So. There's this story on the news right now. They've discovered that women purchase more consumer electronics than men. So? The response to this? More 'women friendly' products are coming to the market.

Waitafookinminit.

Why do they need to be 'women friendly' if women are already buying more of them than men? Does that make FUCK sense? Or am I just overly annoyed at nothing?

I had to work, but it was a short day. And in that short day, I did about 6 hours of work in 3. Miraculously, I get off within minutes of my bus running, so I run like hell to catch it.

While crossing the street, my pants fell off. Like. All the way to my ankles, tightywhiteys showing to the lined up cars. Amid all the honking and laughter, I managed to gather my pants, my books, and my dignity and make it across the street. I have GOT to either buy some new pants or stop losing weight.

Then I got on the bus. Within a few stops (and I'm prone to carsick anyway), I was regretting last night's dinner...a liverwurst and onion sandwich on wheat with mayonaise and mustard. Yeah. Sounded good last night...did not taste so good on the multiple attempted round trips *sigh*.

So now I've had to call off my day...and I'm sitting here, wishing that something would exorcise the demons of a poorly chosen dinner.

CJ

Why do they call it 'smarting' when you've usually done a dumb to get it? I mean. How was I supposed to know you really DID need that handguard thing for the mandolin?

CJ

I'm being drug off to a movie against my will. This better not suck. Trust me. I'll report back if it does.

I love you anyway.

CJ

Thanks for the heads up from Blueshimmer on this one...

Seems the brainiacs in Boston are still on a bomb-scare binge.

Seems someone spotted a small green box chained to a traffic sign.

The bomb squad was brought in.

The street was closed.

There was general mayhem.

It was a traffic counting device.

Don't believe me? Look here.

*facepalm*

You know. The Center for Consumer Protection or We know better than you what you should eat is at it again.

You know. The ones who made sure everyone knew how bad Chinese food was for you. And Mexican. And practically anything else you might want to consume with any regularity.

Well guess what? Newsflash! Pasta made at restaurants is Bad For You. Fetuccini Alfredo is Evil Incarnate! The media should be alerted! The National Guard should be called out (except they can't be...they're all overseas)! Someone notify the Vatican, we might need exorcists!

Give me a great big break. I'm sorry. I'm not RICH enough to eat out with any regularity...so WHAT if a pasta meal has 2000 calories? If I'm worried about how many calories, I'll either ask for the Nutritional Info (required of restaurants, if I recall) or I'll eyeball it when it gets to the table, and eat some there and take the rest home.

You know...between the banned books, the movies I shouldn't watch, the food I shouldn't eat...I'm tired of being treated like I'm 7. Really. I am. I'm a grown adult. I'm painfully aware that cigarettes, drinking, breathing, eating, having sex, et al, are not good for me.

Let me make that decision...it's my body.

CJ

No kidding.

No shit.

Not that it's a dance worth doing or anything.

But the bozo who claims he invented the dance has gotten a copyright on the "electric slide" and claims that if you do it wrong and videotape it, it's a copyright infringment and that you have to take the video down immediately.

Seriously. Not shit at all. Now...who's with me when I say again that this whole intellectual copyright bullshit has gotten out of hand?

No? You still don't believe me. Try looking at the story here.

Now. Never you mind that the "electric slide" is frighteningly similar to a dance called 'The Madison' that was popular during the 50s. Oh no. Can't mention that, can we?

Feh. Seriously. Someone give me 25 minutes alone with this guy and a whiffle bat. Short of that, let's all point at laugh, because he's making a mockery of intellectual property copyright laws.

CJ

Fine. I get up at oh-dark-early becase I can't sleep anymore, and the blatted cat Man runs RIGHT between my feet as I go to take the garbage out...and there he is. OUT. Strutting around on the front porch, and running away from me the moment I get near. Damn cat!

I've also discovered that there are an inordinant number of strays in the neighborhood. Mostly because about 15 of them are out in my yard right now, to meet Man. Damn cat owners!

I finally got him to come back in about 10 minutes ago, but I am !happy about it :P

Man is GROUNDED!

CJ

So.

ExxonMobil just posted the largest profit in US history. They reaped a profit of approximately 4.5 million dollars an HOUR last year.

Huh. And 3.59 a gallon's 'necessary' to keep them in business.

It's a wonderful day for an auto-du-fea, don't you think?

CJ

I feel like a pair of underwear that's been worn past the point of no return. My waistband won't snap back like it should, there's a hole in my ass, and someone crapped and didn't wipe.

CJ

It's just one of those things.

I try not to rant about it.

I try not to talk about it.

I certainly try not to clog up the internet with my version of angst. God knows, there's enough angst and broodiness from the ten zillion teenagers on this place that they don't need MINE too.

But right now, I'm so close to just exploding and raining frustration and upset all over my household (small as that is), it's not even funny.

I just want to bury my head against DSO and bawl. Except that never seems QUITE possible.

We don't even have a comfy couch to do that on. We have a couch, it's just not condusive to cuddling together and bawling...because it's a futon. No arms to curl into, and support one's self with. It's stupid. I utterly loathe the thing, and I was the one that picked it out.

Gads, was I stupid.

Things need to change. I don't like this feeling of isolation, and I don't like all this frustration.

