A Brief Intermission.

Some things that I am not entirely sure why they are on DailySquee.com. Minus the first one.

It looks like a ball of chicken...It's a nugget!

The face of WTF.

Just plain WTF?!

I don't know what it is, but it frightens me.

Pet Peeve #6 (kinda a rant)

Okay Queen Shiva, calm the fuck down.

I would really like to know where this privileged attitude people have comes from. So, I was going through the drive through at McDonald's and they had a new girl on window. There was a lot of orders coming in so it was hard to switch her out without problems, besides a lot of managers like to crash course newer employees since they have to get used to the stress, and once you are able to function under the frustrations of rush hour you can function any time. But that doesn't mean you don't get overwhelmed and mess up. Believe it or not food service, cashiers, and many other people who work in jobs you think are mindless and easy have a lot to deal with and a lot they have to know. Anyway, they screwed up my order. The new girl looked crushed and kept apologizing like crazy and so did her manager. When I smiled and said it was okay, I was met with disbelief. And that pissed me off.

Here's the deal. I am newly exposed to working at a gas station. Sounds easy? No, no it's not. You have to know register, this entails knowing all the numbers for the produce and drinks that don't scan, knowing the functions for the food service section, knowing gas functions, kerosene functions, the lottery machine and how that works with the register, knowing all the forms of tobacco and where to find them, knowing what to do for companies that get special deals for working with us, knowing what to do when a co-worker uses their gift card, or when a customer uses a coffee card. All this while making food to go in the food case, timing the food so it's always fresh, stocking the coffee and timing that and the creamer so that's fresh while starting food for lunch, taking out the trash and cleaning up after customers. It is not easy. Then you have rush hour, pissy attitude customers, and people that get miffed when you follow the tobacco and alcohol laws by asking for their IDs because you don't want to get arrested or loose your job. I think you waiting an extra thirty seconds or so for someone to ID you so they don't suffer problems far worse than your lost time is understanding. Yes, they work in the service industry, no they don't get paid enough for you to forget how to be a decent person and act like a giant ass hole. I guarantee you that you have made mistakes many times and even been new at a job.

Here's the thing, no matter what job you have it is all for the sake of money and supporting ones self or family, to treat people that don't have some nice cushy job and office like shit for trying to live in a society that is run on money makes you a snobby stuck up piece of shit. Harsh? Well so are the people that get angry at the worker who can't get angry back or defend themselves because they would loose their jobs or get in big trouble. Does it make you feel big? Because it makes you look like a small minded idiot. Stop treating people like shit when you come in wearing sweatpants and people can smell you from the other side of the store. You're not privileged, you're a spoiled brat throwing a fit over things that are a waste of your energy and everyone else's time.

Pet Peeve #5

I'm bigger, you move.

Today while driving on a street that is prone to having some nice traffic, no real shoulders but a really wide sidewalk, I had to wait for a biker. Yes, wait. See, you can't go around them since there is on coming traffic, and since there is barley a shoulder you can't just keep going. You have to wait. Wait while there is a perfectly good sidewalk they could be on.

It's not just the bikers either. It's more the walkers. If the light is green I'm going. I just sat there through a red light to let other cars and your slow dumb ass walk. Now that that light is green it's my turn to go. Not yours. I have places to be that don't involve catering to your time because you were too busy flirting on the corner like a hooker. You don't want to walk out into traffic because you think everyone should part and wait for you like Moses and the Red Sea. You especially don't want to do it to me. Why? Because I will keep going. No I haven't hit someone, but I have slowed down and clipped them with my car or just pulled out in front of them and scared them. Last time I did it, it was night time, I had a green light, and a group of teenage girls (where are parents these days?) just walked out into the intersection expecting me to stop. No. There screams made up for their stupidity. The bottom line: I am a huge ass car, complete with lights. I am on a street which is for cars. I am where I'm supposed to be and easy to see. You can move your dumb privileged ass out of my way. You don't see me up on your sidewalks.

