A scene that still makes me laugh uproariously:
YouTube - Homers stomach eating pizza.. lol
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Quote Of The Day
I'm sorry, I don't know who Kathleen Hanna is. But I love her already:
I mean, is it really that different when it's a skinny white woman in a bathing suit singing these things? None of these women ever wear pants, first of all. Second of all, just because you're wearing a goofy hat doesn't make it performance art. I mean, that's just my feeling about it. A lot of the music just sounds like bad Euro disco, though that first Ke$ha song "TiK ToK" was good. But (Katy Perry's) "I Kissed a Girl" was just straight-up offensive. The whole thing is like, I kissed a girl so my boyfriend could masturbate about it later. It's disgusting. It's exactly every male fantasy of fake lesbian porn. It's pathetic. And she's not a good singer.
Random Thoughts
Man, today is getting on my last nerve.
I have said it so many times before, but I never tire of saying it. I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE. I hate the way people drive, I hate the stupid things people do in general, I just hate people in general. I almost went absolutely apeshit on my boss today. Let's just say anything I felt bad about saying in the evaluation we were invited to fill out went out the window after today.
I hate being so goddamn thin-skinned. I left a comment somewhere saying I thought someone looked kind of hot and someone responded back with "I think you're kinda stupid" and I'm just like, really? Was that really necessary? I know I shouldn't let it bother me, because it's just some stupid nobody, but it is bugging me. I hate that I have to feel hurt so easily.
*looks in mirror* DON'T LET IT BOTHER YOU!
I know I probably am pot calling the kettle black here and need to take my own advice, but sometimes I wish people would realize just how hurtful words can be and how there is always the chance that those words could be the straw that broke the camel's back.
I was able to get an appointment with the doctor tonight. It's weird, anymore whenever I go to the doctor, I always get really bad anxiety when I am sitting in the exam room waiting. I don't really know why. I get nervous about talking to the doctor. I guess kind of like performance anxiety. My doctor went over a few things with me and then looked over my foot. He suggested an x-ray just to rule anything out, but of course he had to go and say "to rule out a stress fracture or anything" and then talked about what they would do if that was discovered and then jokingly said something like he doesn't think it is anythng but watch the x-ray will show a fracture. My doctor seen me through the worst period of my life (I am still convinced everytime he sees I am there, he contemplates running off). I would think that he would know not to joke with me like that!
The good news is, he told I don't need to lose anymore weight! Of course, I would still like to be thinner, but I have kind of reached the point where I don't care if I lose anymore. Now comes the fun part of trying to figure out how to balance my caloric intake so I don't lose, but I don't gain.
But yeah....in addition to the billion other things, now my stress over my foot is even worse.
I have said it so many times before, but I never tire of saying it. I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE. I hate the way people drive, I hate the stupid things people do in general, I just hate people in general. I almost went absolutely apeshit on my boss today. Let's just say anything I felt bad about saying in the evaluation we were invited to fill out went out the window after today.
I hate being so goddamn thin-skinned. I left a comment somewhere saying I thought someone looked kind of hot and someone responded back with "I think you're kinda stupid" and I'm just like, really? Was that really necessary? I know I shouldn't let it bother me, because it's just some stupid nobody, but it is bugging me. I hate that I have to feel hurt so easily.
*looks in mirror* DON'T LET IT BOTHER YOU!
I know I probably am pot calling the kettle black here and need to take my own advice, but sometimes I wish people would realize just how hurtful words can be and how there is always the chance that those words could be the straw that broke the camel's back.
I was able to get an appointment with the doctor tonight. It's weird, anymore whenever I go to the doctor, I always get really bad anxiety when I am sitting in the exam room waiting. I don't really know why. I get nervous about talking to the doctor. I guess kind of like performance anxiety. My doctor went over a few things with me and then looked over my foot. He suggested an x-ray just to rule anything out, but of course he had to go and say "to rule out a stress fracture or anything" and then talked about what they would do if that was discovered and then jokingly said something like he doesn't think it is anythng but watch the x-ray will show a fracture. My doctor seen me through the worst period of my life (I am still convinced everytime he sees I am there, he contemplates running off). I would think that he would know not to joke with me like that!
The good news is, he told I don't need to lose anymore weight! Of course, I would still like to be thinner, but I have kind of reached the point where I don't care if I lose anymore. Now comes the fun part of trying to figure out how to balance my caloric intake so I don't lose, but I don't gain.
