My Two Cents

2006-03-20T16:07:00.000-08:00

I think it's safe to say, at *THIS* very moment,

I'M FUCKING ANGRY!!

Anjee's Joke of the Day

2006-02-26T21:33:00.000-08:00

Hung Chow calls work and says:
"Hey, boss I no come work today, I really sick. I got headache, stomach ache and my legs hurt, I no come work."
To which his boss repliess:
"You know Hung Chow, I really need you today. When I feel like that I go to my wife and tell her give me sex. That makes everything better and I go work.You try that."

Two hours later Hung Chow calls again:
"Boss, I do what you say and I feel great. I be at work soon."
"Oh yeah...you sure got nice house!

Anjee's joke of the day

2006-01-27T10:34:00.000-08:00

An ugly woman walks into a shop with her two kids.The shopkeeper asks "Are they twins"?The woman says "No, he's 9 and she's 7.Why? Do you think they look alike?""No", he replies "I just can't believe you got laid twice"!

*Rimsnot*

EDIT: upon posting this entry, I realized that I made a typo. RimsNot instead of RimsHot, however it made me giggle like a schoolgirl, so I am leaving it up for my own amusement.

NeenerNeener.

I'm a Man/Girl

2006-01-18T16:53:00.000-08:00

You Are 80% Boyish and 20% Girlish

You have a tough exterior - and usually a tough interior to match it.
You're no nonsense, logical, and very assertive.
Sometimes you can't understand women at all, even if you're a woman yourself.
You see things rationally, and don't like to let your emotions get the best of you.

How'>http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/">How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Chronicles of AnjelinaBoBina: The Illness, Some Witch and my Wardrobe

2006-01-12T19:42:00.000-08:00

Chapter One:

The Illness

Dear L. Ness,

I know that over the years we have had a bit of an on again/off again relationship. We never really hung out with any true committment. Somehow, we were just always good for a fling every few years. You'd show up for an impromptu visit, always bearing such wonderful gifts. Snot, sniffles, fever, chills, aches, nausea, cough etc. We'd pal around my bed and bathroom for a couple weeks, maybe have a few outings to the Doc's office, the Pharmacy, sometimes even the hospital and then part ways cordially. Occasionally you'd cart off a few pounds with you for keep sakes only to do it all again in a few year's time.
Now, I am not sure what has transpired in the years since we last hung out, but I do not recall ever re-evaluating the definition of our arrangement and deciding that it was time we had a more "committed" relationship. Don't get me wrong, Yuckies (you always liked it when I called you Yuckies, 'member?) I am not saying that what we have isn't special. It is. Sometimes your visits are a blessing after an overly bingeful Holiday season. And who doesn't enjoy a visit from L. Ness every couple winters, Huh? It gives me reason lie around on my sofa all day amidst a sea of wadded up snot rags watching marathons of Maury. However, I just don't feel as though things are heading in a direction I am really happy with. I feel like you're smothering me, Yuckies!! You have been here for close to TWO months! I had a bit of a life going but you keep running everyone and everything off. I can't even BREATHE! You are high maintenance and EXPENSIVE. I had to leave work because of you, and they wouldn't even let me come back until you were gone! I've been lying to everyone just to be able to make the money needed to try and move you out of here, but you aren't budging.
Okay, this is the deal, Mr. Ness.....I need you to leave. And the sooner the better. We can return to our previous arrangement of serious visits every few years as if none of this ever happened. But I cannot live under these conditions anymore. I need to breathe through my nose again!! I cant remember what it is like spend even just a few hours not coughing. My stomache is in a constant spasm from wretching and heaving. I dont want to have to involve the E.R. or Drs. again, so please don't make this any harder than it has to be. I will enlist the help of a broad spectrum antibiotic if necessary. I hope you don't let things progress to that point, Yuckies.
Please understand that this doesn't mean I never want to see you again. I know there is purpose to our relationship. Just know it's time that you go. You have overstayed your welcome. You need to see other people. Get out there, find a new healthy body to invade. You deserve that.
I have left your things by the door. Don't bother sticking around, even for tonight. It will only make things harder. Besides, I'm moving on. I have invited over some friends of mine that I haven't seen in quite some time. Promethazine will be here and he's bringing along codeine. I have asked cefuroxime over and you should know that oscillococcinum will be here as well. It won't be very comfortable for you around here anymore so you should just go now.
I will never forget the times we've shared, L. Ness. I will think back on all of them maybe even with a smile as time moves on. Absence makes the heart grow fonder they say. Let's try this "absence" thing for a bit.

Sincerely,
AnjelinaBoBina

Chapter Two:

Some Witch

It was a cold and blustery night, the wind whistled loudly outside. But inside, beneath ten pounds of covers, dressed comfortably in my flannel jammas I slept. Sound.

