tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32860242024-03-13T06:20:00.218-05:00No Wisdom, Just NuggetsThe random musings of a random person.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-68984242638289747862016-07-08T12:01:00.001-05:002016-07-08T12:01:35.621-05:00Living on the edgeUnemployment is the most scariest thing ever. You think that maybe you can make it through but you can't especially when they screw you over on your severance. Sure 6 months but it's only 4 when you count the taxes and now you sit around and watch your bank account continually go negative and negative and negative and suddenly you get panicked and worried and you can't find a job because people Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-25322113134277378522016-07-08T09:24:00.001-05:002016-07-08T09:24:30.671-05:00Why we can't have nice thingsThe first thing I thought of when I heard this was that white people were trying to start a race war. Instead, people decided that it was a good idea to kill a bunch of cops.
We don't have just a gun problem in this country, we also have a problem with hate speech. The combination of the two breeds a particularly toxic stew.
This has got to stop. We can't keep killing each other. The othering of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-75556591408163695862015-06-18T14:58:00.004-05:002015-06-18T14:58:39.214-05:00One Last Screw Before They Let Me GoEvery project, every stupid fucking project, I kept saying, "when it comes time for us to go, no amount of projects will save us". And I was somewhat right - except for me. Oh, it "saved" me - right into a job that I'd rather kill myself than take. No, this isn't temporarily on the phones, and I honestly don't mind that. So in effect, they hold my severance hostage becauseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-33730790461270171302013-11-08T12:01:00.001-06:002013-11-08T12:01:19.047-06:00Happy Fucking Birthday To MeThe one thing I will miss, and will probably miss forever, is that
Auntie Pillow would always take my dad and me out for our birthdays. So many
memories. I miss the random lunches with her. I miss going to
festivals with her. I think that this will be first year that I haven't
thrown myself into so many projects that I don't have time to think so that now I have time Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-8790508194768560162013-10-19T14:21:00.001-05:002013-10-19T14:21:45.329-05:00Insert Heavy Sigh HereFor once, I would like to be important enough in someone's life that they think of me first. That I don't have to put up with the endless waiting and stupid "oh, I'm sorry" bullshit that seems to occur with stunning regularity. For once, I want someone to stop paying lip service to me and actually demonstrate that I am, in fact, important.
Perhaps my standards are too high. I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-46838073118021100872013-07-25T21:13:00.002-05:002013-07-25T21:13:20.919-05:00In the eveningSo there's the lightening bugs in the back yard and I'm watching them
from my perch on the back porch and thinking, thinking, because it's a
beautiful evening in a twilight in-between punctuated by dots of glowing
green light and why wouldn't that make a person think? Although
sometimes I wish I didn't think because sometimes my brain is my worst
enemy and I end up wondering if I am Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-55390571504466047142013-07-04T21:03:00.001-05:002013-07-04T21:03:45.661-05:00Smiles Hide So MuchThe manic pixie dream girl that's all you'll ever be the girl of good times cut off by the intense emotions you ever feel and never being able to tell tell them and you wonder how long it will last before you're discovered a fraud of who you really are inside. It always fels strange but it always will that person you are versus what you show to people and it will always be a surprise despite the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-14999956982734047262013-06-24T10:02:00.002-05:002013-06-24T10:02:29.472-05:00Laughing At The TreesDo I dare jump off this bridge yet? Would I yet again freefall into the water like a rock as has happened before? Or do I dare think that this time, I will have learned to fly?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-13444483966618523212013-06-17T10:32:00.000-05:002013-06-17T10:32:13.760-05:00The Things I KnowI've just had a revelation as to why the whole situation with my aunt bothered me.
It was a Tuesday. She'd gone into the hospital yet again, pain so unbearable, she couldn't stand. That will sometimes happen with a stroke and given her health, it was only a matter of time before the stroke happened. Luckily - or maybe unluckily - she survived the stroke and did well with rehab.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-24315724155581318222013-06-14T13:16:00.002-05:002013-06-14T13:16:43.437-05:00Look At Her Van Goh(Taken from a writing on my phone, while at the bar.)
I used to know a lot of people but apparently I don't anymore. Fun, I had fun once, but the deserts of time have dried up and I am alone in the crowd once again. We used to take our fun seriously but as of late - ages later it seems - the fun well has dried up or withered or something egregious. All that's left is cold Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-68279024483770360232013-06-09T08:53:00.001-05:002013-06-14T13:31:32.423-05:00I Don'tSo yesterday kinda sucked. The theme for the day on PBS Create was "I Do" and while I can stand Sarah Moulton and her dinner for two show, the rest of it depressed the everliving fuck out of me. I went from okay to THE WORLD MUST BURN in three shows.
Oh, man, was it a mood. The shelf didn't work out so I had to go back to Menards to get a new one, crying the whole way there.&Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-81624240210666280572013-06-06T09:07:00.002-05:002013-06-06T10:32:02.976-05:00What's In A Name? Cheese."I hate it when people call you Mouse, don't introduce yourself like that."
Perhaps, but not really. You see, the origin of this name isn't because I'm short and like chesse. It's not because I'm "mousy" or anything.