But yeah....in addition to the billion other things, now my stress over my foot is even worse.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Random Thoughts
One night I had the radio on and "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" came on and I remembered that it was my eighth grade class song. And then I realized the song was 13 years old and I felt old.
*throws cane at computer monitor*
I am absolutely disappointed in Memebase. One of their memes is Bear Grylls and this whole "better drink my own piss" thing, because apparently he did that one time. Well, I found out from D-Listed that today is his birthday so I hopped right over to Memebase to see what kind of crazy submissions would be up for his birthday. Not one single one. I thought for sure there be at least one "it's my birthday, celebrate by drinking my own piss" or something.
God, is this week going to be over soon or what?!
So huzzah, Durrsey Shur is coming back to NJ. Guess I better get back to Seaside one last time before the madness starts up again. I don't understand why they ever went over to Italy anyway. They were clearly way out of their element over there. None of the residents living there seemed like they wanted them (we know the mayor probably didn't, judging by the strict rules he laid down). Every single picture I have seen of the cast has not one interaction with any Italians. Looks like the cast was constantly with American students abroad. It does not seem like they did anything over there that they could not have done here. And seeing some pictures of the girls that Sitcho has supposedly "hooked up" with, hell, maybe there is a chance he might find me attractive. Ha. Yeah. Right. Too many people tell me I am attractive, although frankly, it just goes in one ear and right out the other. I still want to bash the mirror with my bare fists every time I look in it. And frankly, I am surprised the show is even going to be having a 5th season, after the little bit I saw of the 3rd season, when it became The Ronnie And That Thing He Dates Drama Hour.
I might watch it once to see what went down between Ronnie and Sitch. One can only hope that this went down between the two of them (comment left by Double D):
Somehow now I like the idea of Sitch and Ronnie better. Ah. One can fantasize, yes?
My WA left work early on Monday. She said she wasn't feeling good and hopefully didn't catch what was going around this office. I wanted to say to her, what is going around the office? There is nothing going around the office! My boss had a cold and my WA's friend- the one that she goes back to talk to for 40 minutes (1o minutes WA time)- had bronchitis (and has been hacking like the hounds of hell and driving me up the wall with it). And then today she is worried her boyfriend might have to have surgery and asked me is it wrong that the first thing she thought was there goes her sex life? Besides wanting to projectile vomit that this white trash bitch is getting laid and I am not, I wanted to say and there goes your weekly pregnancy scares as well. Someone seriously needs to sterilize this bitch, because she is too stupid to procreate. I actually shake in my boots (as should you) that one of these days she is going to fuck and it will actually take.
And speaking of TMI, if I do not go to the bathroom soon, I am going to go absolutely postal.
*throws cane at computer monitor*
I am absolutely disappointed in Memebase. One of their memes is Bear Grylls and this whole "better drink my own piss" thing, because apparently he did that one time. Well, I found out from D-Listed that today is his birthday so I hopped right over to Memebase to see what kind of crazy submissions would be up for his birthday. Not one single one. I thought for sure there be at least one "it's my birthday, celebrate by drinking my own piss" or something.
God, is this week going to be over soon or what?!
So huzzah, Durrsey Shur is coming back to NJ. Guess I better get back to Seaside one last time before the madness starts up again. I don't understand why they ever went over to Italy anyway. They were clearly way out of their element over there. None of the residents living there seemed like they wanted them (we know the mayor probably didn't, judging by the strict rules he laid down). Every single picture I have seen of the cast has not one interaction with any Italians. Looks like the cast was constantly with American students abroad. It does not seem like they did anything over there that they could not have done here. And seeing some pictures of the girls that Sitcho has supposedly "hooked up" with, hell, maybe there is a chance he might find me attractive. Ha. Yeah. Right. Too many people tell me I am attractive, although frankly, it just goes in one ear and right out the other. I still want to bash the mirror with my bare fists every time I look in it. And frankly, I am surprised the show is even going to be having a 5th season, after the little bit I saw of the 3rd season, when it became The Ronnie And That Thing He Dates Drama Hour.
