Janet: I want my fucking clothes!
Valerie: Then you'll have to eat something, won't you?
Janet: [singing] Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' cotton, oh Lordy, pick a bale o' hay, gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o' cotton, jump down spin around, pick a bale o' hay....
Valerie: [to Susanna] She thinks that bothers me.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Quote Of The Day
One of my favorite parts from Girl, Interrupted:
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Quote Of The Day
From "Godfellas":
Malachi: We will solve our own problems as you commanded. The time has come to convert the unbelievers.
Bender: Convert them?
Malachi: To radioactive vapor!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Random Thoughts
Boy, did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed today. Or it's PMS. Maybe a little of both. All I know is I have been cranky all day. I went on a vocal rampage when I called my mother during my lunch break. I am just frustrated and annoyed and while I am at the point of being semi-content with my job, all I keep wondering is how much longer is the content-ness going to last.
The whole time I was getting ready for work, I just fumed over life in general. All I kept thinking was, I am going about this whole life thing the wrong way. I need to just throw away my dignity and morals and just become a disgusting human being because apparently that is the only way to get anywhere in this day and age. I need to just stop worring about everyone else's feelings and just fucking screw everyone over because no one ever seems to care about hurting mine or screwing me over. Why should I care about other people? Nice guys really do finish last, don't they? And why bother working hard? I need to just start speaking my mind and acting on my feelings. I'll probably end up dead, but I don't really particularly care at this particular moment.
Is it possible to never really experience true love but are afraid to fall for someone? I think I may have mentioned the story before, but a couple years ago, I was pretty head over heels for someone, only to find out he was engaged. I was absolutely crushed. I think that was the first time I actually was able to fully understand what the term "broken heart" meant. I had never, ever felt anything like what I felt after finding out that news. It took many months to finally get over it, although at the time I truly believed I would never get over it. I feel kinda ridiculous now for getting so upset over it, but ever since then, I am absolutely terrified of ever developing feelings for someone because I do not want to ever go through something like that again.
My sister seems to believe having a significant other might help me change my outlook on life. While I agree on one hand (I am fully convinced at this point that if I just get fucked already, I won't be so damn high strung), I also have to wonder who will seriously be able to put up with me. I can't even stand me, let alone another person. Love me just the way I am? Keep dreaming.
Changing subjects, I recently started choking down, er, taking Konsyl. It's pretty bad. I have a sneaky suspicion I am really drinking sawdust, but hey, it is working better than Metamucil was, so where am I to complain? Plus, it will [hopefully] get my gastrointestinal doctor off of my back about taking fiber supplements. I say hopefully because he actually suggested Benefiber, but Konsyl has less calories and more natural ingredients. It's still fiber, is it not?!
At least, I think it is fiber. It is, isn't it? Hello? Anyone?
I have recently been delegated the task of medical records requests in work. It's not rocket science, but I am seriously going to go apeshit on law firms. I would think that after 7+ years in school, these lawyers would know they can not get these records without a subpoena. But apparently they do not, because I am constantly getting requests without one. So then I get to type up a nice little letter demanding a subpoena. Ugh. And then one day I almost died of a heart attack when I opened a request and found - GASP- a subpoena included. I was ecstatic. I still would have had to send a letter demanding payment first, but it still had the frigging subpoena! So what happened? The person has never been to our office. SO....instead of sending a letter demanding MONEY, I had to send a letter informing the law firm we had never seen said person.
I was down at the Berlin Mart about a month ago and I was in the store where I am convinced every worker is from Ancora and I wish I had had a camera at the time to take a picture to submit to Failblog. It was a clamshell package opener (I am talking the evil ones you have to use a razor blade to open) and it was in....a clamshell package.