It has to do with a conversation I had very long ago with friends. As in, almost 10 years ago long ago. We've long moved on to other bars, lives, genders, but at the time we wereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-16969665406667393252013-06-05T08:31:00.001-05:002013-06-06T10:31:34.708-05:00Adventures At Work
Source: someecards.com via Jodi on Pinterest
I definitely had someone like that...I could feel my brain cells sliding out the wood plank to jump off of. Now I must send it around work.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-48964970710307027662013-06-02T08:11:00.001-05:002013-06-02T08:12:41.405-05:00Just Laugh, You SillyIn the middle of the street, this line just sits there.  l really try not to take myself seriously. I mean, yeah there will be times that l have to be serious but fuck it, doesn't have to be all the time.
The thing about fun is that it's addictive.  I always fall for that moment when you click with someone and can't stop thinking about them but I'm always cautious with myself because I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-5653190869877350592013-04-19T10:45:00.000-05:002013-04-19T12:12:05.757-05:00Real Tired of Your Shit, LifeSo I'm sitting here, bored, got work to do, but still, once the work is over, then I've got nothing to do and who the hell wants to sit everywhere bored to motherfucking death on shit. Yeah, I can read Pinterest but fuck, "humor" is anything but, it's all not funny anymore and dammit facebook is just a great wasteland of crap. I've never been one for social media. Sure, I'll Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-69934355785763570782012-11-11T09:33:00.000-06:002012-11-11T09:33:11.474-06:00This Was InevitableSo it's over.
You remembered my birthday two years in a row. Why you forgot this year, I don't know. But that hurt. I would say that hurt almost as much as demanding to be taken to the hospice to see my dying aunt but only almost because it isn't as dire or serious. You had a million chances to come with me when I did her laundry every week and see her before she passed Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-81522562925949259702012-09-19T21:55:00.001-05:002012-09-19T21:55:33.795-05:00Seriously?Sometimes I wonder why I talk to you on the phone. I feel like it's a fifth grader recounting his day at school, except with crap from the History Channel or Fox News. It bores me.
*sigh* And he seemed so good...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-71532880152237389872012-09-16T10:09:00.000-05:002012-09-16T10:09:17.257-05:00Open LetterDear People On Pinterest,
Just stop. No, not with the pinning of unfunny jokes and recipes that look like something a cat threw up, but the stupid "yer a hoor" bullshit. As someone who has occasionally dresses like a slut and has a lot of sex, I would prefer that you keep your jealousies to yourself. Just because you wear tents and chastity belts doesn't mean I have to, and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-59011277533765361302012-05-17T20:31:00.002-05:002012-05-17T20:33:47.970-05:00HintsI really hate it when you sit by the supervisor at work. You hear almost everything in a cube farm, even if you're trying to be quiet. But the one thing that should be obvious to everyone is that if you are a supervisor, and you are bitching about an employee, and said employee sits right next to your cubicle, you may not want to bitch about them while they are at their desk. Especially if youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-820673725469073912012-03-23T11:50:00.003-05:002012-03-24T07:09:12.105-05:00So I guess this is it. I remember when I was younger and my aunt lived with us. I remember all of the bus rides as child, going shopping with my aunt.Northridge Mall - I was very young and well, somewhat stupid. I was on the second floor of the mall and the typical upper floor had railings that you could look down to the first floor. Railings that were metal, and spaced just far enough for a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-23076503878687976982012-02-05T19:23:00.003-06:002012-02-05T19:29:49.847-06:00I'm running away.I'm running away, far away, away from everything. I don't want anyone to care about me anymore, and I don't want to care about anyone. I want to run. It's so deeply ingrained into me even as a little child, this instinct to run. There never was a time where there was a fight response, it was all flight.I'm going to run away. Chances are, I won't, because of all of those Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-16440719618079045362012-01-07T14:20:00.002-06:002012-01-07T14:23:20.945-06:00I have a bad feeling about this.A really bad feeling.It wasn't as laser sharp as the feeling I got with my mom, but it's close. I'm trying to stay positive, like I did with my mom...but I can't help it.Now to buck up and suck it in, put on a smiling face, and try not to let the worry seep through.I wish hospitals had face sanitizers. That would make this easier.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-2751926733649005292011-07-19T21:31:00.002-05:002011-07-19T21:37:26.245-05:00It seems like everybody is dying.Well, okay, not everybody, but more people than usual this year. Two passed away, and the morbid forecast calls for three more. They say it comes in threes, but seriously, this is like sixes. And these are people I personally know and have talked to.May they go with dignity and love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-63427174407637695682011-05-19T06:00:00.002-05:002011-05-19T06:07:13.331-05:00Dear Neighbor,If that's you snoring, you may want to go to the doctor and get that checked out. Because I should not be able to hear you snoring like that. In fact, this is the first time in four years I've ever heard anyone outside of my apartment snoring.Your Slightly Concerned Neighbor,MeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286024.post-70109064149812821212010-12-14T20:50:00.001-06:002010-12-14T20:50:47.343-06:00Dear Video Card,We've had some really great times together. I remember when I booted up the computer for the first time after you were installed, and you could run MCF:Return to Ravenhurst with nary a problem. It was a joy of joys! My last computer kept crashing with it. The sound finally matched the actors' actions!But now...now. What have I done to you that you don't want to work anymore?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0