Ok so on this path of doing this writing thing, I know I am sucking, but I am making an effort. I promise. I just got a new mini netbook to try to do it more regular. It is called the Wolvol and it is ubber tiny. I will keep you posted on this…
BTW I am actually working on a big post AND I will have you know I have once again fell into love with my workout!
Round 4 lets have a go at it.
I desperately want to be a writer, actually I just want to get my written word out there in some sort of format. I know like everything else it takes practice. I have thought I have had the motivation before but as I usually work I gave up or in my mind “I’ll do it tomorrow”. I don’t think I have ever really owned up to my dreams and desires. I went to college for one of my dreams but after that it just go too hard. So I go all out for a few months then I let it die. This year I am bound and determined to not let my dreams slowly die. So excuse me but for the first few months I am going to do this even if it is not that awesome or great content.
I am also not going to let my other life pursuits die even if I have to go into blog world to find motivation. I know that everyday it is a fight to be the best person I can be but at least I am trying, right? I am sure people have different ideas on how to come by this or even how you should go about it. Well, I have always said I am my own person so I will have to find my own way, no matter the struggle I may have.
This week my goals are to write 3 times (two now) and compose a letter to a friend that I let fade away. To most people these things my not be tough but I am horrible about my personal time management which is hilarious because in my work life that is something I pride myself on. Pride is over rated anyways. In case you care one of my other goals is to fall back in love with working out… like this and bettering my friendship abilities it is work in process.
OK I am glad I am no longer bored all day long. I am ecstatic that I found an easy part-time job that is VERY flexible. I love that it has little to no stress. The one thing that is driving me nuts is how stupid the people I work with are. We are not talking ditsy or lack of common sense, STUPID AS ROCKS (sorry rocks). We are talking they probably worship Forest Gump for his genius. NO, I AM NOT KIDDING. The funny part is I always assumed people group with their own kind. The pretty with the pretty, the tall with the tall, the sport fanatic with the sports fanatic and now I know the idiots stay with the idiots.
I am not embellishing one bit when I say idiots. The smartest person I work with, the one whom I want to punch in the face the least is a HS teacher (by trade). Two weeks ago she asked me where Washington DC is?! YOU ARE A TEACHER! Shouldn’t you know that?! As I said she is the brightest by leaps and bounds. Maybe as bright as a frog, the ones that play on the road after a storm. Even the person I replaced, who they think was the next coming of God, was an idiot. Really, she was about as intelligent as a slug, so yes she was smart compared to everyone else, minus the teacher who doesn’t know where the nations capitol is. Her grammar was atrocious and I am not talking about writing . I know 10 year old who speak more correctly. How do you run an office and not know how to write a letter… OH and on that note WHO CAN NOT FIGURE OUT MILITARY TIME??
I know when it comes to intelligence I pretty high on my own horse but through the years I have learned that I need to accept all forms of intelligence, then laugh at them behind their back. I have even befriended the less intelligent. I found a few years back I was turning into Dr. Sheldon Cooper where I was constantly judging everyone else. Now I just judge those with no intelligence. What that means is I pretty much just judge those who I work with.
It is so bad that even though I am new I wish I was here by myself. There are simple, common sense things that no one does. No, before you start thinking I am judgmental and am out of line, it’s not just a common sense thing… NO ONE KNEW WHERE BRAZIL WAS! These are the type of people who think this is rocket science. I know 5 year olds who could do my job and most of them could out perform everyone else here. No, seriously a trained monkey could do this. Not only is being stupid a pet peeve of mine so is when you think you’re so worse off than everyone else.
OK I am now done venting…. What are your pet peeves?
I use to do ‘What grinds my gears Wednesday’ well I am bringing it back.
Over the summer I have been watching and helping with a family’s Golden Retriever named Largo. He is an awesome dog but it has brought to my attention what ass holes some pet owners are. Largo is not neutered but he is not my dog so I have no say in it. Since he has a raised testosterone level and testicles most dogs have heightened aggression towards him. Today in the park was doggy hell for poor Largo. There was a Boxer also in tact, the owner was no dummy and knew to keep control of his 4 legged child. Next on the path we encountered some sort of pointer or setter who was not as controlled. The owner had no control of this dog. He was jumping and pulling, making a complete ruckus. This tool bag had the nerve to look at me like I was doing something. NO, you douche your dog is a tool just like you! Largo was just sitting there waiting for the asshole dog to pass, as he was trained to do. Largo was focused on me and when I would tell him to go not at the barking mess of a dog unable to be controlled by his owner. Best part this guy was probably close to 220lbs and the dog was maybe 50, tops! I now know why large men have wussy dogs; they can’t muster up the strength to walk a normal sized dog?! This brings me to my first issue. Why can the owners of Shepherds, Dobermans, Rottweiler, Akitas, Pitbulls ect. grasp the concept of control your damn dog but the owners of ever other breed are useless? I see more Jackass small dog owners than anything. Yes, Largo is a doppy Golden BUT if your little shit of a dog attacks his face he will devour it. At least my Jack looks scary so when I pull him off to the side all retarded dog owners get the hint. I loathe people who don’t control their dogs. This is how dogs end up with aggression issues. You are the owner; you control your dog NOT the other way around!