I might watch it once to see what went down between Ronnie and Sitch. One can only hope that this went down between the two of them (comment left by Double D):
I assume the hoodie is to hide the damage Ronnie did when he donkey punched the Sitch in the back of the head during one of their sweet, sweet guido love making sessions.Bwahahahaahahahahaahahahaaha!
Somehow now I like the idea of Sitch and Ronnie better. Ah. One can fantasize, yes?
My WA left work early on Monday. She said she wasn't feeling good and hopefully didn't catch what was going around this office. I wanted to say to her, what is going around the office? There is nothing going around the office! My boss had a cold and my WA's friend- the one that she goes back to talk to for 40 minutes (1o minutes WA time)- had bronchitis (and has been hacking like the hounds of hell and driving me up the wall with it). And then today she is worried her boyfriend might have to have surgery and asked me is it wrong that the first thing she thought was there goes her sex life? Besides wanting to projectile vomit that this white trash bitch is getting laid and I am not, I wanted to say and there goes your weekly pregnancy scares as well. Someone seriously needs to sterilize this bitch, because she is too stupid to procreate. I actually shake in my boots (as should you) that one of these days she is going to fuck and it will actually take.
And speaking of TMI, if I do not go to the bathroom soon, I am going to go absolutely postal.
Monday, June 6, 2011
The Headline Of The Day
Nancy Pelosi Calls For The House To Probe Weiner | Radar Online
*snickers*
Sometimes I cannot believe I am going to be 30 in a couple years.
*snickers*
Sometimes I cannot believe I am going to be 30 in a couple years.
The WTF Of The Day
I weep for the future of this country. I really do:
OK, I know I have a tendency to fly off the handle easily, but for the love of God....
IT IS YOU'RE. YOU'RE! YOU'RE! NOT YOUR! YOU'RE!!!!!!!!!!!
OK, I know I have a tendency to fly off the handle easily, but for the love of God....
IT IS YOU'RE. YOU'RE! YOU'RE! NOT YOUR! YOU'RE!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Part Due
The details on my evaluation.
I could just simply say that if I could have, I would have walked out. But I am not.
Not one person I have talked with is happy with their evaluations. For one, we all scored pretty low. Most of us were slapped with 6's (out of 9) in every area. I received a little higher than that on my attendance, but I still feel I should have scored a 9. I scored an 8 out of 9 and my boss didn't even remember that I have, in fact, called out one day! I reminded her I did!
But nothing has me more pissed than the one area. I have said before that when you have as much hatred for yourself like I do, you generally are aware of almost all, if not ALL, of your flaws. I know I am an emotional person. I know I get overwhelmed easily. I hate it with a passion and I am working on making it better, but it just does not seem to be going anywhere. And I am kind of beginning to think it is just a part of who I am, like my eye color. I sat down with my boss one day and I explained to her that I have been through a lot of emotional trouble over the past couple years and that I am trying to deal with it and fix it. And she seemed understanding about it.
But to turn around and use it against me in my evaluation? That was low. When she read that out loud- in front of her boss- I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I was mortified. Alright, it was one thing to mention that I get a little overwhelmed. But the other part? No. There was absolutely no reason to have that in there. To me, this is like penalizing me for being unable to run after losing my fucking leg or becoming paralyzed. Thanks for making me feel like a worthless piece of shit.
And like several other people have said, where exactly does she get off saying I do not have good judgement? This from the same person who constantly uses the F word, rants and raves about her manager and our sister company any chance she gets, calls the same people foul names any chance she gets, and talks smack about her employees to her other employees.
I could just simply say that if I could have, I would have walked out. But I am not.
Not one person I have talked with is happy with their evaluations. For one, we all scored pretty low. Most of us were slapped with 6's (out of 9) in every area. I received a little higher than that on my attendance, but I still feel I should have scored a 9. I scored an 8 out of 9 and my boss didn't even remember that I have, in fact, called out one day! I reminded her I did!
But nothing has me more pissed than the one area. I have said before that when you have as much hatred for yourself like I do, you generally are aware of almost all, if not ALL, of your flaws. I know I am an emotional person. I know I get overwhelmed easily. I hate it with a passion and I am working on making it better, but it just does not seem to be going anywhere. And I am kind of beginning to think it is just a part of who I am, like my eye color. I sat down with my boss one day and I explained to her that I have been through a lot of emotional trouble over the past couple years and that I am trying to deal with it and fix it. And she seemed understanding about it.