The whole time I was getting ready for work, I just fumed over life in general. All I kept thinking was, I am going about this whole life thing the wrong way. I need to just throw away my dignity and morals and just become a disgusting human being because apparently that is the only way to get anywhere in this day and age. I need to just stop worring about everyone else's feelings and just fucking screw everyone over because no one ever seems to care about hurting mine or screwing me over. Why should I care about other people? Nice guys really do finish last, don't they? And why bother working hard? I need to just start speaking my mind and acting on my feelings. I'll probably end up dead, but I don't really particularly care at this particular moment.
Is it possible to never really experience true love but are afraid to fall for someone? I think I may have mentioned the story before, but a couple years ago, I was pretty head over heels for someone, only to find out he was engaged. I was absolutely crushed. I think that was the first time I actually was able to fully understand what the term "broken heart" meant. I had never, ever felt anything like what I felt after finding out that news. It took many months to finally get over it, although at the time I truly believed I would never get over it. I feel kinda ridiculous now for getting so upset over it, but ever since then, I am absolutely terrified of ever developing feelings for someone because I do not want to ever go through something like that again.
My sister seems to believe having a significant other might help me change my outlook on life. While I agree on one hand (I am fully convinced at this point that if I just get fucked already, I won't be so damn high strung), I also have to wonder who will seriously be able to put up with me. I can't even stand me, let alone another person. Love me just the way I am? Keep dreaming.
Changing subjects, I recently started choking down, er, taking Konsyl. It's pretty bad. I have a sneaky suspicion I am really drinking sawdust, but hey, it is working better than Metamucil was, so where am I to complain? Plus, it will [hopefully] get my gastrointestinal doctor off of my back about taking fiber supplements. I say hopefully because he actually suggested Benefiber, but Konsyl has less calories and more natural ingredients. It's still fiber, is it not?!
At least, I think it is fiber. It is, isn't it? Hello? Anyone?
I have recently been delegated the task of medical records requests in work. It's not rocket science, but I am seriously going to go apeshit on law firms. I would think that after 7+ years in school, these lawyers would know they can not get these records without a subpoena. But apparently they do not, because I am constantly getting requests without one. So then I get to type up a nice little letter demanding a subpoena. Ugh. And then one day I almost died of a heart attack when I opened a request and found - GASP- a subpoena included. I was ecstatic. I still would have had to send a letter demanding payment first, but it still had the frigging subpoena! So what happened? The person has never been to our office. SO....instead of sending a letter demanding MONEY, I had to send a letter informing the law firm we had never seen said person.
I was down at the Berlin Mart about a month ago and I was in the store where I am convinced every worker is from Ancora and I wish I had had a camera at the time to take a picture to submit to Failblog. It was a clamshell package opener (I am talking the evil ones you have to use a razor blade to open) and it was in....a clamshell package.
Quote Of The Day
Best help wanted ad ever (found in the Philadelphia Daily News a few months ago):
GENERAL HELP WANTED
West Chester
Looking for 10 people to work to replace 10 people who didn't. Must have reliable trans. & pass drug screen. Will train, new hire bonus available. Call Ben
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
An Angry Letter To Basically Any Media Outlet
Dear Media Outlets:
I would willingly pay any amount of money to never, EVER hear "Soul Sister" by Train again. I am so freaking sick of hearing that song. Every single time I hear it, I simultaneously start hearing the wheent wheent wheent from Psycho. It makes me stabby. Enough is enough!
And please....I beg you....enough with the political commercials!
Sincerely,
s-cubed
I would willingly pay any amount of money to never, EVER hear "Soul Sister" by Train again. I am so freaking sick of hearing that song. Every single time I hear it, I simultaneously start hearing the wheent wheent wheent from Psycho. It makes me stabby. Enough is enough!
And please....I beg you....enough with the political commercials!
Sincerely,
s-cubed
Random Thoughts
Ugh, why can weekends never go as slow as the work week?
At the risk of sounding like a commercial, do you know what gets me through the work week? Looking forward to hearing WOGL's Breakfast Club in the morning. I freaking love listening to them. They are so funny. Their daily shindings are hilarious. I love the Ask The Mayor segment, although I am not fully convinced that it really is Mayor Nutter. And the Buck a Bark contest every Thursday. And Squiggy. I love Squiggy.