The other issue was along the same line but an ever bigger ass hat. After we pass the lard ass and the dog of unknowing breed I come across an old man and his Shar-peis. First, this man was old enough to have played Canasta at the last super. Why in God’s name is a man, closer to death then his next meal, trying to control two sixty pound dogs? At this point in your life old man your joint are figments of your imagination. BEST PART (besides he had more wrinkles than his dogs)
he yells as we are coming up on him, watch out they bite. SERIOUSLY! Any moment I am going to have 120bs of dog running at me and the only thing stopping them is Judas’ slightly younger brother? He was holding on to a tree for support! There is a point in your life where you have to start looking at the tasks you want to accomplish and realize that it would be best to alter your plans. This guy should be walking his dogs around his block or neighborhood, not in a park commonly associated with walking dogs. Also, maybe he should think about walking one dog at a time. I think it should be mandatory to take an IQ test before having a child or a pet.. even hamsters.
Filed under Crap, Dogs, fun, WGMG
Dear male friend with intentions unknown,
You are the reason why women walk around constantly confused and have no idea how to take things. I would call you a liar but that doesn’t always fit. Some time I think your type is just as confused as females. Usually, I just go with the every man just wants ass but sometimes I can’t help but think you just want more. Well, before I go on my diatribe if you find your self as being one of these men who just isn’t telling someone something about what you want. Grow a set and tell them! Yes, you may get rejected. You may just get a chance. You may find out that you really don’t want anything. I know men do not like talking about things but if you put your intentions out there at least they are known. With that said…
There are two types of unknown intentions.
- The just want a piece of ass and don’t want to come off as a dick
- You want to be more than friends and don’t want to ruin a friendship
Piece of ass man:
You are the reason women question every man. If you were just upfront with us you would realize most of the time we are very understanding of your sexual needs. We may not be on the same page as you but we would understand. You do not need to go around and mislead us into thinking you actually would like more from us.
Usually the men who just are ass hunting have became very good at lying to our faces. It is lying. No one likes to be called a liar but to manipulate and mislead is a far worse thing that just deceiving. They have become the reason dating is harder now than ever.
No one trusts any one. The females have so many walls up it is just perceived as drama and games. In reality we don’t know who to trust. We do not intend to play games or be difficult but we have been left with no choice. We constantly fear just being used. The best part is we have needs too. Sometime we just want a piece of ass as well or are in the market for a relationship without strings. We learned as children that honesty is the best policy and to do one to others that you would have done to your self. If you don’t want us crazy then don’t lie to us. If you don’t want to deal with drama don’t mislead us.
It is true we are crazy because men made us that way. It’s not the good guys, the average guys or even the ass holes that makes us crazy. It is the guys who lie and deceive us. It is the users, the ones who lead us on and drop us right after we give them the one thing they wanted with out even having the nerve to tell us the truth. The supposed ass holes are only considered ass holes because they actually are truthful. I actually have respect for the ass holes. The average guy just wants to get by with a happy, easy life and to be surrounded by people and relationships that are easy. The good guys tend to be the ones who really get screwed by the piece of ass man.
Don’t want to ruin anything man:
So you have a girl friend that you are afraid of losing? Are you guys that great of friends that you would be missing out on something? Is she that big of a bitch that you can’t sit down and have an adult conversation with her? Either way is it really that big of a deal? Why not just say something? Yes, if she doesn’t want anything more it may be awkward the next time you see each other. If things don’t work out you may loss a friend. What if things do work? The best part of dating a friend is you don’t have awkward beginning like most relationships have. The older you get the easier it becomes to date a friend. Plus, it is not inevitable that if things go south that you ruin a friendship. Things only get ruined if there was cheating or you date for a long time and it goes south. A few dates and if things don’t work out it just becomes an inside joke.
If you grow a set maybe she will commend your attempts and it will work in your favor. Maybe she has been wondering if there is something more, too. I mean really what are you afraid of losing? A drinking buddy? If she is a friend she will listen and you won’t lose anything. It is your choice, you probably know her better than the other douche bags at the bar so you already have one up. Go ahead try. Stop thinking so much about it and just do it man!
I feel like everyday that goes by I am getting closer to my breaking point. I guess it never helps to be trapped in my house 29/7. For those of you can not figure out, that means way more time than needed! I am sick of the stupidity out there. Half the time I want to get out of my house, half the time I want to give up and lock myself in. I mean Ted Kaczynski did it half right. I wouldn’t send unmarked packages to unknowing persons to maim them. Just a shack on the outskirts with only my dog. The sad part is I get on a tangent and realize I need a drink! I need a drink like I need a hole in the head. I figure since short of a concrete block I can not be drowned (horrible grammar but you can go pound salt 🙂 ) I might as well do it to my problems. I would contemplate staying inside in my ever so chipper mood but what would come to the world if I let my cynical outlook be repressed so I let this day die but I assure you someone will be brought down in my misery!
>I sit here on my trusty lappy waiting.
Waiting for what? Waiting for this crap feeling to go past. Waiting for things to start. Basically just waiting.
I know I haven’t been myself since my adventure to see Mc C over a month ago. I know I am not heart broken I know that I will be fine but this crap feeling is getting old.
I want to smile and mean it. I want something besides work to take my mind away. Is it sad that I am about to crack open New Moon and just start reading? I feel now that Bella understands.
Quote of the day: I wished I could feel numb again, but I couldn’t remember how I’d managed it before.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 5, p.123
Filed under Crap, New Moon