But to turn around and use it against me in my evaluation? That was low. When she read that out loud- in front of her boss- I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I was mortified. Alright, it was one thing to mention that I get a little overwhelmed. But the other part? No. There was absolutely no reason to have that in there. To me, this is like penalizing me for being unable to run after losing my fucking leg or becoming paralyzed. Thanks for making me feel like a worthless piece of shit.
And like several other people have said, where exactly does she get off saying I do not have good judgement? This from the same person who constantly uses the F word, rants and raves about her manager and our sister company any chance she gets, calls the same people foul names any chance she gets, and talks smack about her employees to her other employees.
An Angry Letter To The American Media
Dear American Media:
Yes, she is very attrative. Yes, I would say she is hot. But for the love of all that is holy....
SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT PIPPA MIDDLETON ALREADY.
Sincerely,
A disgrtuntled American citizen
Yes, she is very attrative. Yes, I would say she is hot. But for the love of all that is holy....
SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT PIPPA MIDDLETON ALREADY.
Sincerely,
A disgrtuntled American citizen
Thursday, June 2, 2011
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Still one more day of work.
Digestive system still malfunctioning.
Scale was down 2 or 3 pounds, but still up.
Job evaluation tomorrow.
EDIT 6/3: Pretty much my reaction to my evaluation:
Details to come.
Digestive system still malfunctioning.
Scale was down 2 or 3 pounds, but still up.
Job evaluation tomorrow.
EDIT 6/3: Pretty much my reaction to my evaluation:
Details to come.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Random Thoughts
Two days of work down, two more to go. Do you know what I say to that?
I get my evaluation on Friday.
I was 4 pounds more this morning because my digestive system appears to not want to work again.
Sorry. I am feeling picturesque today. Ragey picturesque. I wrote many things today followed by a FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I am so annoyed with my digestive system and I am back to wanting to rip it out of my abdomen. I am starting to wonder if this always seems to occur during ovulation time. I am always going to start writing everything down, but I still haven't.
I want to believe that the 4 pound weight gain is due to my digestive system because while yes, I was bad the entire weekend, I doubt I ate 14,000 EXTRA calories on top of what I normally eat. Hell, I doubt I even ate anywhere near 14,000 calories altogether between the 4 days combined. And I did ramp up my exercise all of those days (45 minutes instead of 30). I hope it's only due to my digestive system wanting to misbehave, but I am still freaking out over it.
I am not looking forward to getting my evaluation. I like to believe I am a good worker. My attendence is pretty much perfect- never late, never left early (except with pre-approved PTO usage), only one call out (three if you count two days when it was much too hazardous to drive and we were under STATE OF EMERGENCIES). I have never been scolded for talking too much (and have never once received the infamous too much chit chatting emails, except when they were sent to the entire office). Am I going to be worthy of a raise? I have no idea. I hope so. For one, I have been there almost 2 years. Two, I am doing almost a completely different job (and pretty much everyone else's) than when I started. Even if I only get as much of a raise as I did last year, it would be nice. I'd like more, of course, but right now I will take what I can get.
I am also not looking forward to my WA getting her performance. Because I will have to hear about it nonstop. I am sure something will be said about her talking and then I am going to have to hear about how everyone else gets away with it, why shouldn't she, oh she never leaves her desk except for no more than 10 minutes at the end of the day (I don't know how time runs in her little world that 40 minutes of talking is somehow 10 minutes; I have honest to God timed her before and she is generally back talking anywhere from 25 to 40 minutes or more), she's tired of all the double standards, and this, and that and *face palms, then bangs head repeatedly on desk*.
One of my FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU moments was when I went to call my family doctor and get an appointment just to have my foot looked at. I called and asked for as late as possible appointment and I am told next Tuesday at 5:15. I can't do that and apparently that is the latest appointment they have for a while. What the fuck, man? Six freaking doctors and their hours are until like 8 almost every day. So now I still do not have an appointment with the doctor and I am going to lose my mind. The pain seems to have moved to just my big toe joint and I still only feel it once in a while, like if I attempt to do jumping jacks and even then, I might feel on the first or second jump and no more after that, or if I am coming down the stairs a certain way. It's not terrible, but it is annoying. But my foot just constantly feels like it needs to crack and I crack it and it relieves it temporarily and then I am back to where I started it.