*Bddd-dd-ddddd-dd-d-ddddd-d-d-ddddd*

The phone vibrates my forehead. Half asleep, doped on medication I fumble around in the dark for the source of my annoyance.

Me: "mrghleFWELLO?!?!"
(insert ghetto twang)
StupidHeffa: "Who DIS?"
Me: "UuumWHA?"
StupidHeffa: "I saaaaaid WHO DIS?"
Me: "The person whose phone you called, who's THis?!" (Enunciating the 'TH' sound)
StupidHeffa: "You KNOW who dis is, don't play stupid, put Dontrell on da phone"
Me: "What?!?!?!?" "You've seriously got the wrong number"

*click*

*Bddd-dd-ddddd-dd-d-ddddd-d-d-ddddd*

Me: "Uhlo?"
StupidHeffa: "I KNOW you di'int just hang up da phone! Get Dontraaaaail!"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, forgive me for I assumed that when you heard the dialtone you would just "KNOW" (emphasizing the word 'know' as when you're making those quotation bunny ears) that I hung up. I do NOT know anyone by the name of Dontrell so don't call this number again looking for him. You should "KNOW" that I will be hanging up now"

*click*

(Repeat numerous times over the past several nights inserting appropriate ebonics and an increasingly aggitated Anjee.)

Chapter Three:

My Wardrobe

During the course of my sickness I had to do laundry. I have a ginormous machine so I just piled everything in there that was safe to wash together without obsessively seperating into a million mini piles. I was sick, I wanted to curl up in a ball on my bed a cry like a baby, I felt so bad...I had no ability to concern myself with whether or not blacks should mix with reds. I integrated. People have DIED for integration. There would be no segrated laundry that week, oh no. Not on *my* watch.

Sick or not, I had the good sense to know I wanted springtime fresh garments that smelled of morning dew. (Whatever the hell morning dew smells like) So I grabbed the bottle and freely poured it in, not even bothering to measure it in the bottlecap/measuring cup. Only, it wasn't fabric softener I poured into the washing machine that day.
It was bleach.

o.o

That's right, I said BLEACH.
Shut it!
I KNOW the bottles are shaped nothing alike, BUT I WAS SICK, DAMMIT!! REMEMBER?!?!?!?!

Sooo...I successfully destroyed the majority of my wardrobe, some towels and other assorted linens, ALL in one fell swoop.

Pure.
Freakin.
Genius.

All I could do was stare down into the machine as it happily twisted and turned my laundry until every piece was splotched and looked as though it had come down with vitiligo.

*sigh*

I never really liked clothes much anyway.

2006-01-12T19:28:00.000-08:00

2005-12-13T20:14:00.000-08:00

Adventitious Thoughts

2005-12-12T19:12:00.000-08:00

Stated in trinity

Random things I've misheard:
"I shove pennies up my ass"
"Never live in a monkey"
"Trolls hate dysentery"

Random things I said today:
"Agh! Your spittle burns my retinas!"
"Get off my koolaid bitch!"
"Are you wearing pink panties"

Random dumb things I was told today:
"Your arms look thinner" -Some dumbass I work with
"Your last names is the same as (insert two famous people with my last name) does that mean you're hot like them?" -Some contractor on the phone
"You cold?" (said to me as I sat at my desk wearing a jacket, hat and gloves with a fuzzy blankie wrapped round my legs) -Department genius

Random songs I heard today:
Cosmic Girl~ Jamiroquai
Strength beyond Strength~ Pantera
Mis Ojos~ Mana

Random numbers of significance:
7
32
86546761968743873.23

Random thoughts in my head:
All things Pharmacy
Pondering why I have one cold elbow
Funeral Director vs. Truck Driver

Random things on my desk:
Fake poo
Beer cap
My feet

Random realizations:
My hair hurts
I bought a fancy red dress for nothing
Fucking up takes practice, but I feel I'm well rehearsed

Random beverages I have consumed today:
water
beer
diet soda

Random colors around me:
green
black
some "dusty rose" shyte

Random things that urk me:
All things emo
AsShAtZ oN t3h InTaRwEb!!!!!!!111oneonetwo
Benny Hinn

Random Self Discoveries:
I want to be the peas to somebody's carrots
Failure is unacceptable
A polka dot in a private place

Random thoughts on Random:
Random is vague and vague is sometimes good
It is a six letter word ending in 'M' and beginning with 'R'
I have now typed 'Random' more than fifteen times in this entry

Hello Jerk

Three....Oh it's the magic number

2005-12-12T16:57:00.000-08:00

Death is no bueno.
Death of brand new babies is MUY no bueno.
It is pretty safe to say that death of a brand new baby while in your care might just be the worst.

