Starbucks from my sister's boyfriend. I decided to register it online so I can get something free on my birthday and I noticed the purchase date was November 16th. I know there is no way in hell he would have purchased it more than a month before my birthday, so I think it is safe to assume it was probably given to him by a friend or customer and he decided to regift it and give it to me. Neverminding the fact that I have not been to Starbucks since a month before the one person I used to always go with was killed. Oh, but in a a few weeks I am going to have to shell out my money for a gift for him for his birthday. Who cares that he didn't even spend a cent on mine? Really. Am I wrong to be pissed off here, people?
The other day I was thinking about the upcoming spring/summer and I thought, I wonder if this winter is any indication of what s/s will be like- will it follow the whole adage of "worse before it gets better", will the same constant jet stream trouble bring a summer not unlike the winter, but in the form of severe thunderstorms and tornados? Tonight on my local news, they discussed the upcoming s/s weather and the expected forecast is a lot of instability, cooler temps, and an increase in severe weather. I wanted to cry. I was a nervous wreck enough last summer. If this summer is going to be worse, I am going to have a nervous breakdown.
I saw the movie Never Been Kissed on the other day and I thought back to when I saw it in the movies and how I thought that I hope I never pass Josie Grossie in the whole never been kissed arena. Unfortunately....I have. Yes. I am 26 years old and I finally passed her. We all know I have never had sex, but I have also never really been kissed. Most of it can be contributed to nonexistant self-esteem, fear of meningococcal disease, and severe social anxiety. A small part of it, but probably the start of the snowball rolling down the hill, was when I was 14, a boy asked me out and that same night, he tried to make out with me and every time we tried to, he kept criticizing whatever I was doing. I was 14 years old and it was my first kiss. What the fuck did he expect? This was not long after I started to show signs of depression and my self-esteem and ego were already pretty bruised, so needless to say, my confidence in kissing took a huge hit after that and then add the rest of the ingredients and BOOM, you have me. Twenty-six and never been kissed.
And frankly, I don't even care anymore. I have come to the conclusion that I just don't even care if I ever have a significant other or even get married. My life needs to get back in order first. At this point, my main goals are to get some type of degree and get the hell out of the house.
You want to know something strange? Most parents cannot wait for their kids to get out of the house. My mother was devastated when my sister left. I think it's mostly due to worrying and due to how she feels about my father, although since his surgery in January, you would never know this is the same woman who constantly talked about how much she hates him and would like to put a pillow over his face while he is sleeping. She's become devoted little 1950s housewife, waiting on him hand and foot. The way he is acting after the surgery, I am absolutely amazed Billy West was able to interview on Adam Corolla two weeks after having the surgery. But then again Billy West is also a healthy eater and roughly half the size of my father.
By the way, the going out with that kid- whose name was George- lasted 2 days. I panicked at the idea of being tied to someone and ended it. Cripes, at 14 freaking years old I was already having issues with being held down. I think I am just not a person who is meant to date.
I think I mentioned back during the holidays what I received as gifts. One of my gifts was a $20 gift card to Starbucks from my sister's boyfriend. I decided to register it online so I can get something free on my birthday and I noticed the purchase date was November 16th. I know there is no way in hell he would have purchased it more than a month before my birthday, so I think it is safe to assume it was probably given to him by a friend or customer and he decided to regift it and give it to me. Neverminding the fact that I have not been to Starbucks since a month before the one person I used to always go with was killed. Oh, but in a a few weeks I am going to have to shell out my money for a gift for him for his birthday. Who cares that he didn't even spend a cent on mine? Really. Am I wrong to be pissed off here, people?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Quote Of The Day
From Jezebel user vee:
Thank you. I am so sick of this new generation of people who think because they took one psych class that they are capable of diagnosing someone. Whatever happened to someone just being an asshole?
Look. I don't know Suleman. Maybe she has some kind of deeply-rooted problems that I don't know about, but from the interviews I've seen, I don't see mental illness. I don't like where most of the comments on this article are going. I think that trying to diagnose Suleman is sort of... shall we say, irresponsible? Too easy? Too eager to brand someone with a disease that we are in no place to diagnose from our armchairs?What do we need a new DSM for? We have the internet community here to make diag-nonsenses on people!
It's generally frowned upon to do this to children (re: prescribing away spiritedness with Adderall, etc.), so why is it ok to do this to an adult woman?
There are a lot of words I could use to describe Nadya Suleman. Over-excitable. Attention mongering. Obsessed with fame, and herself. Not the least bit smart. Irresponsible. But I don't think she's crazy. At least not in a way that I think she's got some kind of disorder.
Women like her, and Tila Tequila, and all these other fame-whoring starlets (hi, Kate Gosselin, you too) are probably not disordered. They only want people to pay attention to them, and having cameras shoved in their faces, live studio audiences, and invisible fans from Twitter, etc., just make them more wild and excitable.
Like yappy lap dogs, these women begin preening and crowd-pleasing the minute you turn a spotlight on them. And it comes across as excessive and weird to the rest of us, because that's what it is. It's excess attention that makes people like her act that way.
But as a person who has grown up around-- and with-- myriad personality disorders, I seriously, seriously resent the premature assessment of Nadya Suleman as crazy. That is all.
Thank you. I am so sick of this new generation of people who think because they took one psych class that they are capable of diagnosing someone. Whatever happened to someone just being an asshole?
Video Of The Day
Because I desperately need to think of somewhere warm, since we are on our 4th freaking bought of snow...."Could You Be Loved" by Bob Marley:
Too bad Bob ain't still alive or a US citizen...I would totally vote for him.
Too bad Bob ain't still alive or a US citizen...I would totally vote for him.
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