I get a lot of frustration at work. I get caught between the hammer and the anvil, between customers who want their medications and insurance companies that don't want to pay out. And because I have a human face and the insurance companies do not, customers think it's perfectly acceptable to rail at me, call me a liar, threaten my life, you name it. If you think working in a pharmacy is low stress, you're dead wrong.

I feel so frustrated right now. The one thing I WANT to be doing, I cannot. Because we're dependant upon a friend's computer network. Which is down. We can't seem to get one set up in our apartment, try as we might. We follow all the instructions we're given, and nothing seems to work, and when we say it's not working, people stare at us like we're insane for it not working.

Both of our cars are screwed up through no fault of ours, because someone else wrecked one into the other. I wasn't even driving. Insurance company refuses to pay out, because there's a whiff of an 'out', and they don't want to bother with us. Nevermind we pay them $2000 a year, and have for years. That's meaningless.

This is, of course, simply a rant. It's not even got a funny story. It just IS.

Like the horse. God. I'm so stressed out, angry, hurt, and frustrated and TIRED when I get home from work, I'm too tired to want to drive up to see the horse. And that's WRONG. It's wrong of me. I hate living in this fucking city.

And right now I'm ranting. It's not even being drunk (and I can't get drunk, because I have to be at work in 5 hours). Though I certainly wish I was. The constant ACHE of the stress of that place has ruined my temper, my personality, my ability to deal with DSO, everything. I can't even enjoy my hobbies right now. I'm too stressed out. The slightest thing goes wrong, and my temper goes through the ROOF, like a thwarted 3 year old. And I can't even seem to control THAT.

Part of it is the simple isolated feeling. I don't know how I can feel so bloody alone, but I do. And that's wrong too.

And I'm sitting here, listening to some stupid assed 'psychic detective' thing...about two lesbians who were murdered on a camping trip. Oh hell, people, this was on national TV for weeks when it happened, it's been on America's Most Wanted. And they're all running around, looking spooky, going, "Gasp! It's a hate crime!" Well fucking DUH. I don't know how psychic they are, because it was such a high profile case.

So at the moment, I'm fucking irritated at them.

And it's the middle of the night, so I can't very well whip out the sewing machine and work on the project I'm supposed to be working on, and that's a REAL problem.

Feh. I need help. I need a new job and that's frustrating too. I've been looking. Seriously LOOKING. I've applied to an average of 2 different jobs a DAY since the beinning of March. Three nibbles, one rejection, and one that's pending and keeping me on pins and needles. The problem is, I live too close to the schools pumping out pharmacy techs. I need to get at least 30-50 miles away, where pharmacy techs aren't thick as theives.

Anyway, on with my ranting. If I'm gonna do it, I might as well just SPEW and worry about the rest later. I was finally not tired and not unhappy enough to want to indulge in my oldest hobby (well, maybe second oldest) and get online and try some old fashion text based RP...and I can't even do that. And I seriously LOATHE the instant messenger things. They're just...inelegant, clumsy, and hard to work with. And that's causing me frustration and anger too, because now I'm mad at myself for not 'being able to perform.'

God, I'm fucked up. Just royally messed with in the head. I can't even tell what's my stress anymore, and what's just my neurotics.

And I wanna thump this whey-faced 'psychic' in the mouth. He's so bloody patheticly BAD, it's not funny.

Eh.

You know, there are just some days I think technology has ruined the human race. At least. Americans.

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Of course, I wonder if anyone ever actually reads these ramblings. Feel free to comment if you do. DSO, you don't count. Sorry.

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Okay, so. I work in a pharmacy, so I hear a lot of scary stories about people overdosing and abusing drugs, and this morning was no exception. Story about some guy back east that bit a fentanyl patch. Man oh man, that's stupid on top of stupid! Well, no offense, but you DESERVE to be dead before you can get to the ER. That's not accidentally taking too much. That's not being a bit overzealous taking your pain meds. That is out and OUT drug abuse...guess it weeds out the idiots a bit.

Then, at lunch, I read a story about a guy who was trying to coax his reluctant girlfriend to marry him. In a moment of divine insanity, he decides to leap out of a window naked, and run down the street to show her that taking risks was important. I'm not sure how this fed into showing her how important taking risks was...but he certainly got more attention than he expected when he startled some folks, and decided to hide in the bushes. Only then he was confronted by a gun toting moron who opened fire on his lame naked ass, running away. Dude with the gun was arrested for assault and having a concealed weapon. Dude running naked. Well. Running naked in Ann Arbor is probably NEVER a great idea.

So, here I am at dinner...and I see a story about a tragic severed head crash killing two people. Seems simple enough, right? Someone has a horrible crash, and someone loses their head over the matter. Oh no. It only gets WEIRDER. Some dude was driving erratically down a road in Idaho, and hit a mother with her children in the car. The mother and one child were slain instantly, and the severed head of the man's wife flew out of his pick up...seems the guy had killed his wife earlier today, and was driving around with her head like a good luck charm or something.

The world, it just seems a little fucked up today.

CJ

Practically every human being on the planet has at least two. Some of us have more than that. Mark Walburgh has 3. Lucky man.( Read more... )

With all the upheaval and change in my life in the last month (has it only been a month? Good gods...), you'd think I wouldn't want MORE upheaval, change, or complications.

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