I really started this whole blog thing to voice my frustrations and rant on whatever crossed my mind. There was a time when I would just do it in email form and everyone in my address book was then subjected to paragraph upon paragraph of the hooie that rattles about my brain from time to time. Even though no one complained and some even found it quite entertaining, I figured this was a little more sensible.

For the past few months or so, I have really sorta neglected it. There was something far more entertaining taking my focus away from those little irritabilities. I prefer his company to just about anything.
But maybe venting, even if for comic relief, can be a good thing. I dont know. I would like to say something.
But I find myself terribly numb.

I titled this with the first thing that popped into my mind. Oddly enough, it makes sense to me.
Or wait...maybe it doesnt.

Three.

I got your 'Thanks'

2005-11-24T20:07:00.000-08:00

At this time of year, everyone likes to list out all the things they are thankful for and it generally winds up being the standard, prosaic responses. "I am thankful for my family" "I am thankful for my friends" "I am thankful for my health" Blaaaaaaaah.
Whatever.
Sure, I'm thankful for my friends, family and health as well, but I do my best to express these sentiments on any given day and generally use my Thanksgiving 'thankful' thoughts to be about the more simple things that get over looked.
I had planned on listing out some of the things, from the year past, that I am thankful for. The little things. However, I have since decided that I will narrow it down to one.

I am thankful that I was able to stay at home in my jammas alone with my pooch. I am thankful for the five healthy babies that she produced today shortly after halftime of the Denver game. Mama and babies are healthy and beautiful.

I sleep tonight, thankful, for all my furry blessings.

Cause I can

2005-11-21T11:19:00.000-08:00

You scored as Special Ops.
Special ops:
Your sneaky, tactful, and a loner. You prefer to do your jobs alone, working where you don't come into contact with people. But everyonce in a while you hit it big and are noticed and given fame. Your given the more sensitive problems. You get things done, and do what has to be done.
"VULCAN NECK PINCH!!!""owww.......(slump)"

Special Ops 88%
Officer 81%
Combat Infantry 81%
Engineer 75%
Medic 69%
Support Gunner 69%
Artillery 25%
Civilian 0%

Tiger Stripes and Horseshoes

2005-11-20T19:22:00.000-08:00

My guys are still on top!!

I will save the neener-neeners and 'in-your-face' banter for the emails, R.
But I do believe you owe me now for TWO games, don't you?

*snickers*

I hope my slip isn't showing

2005-11-20T14:05:00.000-08:00

Chunks

2005-11-20T06:49:00.000-08:00

Anjee's joke of the day

Three hungover guys are hanging out swapping 'drunk' stories about the party from the night before.
First guy says: ''Man I was so drunk last night I went home and blew chunks.''
Second guy says: ''That's nothing...I was so drunk last night I got pulled over, a DUI and spent the night in jail.''
Third guy says: "I got you both beat. I was so drunk last night on the way home I picked up a prostitute and my wife caught us in bed.''
The first guy, looking rather glum says: ''No, I dont think you guys understand..... "

"Chunks is my dog"

:D

"We interrupt this blog for the latest in Anjee related news....."

2005-11-18T17:09:00.000-08:00

News on Bean: Pando is big as a house. Last night I felt the puppies move and it was CREEPY. She's bound to burst sometime in the coming week. She has taken to laying beneath my bed again and I have had to curb that habit REAL quick as I dont want her squeezin out pups 'neath my bed. I tried the hands-waving-beside-the-face test a' la PVPeeved. And I am happy to report that she just looked at me like I was a complete and utter retard before giving me that fairly quiet get-the-hell-outta-my-face growl. I love my dog.

News on Work: It's still whoopin me backside. BUT the sausage-fingered sup pulled me aside to tell me of the new position they are creating for me, how it will mean that I still get to do ALL the wonderful things I was doing before, PLUS many other things AND how I will now have the entire company on my arse for running the things I will be running explaining that all liability, compliance and contractor relations will be on my head. Isnt that lovely? I will also have the new title of 'Regional Manager something of whozit whatnot' as well as my own little 'assistant something or others'. I asked if I get to pick my something or others, he said yes. I told him I want midgets. We shall see where that goes. The upside to this stress load is that I will NOW be able to finally do the traveling etc and get a sizable raise. Like well in the five figures. Um. Yay. More money makes Anjee a happy, happy girl. I have also started painting cars again part time in the evenings and on the weekends.

News on the Ankle: I still havent been to the Ortho. It's still swollen some, aches and every once in awhile makes weird noises. But I think in spite of my best efforts, it is healing nicely.

News on the Personal side: I am really, really in like with the someone I have been spending much time with. Perhaps he is to blame for my lack of commitment to this blog. It was never meant for personal entries such as these, but rather just for a sounding board. A way for me to unload the many screwy things that float about my brain.

