Filed under: Life
Having played a word game recently on Facebook, where you use the 3rd letter of your first name to describe someone, someone described me as ‘dramatic.’ Granted, I don’t know this person, she’s just someone I use to further my online gaming addiction(s), it kinda irked me nonetheless. I’ve always put the adjective ‘dramatic’ in the same category as ‘bitter’. I detest both of those words, especially as they pertain to me. Oh well, maybe I’m just in denial. Maybe not.
Whatever the case, it’s one of the things that prompted me to be introspective (and extrospective). I’ve only really done this once before, when I questioned, after years of dry spells in the dating world, if perhaps my standards were unrealistically high (when it comes to deal breakers and the like, as it pertains to potential ‘significant others’). I came to the conclusion that they weren’t and that I was worth it. Even if that meant never sharing a home, bed or tax form. I’m still comfortable with my decision.
The most recent reflection regarded friendship: When is it time to cut dead weight? What constitutes a friendship? Continue reading
Having become disenfranchised with the job hunt, I’ve been cleaning house (in every sense of the word). With removing several pieces of furniture (to take to the consignment store), cleaning out and organizing closets, drawers and cabinets, I’ve come across all kinds of things. One of those things was some teeny, tiny jewelry boxes that contained several baby rings my parents must’ve bought for me. Though I abhor jewelry in general, even I have to admit that these rings are very sweet, if impractical. Maybe they’re a product of their time. I can’t seem to find anything, in regards to origin and/or fads, about them online.
Anyway, the ring(s) isn’t really the issue. The REAL discovery was a teeny, tiny slip of paper (an old Safeway receipt, dated April 17, 1971) I found wedged beneath one of the rings. My mom had scribbled a quick passage from a poem on it. It reads:
“Come, little leaves” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
Summer is gone, and the days grow cold.”
I researched it online and found out that it is an excerpt from the poem Come Little Leaves by George Cooper. You can read the poem in its entirety here. I thought it was very sweet. Put me in a melancholy mood, but I’m happy to have found it.
Filed under: Idiocracy
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A friend sent this to me via e-mail. I think she’s trying to provoke me into having a blood-pressure-induced stroke (from the sheer retardation of it all). Granted, the woman COULD have gotten hurt and what the security department did is unethical, this is still a bullshit “news” story.
She fell into the fountain because she was fuckin’ TEXTING and not paying attention to her surroundings…then cries foul when “no one comes to her aid?” Yeah, you know why that is? Because of idiots like yourself, who are sue-happy, combined with the fact that taking responsibility for your own actions, has gone the way of the horse & buggy. It’s always someone else’s fault now…and they must PAY! Drivel like this should not be news, much less given air-time! The media attention it generates, only perpetuates it! Color me annoyed.
Prologue: Turns out she’s been convicted of identitiy theft, stole $5,000 dollars from a co-worker… and some other theft charges involving Target and Zales jewelry stores. Read the story here. Bet she wishes she’d kept her media-whoring mouth shut now.
How Awesome and Amazing We All Are!
Isn’t it amazing how awesome almost everyone is? I mean, “rilly (sic) awesome and amazing.”
Someone’s child hits a dribbling grounder toward third base and it’s automatically “an awesome hit.” An oily-faced 15-year-old guy agrees with a ProActive-coated girl that Sbarro’s Pizza in the food court is amazing — and true love blooms.
I hereby declare prohibition of the words “awesome” and “amazing” by anyone under 40, unless they have seen the second coming of the Christ or a third world country has detonated a nuclear device.
Filed under: Music
Bought a CD compilation called Japan for Sale- Volume 2. This is one of my favorite songs! I think the video may make it like it even more. Eet’s gute!