Questionably important.

If you give grass coffee, would it's growth be stunted? I don't want to mow the lawn, but the grass seems insistent that it should follow in the footsteps of a really tall person.

New Life Goal.

Random Thoughts In General About Nothing And No One In Particular.

Everyone hurts each other. It's part of the human condition to cause pain whether you make a choice or not. In the end, someone gets hurt. Remember, when it's your turn to be hurt, that you have caused hurt in others for reasons that were good for you, just like that person is when they are hurting you. And even the person causing the pain, is themselves pained. Don't you remember?

From Me.

So get to living.

Survive.

Then I Found This.

"Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at stupid jokes. Cry. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell a jerk what you think. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Live life. Regret nothing."

Simple.

And today, I did the hard thing.

Mental Quirks: Paranoia

I get paranoid.

Sometimes I think there is someone watching me outside the window. So every time I walk by a window, I stop and stare very intensely out it. That way if there is someone watching me they will think I know they're there, and get freaked out.

I do a bit of a zig zag motion on open back stair cases, that way if there is a killer under the stairs trying to grab my foot or cut my achilles tended, they'll miss.

My beds are against walls, that way I can sleep as close to the wall as possible. This is to insure that if there is someone under the bed they can't grab or cut me unless they come out because none of my limbs will be close enough to get at. And I wont look under the bed because the monster under it might get me first.

Girls & Nerds: The Truth.

I forgot where I found this, but, GAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Closing Time. Open All The Doors And Let You Out Into The World.

I always wonder why the people around me get up in the morning, how they smile and laugh without faking it. How they say sometimes, the things they really mean to say, do the things they want to do. Take the risks they they don't want to just to get to what they do want. Why take those chances. I was never good at the idea of falling, because I was never sure that someone would reach out and stop my fall. Does anyone else feel like that? That they are just falling down, and maybe you don't want to be saved, but you want someone to reach out, grab your hand and delay that fall before you find the ground and you can no longer see out. You want someone to grab out and see right through you, wade through the crap that is your life because your worth something. Because maybe if they think your worth something, you can start to think it to. Or maybe, it's just the act of grabbing you, the act of risking that you may pull them down too. I can't grow wings. But for the first time in a long time I feel like doing something completely crazy, I feel like living instead of existing. I feel. I want to say what I'm thinking and mean what I say, I want to jump.

YES!

These Are The Times My Friend. It's Not About The Music.

Are you serious? Serious I ask?! There is a theme within the mix of music and their videos. First stage of loosing publicity is to do sexy to a whole new level than what you've previously done. Next stage is copying something popular. All this in hopes to grab your lost moments of glory by selling who you are, or at least who you were made to be, for a whole new you that is someone else...is that confusing? Now I have got to expose you to something:

