An ad just came on TV selling "It's OK to say Merry Christmas to me" buttons. That's right. They're selling buttons with this awful motto on them. I thought about it before, when my co-workers gleefully exclaim "Merry Christmas" to customers as they leave the store. What if they don't celebrate Christmas? What if they just bought their holiday gift, not their Christmas gift? Well this button solves that problem for all of us. No longer are we left to ponder the unanswered. With these nifty and inexpensive buttons (ten for ten dollars) we now know who the pagans are. Who the evil, non-celebratory people are. No button you say? Oh well your just going to hell aren't you?
12/20/08
There's something satisfying about waking before the sun. Getting in touch with the morning. But god i wish i was still warm.
12/16/08
The regular readers of my blog may have noticed something a little off the last few weeks. The few posts that I have managed to put up have been considerably shorter and what could only be described as a little off. I'm quite aware of the shift in my writing. I don't think the last two had a single curse word in them or any hint at violence. No, I'm not on any mood stabilizing miracle drug, I haven't started seeing a shrink who has suggested I cool it. The simple answer is my mom reads my blog.
"I've noticed your writing has gotten better. Your spelling has improved drastically, but fairy is spelled f-a-i-r-y not f-a-r-i-y. Write a less...umm... angry post and I'll let so and so know about it." hmmm busted. Actually this would only be a problem if my mom wasn't freaking awesome and cared about shit like that. It has effected my last few blogs. Little more hesitant to write about how f-ed up people are when you know your mother is going to be reading all those four letter words and mean remarks about how stupid your roommates can be. Love ya ma!
I got the, 'you know anybody can read what you post online' lecture and got reminded potential employers can read my blog. Honestly I hope a potential employer does read my blog and hires me. Yes anyone can read my blog, there isn't a password on it, and yes some of the things I say can be a little...rough?. If what I say gets anyone upset just remember I mean it all in great sincerity and honesty. If it hurts your feelings you probably need new ones anyways. I'm not writing the family's Christmas letter or a formal letter of business. It's a freaking blog.
"I've noticed your writing has gotten better. Your spelling has improved drastically, but fairy is spelled f-a-i-r-y not f-a-r-i-y. Write a less...umm... angry post and I'll let so and so know about it." hmmm busted. Actually this would only be a problem if my mom wasn't freaking awesome and cared about shit like that. It has effected my last few blogs. Little more hesitant to write about how f-ed up people are when you know your mother is going to be reading all those four letter words and mean remarks about how stupid your roommates can be. Love ya ma!
I got the, 'you know anybody can read what you post online' lecture and got reminded potential employers can read my blog. Honestly I hope a potential employer does read my blog and hires me. Yes anyone can read my blog, there isn't a password on it, and yes some of the things I say can be a little...rough?. If what I say gets anyone upset just remember I mean it all in great sincerity and honesty. If it hurts your feelings you probably need new ones anyways. I'm not writing the family's Christmas letter or a formal letter of business. It's a freaking blog.
12/9/08
I was reminded today why I'm thankful I can't have kids. People, woman specifically, seem to think it's OK to come up to babies and touch them, comment on them, and speak to them. Who do they think they are? "What a cute baby. Look at that hair. You got your daddy's eyes don't you?" Don't talk to my baby woman! And no, she does not have her father's eyes. While your at it keep your hands off my child. You probably haven't washed your hands all day.
I know kids need to be exposed to other people. They're like dogs that way. When they are little you need to get them out in public so they aren't afraid of people. Maybe it's just my possessive side coming out. Yeah if I had a kid I wouldn't tell people to step off. That's just a bad example for them, but you can be I'd be thinking it every time a old woman tried pinching my child's cheeks or started talking baby talk to my little one.
I know kids need to be exposed to other people. They're like dogs that way. When they are little you need to get them out in public so they aren't afraid of people. Maybe it's just my possessive side coming out. Yeah if I had a kid I wouldn't tell people to step off. That's just a bad example for them, but you can be I'd be thinking it every time a old woman tried pinching my child's cheeks or started talking baby talk to my little one.
Sitting outside in the freezing wind, drinking a Starbucks and noticed two doors down from the piping hot coffee store was a Marble Slab. You think the employees are at war with each other. They give each other evil looks when they leave for the night. "Coffees better!! Ice Cream rules!!" They plot expeditions into each others stores. You know if it came to an all out battle, throwing product at each other, the coffee folks would win out. Ice cream balls might hurt a bit but coffee cups hmmm....
12/1/08
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