I am just going nuts being a little more inactive than usual. I still am working out 5 days a week, but I am not getting up as much as I normally do and I am not dancing around like an idiot like I usually do. And it's depressing me not being as active. I love dancing. I suck at it, but it's so much fun. It makes me feel good. The first time I really listened to the lyrics of "Higher" by Taio Cruz- and we are all going to assume it is actually about dancing- I thought, wow, that is a perfect way to describe how I feel when I am dancing. I don't know what came over me at my sister's wedding, but it was a fantastic feeling. I was dancing, at times even being the only one on the dance floor, and I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me. And I was drop dead SOBER. I had not one ounce of alcohol, except for some champaggin at the toast. My mom said it made her happy to see me having fun and that made me happy that my happiness made someone else happy.
Try reading that one three times fast. It made me think of this.
I get my evaluation on Friday.
I was 4 pounds more this morning because my digestive system appears to not want to work again.
Sorry. I am feeling picturesque today. Ragey picturesque. I wrote many things today followed by a FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I am so annoyed with my digestive system and I am back to wanting to rip it out of my abdomen. I am starting to wonder if this always seems to occur during ovulation time. I am always going to start writing everything down, but I still haven't.
I want to believe that the 4 pound weight gain is due to my digestive system because while yes, I was bad the entire weekend, I doubt I ate 14,000 EXTRA calories on top of what I normally eat. Hell, I doubt I even ate anywhere near 14,000 calories altogether between the 4 days combined. And I did ramp up my exercise all of those days (45 minutes instead of 30). I hope it's only due to my digestive system wanting to misbehave, but I am still freaking out over it.
I am not looking forward to getting my evaluation. I like to believe I am a good worker. My attendence is pretty much perfect- never late, never left early (except with pre-approved PTO usage), only one call out (three if you count two days when it was much too hazardous to drive and we were under STATE OF EMERGENCIES). I have never been scolded for talking too much (and have never once received the infamous too much chit chatting emails, except when they were sent to the entire office). Am I going to be worthy of a raise? I have no idea. I hope so. For one, I have been there almost 2 years. Two, I am doing almost a completely different job (and pretty much everyone else's) than when I started. Even if I only get as much of a raise as I did last year, it would be nice. I'd like more, of course, but right now I will take what I can get.
I am also not looking forward to my WA getting her performance. Because I will have to hear about it nonstop. I am sure something will be said about her talking and then I am going to have to hear about how everyone else gets away with it, why shouldn't she, oh she never leaves her desk except for no more than 10 minutes at the end of the day (I don't know how time runs in her little world that 40 minutes of talking is somehow 10 minutes; I have honest to God timed her before and she is generally back talking anywhere from 25 to 40 minutes or more), she's tired of all the double standards, and this, and that and *face palms, then bangs head repeatedly on desk*.
One of my FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU moments was when I went to call my family doctor and get an appointment just to have my foot looked at. I called and asked for as late as possible appointment and I am told next Tuesday at 5:15. I can't do that and apparently that is the latest appointment they have for a while. What the fuck, man? Six freaking doctors and their hours are until like 8 almost every day. So now I still do not have an appointment with the doctor and I am going to lose my mind. The pain seems to have moved to just my big toe joint and I still only feel it once in a while, like if I attempt to do jumping jacks and even then, I might feel on the first or second jump and no more after that, or if I am coming down the stairs a certain way. It's not terrible, but it is annoying. But my foot just constantly feels like it needs to crack and I crack it and it relieves it temporarily and then I am back to where I started it.
I am just going nuts being a little more inactive than usual. I still am working out 5 days a week, but I am not getting up as much as I normally do and I am not dancing around like an idiot like I usually do. And it's depressing me not being as active. I love dancing. I suck at it, but it's so much fun. It makes me feel good. The first time I really listened to the lyrics of "Higher" by Taio Cruz- and we are all going to assume it is actually about dancing- I thought, wow, that is a perfect way to describe how I feel when I am dancing. I don't know what came over me at my sister's wedding, but it was a fantastic feeling. I was dancing, at times even being the only one on the dance floor, and I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me. And I was drop dead SOBER. I had not one ounce of alcohol, except for some champaggin at the toast. My mom said it made her happy to see me having fun and that made me happy that my happiness made someone else happy.
Try reading that one three times fast. It made me think of this.
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