I went to Dairy Queen on Saturday to finally get my pumpkin pie Blizzard and I had one of their sucky ass coupons for buy one 16 oz, get another free. To make a long story short, I basically spent 10 minutes explaining to every employee there how the damn coupon works. It would not sink in for anything. I was ready to scream by the time they finally got it. And then, on top of it all, one of the employees actually asked me for friggin' ID when I showed her the coupon! Yes, the coupon had my name on it and everything, but....seriously? This is not top secret government work. It is a coupon for a freaking Dairy Queen Blizzard.
I hate the Cherry Hill mall. If it were not for JC Penney's and the Dairy Queen, I'd never step foot near that ghetto ass place. Parking is a chronic nightmare and I don't even know how 99% of the people that go there even afford to shop there. Cherry Hill Mall has one of those Wildwood syndromes- they changed the scenary, but not the situation.
Our dog recently had some teeth pulled and to prevent infection, we had to give her antibiotics for a week. It was like a freaking project just to get her to take the pills. Why are dogs so difficult when it comes to taking pills? They eat everything under the fucking sun, some even eat their own shit, but they refuse to just eat pills. I never get that.
I am switching back and forth between here and Poorly Dressed and I like how 85% of the submissions are fat gothic kids. I hate gothic kids. They got on my nerves in high school, with their black everything and their poems about the world being their prison. I think it was the making light of depression that pissed me off the most. They should all be put out to pasture.
At the risk of sounding like a commercial, do you know what gets me through the work week? Looking forward to hearing WOGL's Breakfast Club in the morning. I freaking love listening to them. They are so funny. Their daily shindings are hilarious. I love the Ask The Mayor segment, although I am not fully convinced that it really is Mayor Nutter. And the Buck a Bark contest every Thursday. And Squiggy. I love Squiggy.
I went to Dairy Queen on Saturday to finally get my pumpkin pie Blizzard and I had one of their sucky ass coupons for buy one 16 oz, get another free. To make a long story short, I basically spent 10 minutes explaining to every employee there how the damn coupon works. It would not sink in for anything. I was ready to scream by the time they finally got it. And then, on top of it all, one of the employees actually asked me for friggin' ID when I showed her the coupon! Yes, the coupon had my name on it and everything, but....seriously? This is not top secret government work. It is a coupon for a freaking Dairy Queen Blizzard.
I hate the Cherry Hill mall. If it were not for JC Penney's and the Dairy Queen, I'd never step foot near that ghetto ass place. Parking is a chronic nightmare and I don't even know how 99% of the people that go there even afford to shop there. Cherry Hill Mall has one of those Wildwood syndromes- they changed the scenary, but not the situation.
Our dog recently had some teeth pulled and to prevent infection, we had to give her antibiotics for a week. It was like a freaking project just to get her to take the pills. Why are dogs so difficult when it comes to taking pills? They eat everything under the fucking sun, some even eat their own shit, but they refuse to just eat pills. I never get that.
I am switching back and forth between here and Poorly Dressed and I like how 85% of the submissions are fat gothic kids. I hate gothic kids. They got on my nerves in high school, with their black everything and their poems about the world being their prison. I think it was the making light of depression that pissed me off the most. They should all be put out to pasture.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Quote Of The Day
From Family Guy:
- Peter: [making a birthday wish] I'd sell my soul to be famous.
- [Cutaway to Hell. The Devil gets a message instantly]
- Devil: Oop, I got a live one. Peter Griffin.
- Assistant: Ooh, sorry, chief. Seems he already sold his soul in 1976 for Bee Gees tickets, and again in 1981 for half a mallomar.
- Devil: Aw, heck, where's a lawyer when I need one?
- [behind him, several hundred men holding pitchforks raise their hands]
Thursday, October 21, 2010
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