Lady Gaga vs. Christina Aguilera

Christina Aguilera vs. Madonna

Exposed? Now lets back track. Once upon a time a pop artist's fame was dwindling, I wish I could say in exchange for better music but a lot of obnoxious rap and party music was still going on, unfortunately, no, I don't care what you think, it's unfortunate. Seriously...okay I'll move on. Then came I'mma Slave For You by Britney Spears, then Dirty by Christina Aguilera. Both videos an attempt to sell their bodies and be the object of lust for some guys that would rather bang them than love them. Both videos have the girls looking extra glisteny (this is not a real word) and in need of a shower. Also they are surrounded by men and being, well, dirty sluts. Ooo, that's why the name was Dirty Christi. You should do one together, call it Dirty Slave For You that way you cover a larger range of fantasies. Unfortunately, you already did the drastic sex appeal thing. No one cares. Note that I am going to call her Christi, typing her name out is just about as much a pain as saying it. So now it's copying for Christi. I saw the video for Not Myself Tonight, I watched it the whole way through while resisting the urge to not shove things in my ears and eyes like some people say, but to find something less painful and cry in the corner. Yeah, like I want that to be the last thing I see an hear. Now Christi, what's with the weird outfits and the framing the eye with your fingers, and just basically the whole taking shit from other pop artists shit? I'll admit that Gaga can be compared a bit to Madonna. But I hate to tell you all and ruin your wonderful gossip and need to bitch about the latest scandal, or even your weird and creepy feeling of camaraderie with your favorite music artists that leads you to defend them and rage against anyone that 'might' be copying them because you think they are in all things and if somethings popular it must have come from them...okay, I'm loosing my track here. But you see what I mean, stop it. You are never meeting these people, you're not special, and maybe their music touched you, and in Christi and Britney's case sometimes you touched yourself TO their music, but it's not really about them, or at least it isn't supposed to be. Anyway, Gaga and Madonna. Yes, they can be compared, but I don't care who you are, Gaga takes that shit way beyond Madonna. Like whole new level. I have never really watched a Madonna video or performance and wanted desperately to pick her brain like she was Hannibal Lector. Gaga, she's all her own. She has a style that may be influenced, if you think no idea is ever thought by more than one person anyway, but it's all her own. And Christi, Christi, Christi, when I see you in the bleach blonde hair, tan, and bright ass lip stick, I don't think Gaga like others might, I don't even think hot or sexy. I think trashy and Barbie. There you go, Barbie is trashy. See what I did there?

I'm going to listen to my music because the lyrics mean something to me or the tune hits me right, not because of who the artists is. Like my mother who stopped listening to the Dixie Chicks because they bashed Bush. Still good music, Take Me Away didn't change just because something resembling an actual opinion, one that some share thank you, came out of the mouth who sang it. I'm sure if Charles Manson started a band and it had good lyrics I'd listen to it, but lets be real, it's Charles Manson, he'd try subliminal messages. The point is, like music for whatever reasons you use to pick your music, stop being a publicity obsessed mindless mass that bases their likes and dislikes by online blogs and entertainment TV. I still hate Not Myself Tonight, and even though I hate Christi I will still bust a move or sing along to some of your classics. P.S. Britney, I don't like you but I am happy for you that you are no longer a druggy psycho. Kudos to Radar.

ZOMG!! Christi looks more trashy than Barbie...I have to go to the bathroom, my outlook on life has just been changed...

Life Is A Quote You Never Invented.

Make for yourself a world you can believe in.
"It sounds simple, I know. But it’s not. Listen, there are a million worlds you could make for yourself. Everyone you know has a completely different one - the woman in 5G, that cab driver over there, you. Sure, there are overlaps, but only in the details. Some people make their worlds around what they think reality is like. They convince themselves that they had nothing to do with their worlds’ creations and continuations. Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescence and burnt hair and collapsed soufflés and the impossibility of not falling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are. But you want to make for yourself a world that is deliberately and meticulously personalized. A theater for your life, if I could put it like that. Don’t live an accident. Don’t call a knife a knife. Live a life that has never been lived before, in which everything you experience is yours and only yours. Make accidents on purpose. Call a knife a name by which only you will recognize it. Now I’m not a very smart man, but I’m not a dumb one, either. So listen: If you can manage what I’ve told you, as I was never able to, you will give your life meaning."

Jonathan Safran Foer, A Convergence Of Birds

I'd Do This.

"I had dinner with my father last night, and made a classic Freudian slip. I meant to say "please pass the salt," but it came out, "you prick, you ruined my childhood."

Via heartliketwigs

Always, Sometimes, Never

I always...

will love nature.

check behind the shower curtain.

will use an apple computer.

want to laugh.

I sometimes...

dance in the rain.

need my alone time.

let my dirty clothes own my room.

wish life was a musical.

want to run away to a place where no one knows me.

laugh until I cry.

walk around bare foot.

wear my PJ pants while out and about.

punch walls.

I never...

want to die not having lived.

will like lasagna.

want to forget all they did for me.

Inspired by (oh, hello friend.) you are loved.

Today: 'Nough Said.