News on the Irony: Someone steals my truck. I get it back (minus some stuff IE: stereo, speakers, etc). I sell it. Both of my cars break!! >_<

The insanity continues

2005-11-16T10:54:00.000-08:00

Yes.
That's right.
I am not entirely certain that I am fully over the wrong doings of my dream on Saturday night.

o_O

Saaaaaay......

2005-11-14T20:22:00.000-08:00

How come when I blow in my dog's face she gets all weirded out but if she rides in the car with me she inevitably wants to shove her face out the window??

o_O

My insanity

2005-11-13T21:44:00.000-08:00

Have you ever had a dream where a real life person pissed you off so you spent the entire next day mad at them for what they did in your dream??

Or is that just me?

Anjee's Joke of the day...

2005-11-12T08:38:00.000-08:00

A pirate walks into the bar with a peg leg, a parrot on his shoulder, and a steering wheel on his pants.
The bartender says, "Hey, you''ve got a steering wheel on your pants."
The pirate says......

"Arrrr, I know. It''s driving me nuts."

*Rimshot*

:^D

American 'doody'

2005-11-11T21:57:00.000-08:00

God Bless our Vets

I love my country, and I have the utmost respect and gratitude for the men and women that have served this great nation in order to make it a better place. Now I'm not real politically saavy and therefore am not attempting to open myself to debate on the how's or why's of this war we are in, who is at fault and whether or not it is right or wrong. To me, it IS and always has been a moot point. The fact of the matter is that we have troops on foreign soil giving their lives for a belief in something greater than them and it is my duty as an American to support these men and women. At all times. Period. No questions.
What the hell has happened to us as a Nation? It's a crying shame when the media, is allowed to twist their stories to highlight what they suggest is an 'injustice' on the part of our military then come back and claim "we support our troops". I wish I could still believe that the American people are smarter than that. But it seems that we have sunk to a new low. Our troops do not deserve to be slandered like this. and on a day like today, I refuse to allow those around me to forget what each and everyone of these courageous people have done and continue to do. I repudiate the notion that soldiers who have died in the midst of this war, or any other for that matter, have died for an 'unjust cause'. These soldiers gave their life for the love of their country, and have done so willingly only to ensure that this generation and the next needn't worry of facing some brazen, U.N.-backed dictator weilding nuclear weapons ten years from now. There are no words to express my feelings for what these men and women do everyday. I am proud to be an American, and I am proud *because* of them. Our soldiers will return eventually , but in the meantime, if people really want to support our troops they could start by living a little patriotism and believing in them. Showing some gratitude for the fact that these soldiers accept that you and I and the idea of this nation are worth dying for. I thank them for all that they have accomplished, and everything they have yet to.

What follows is a wonderful and well written article that pretty much sums up alot of what I believe about the present state of this war, the American people and political agenda dictating combat far better than I ever could.

NEW YORK — A bit over 36 years ago, I attended a formal dinner in Houston for an extraordinary collection of celebrated heroes, hundreds of recipients of the Medal of Honor. My tablemates included “Commando” Kelly, the first Medal of Honor recipient of World War II in the European Theater; “Pappy” Boyington, Marine fighter ace; and Eddie Rickenbacker, air hero of the First World War. Also in attendance was Bill Seach, who received the Medal of Honor for fighting his way into the citadel of Beijing during the Boxer Rebellion 1900. At the time, there were about 450 living recipients of the Medal of Honor. Today, there are only 118, most of whom are in the winter of their lives. Statistically, there will be half that number in five years, and none in fifteen years. Since the end of the war in Vietnam, there have been only three awards of the Medal, all posthumously.

Changing world

The world has changed, and with it has changed the nature of military service. The surviving veterans of the Second World War are the remnants of a legion of nearly 20 million comrades. Almost one of every six U.S. citizens was under arms during WWII, and it was difficult to encounter a household that didn’t have a member in the Service. Today, with about 1.6 million men and women serving, only one citizen in 175 is in a military uniform. Unlike the America of the 1940s, our country today is in the uneasy circumstance of being defended by a tiny number of young people. Very few of us know soldiers … and far fewer still are soldiers.We have been attacked at home, we are at war, and we honor this Veterans’ Day the magnificent patriots who serve us on many dangerous fields abroad.

Generational disconnect

And yet, while we honor our troops, those who served 60 years ago find it difficult to understand fully the modern American way of war. My father served in the South Pacific, in New Guinea and the Philippines, during the Second World War. He and his generation find the current use of the military instrument of power to be a confusing enterprise.The war against the Axis had as its objective a simple and very specific objective: unconditional surrender. We vowed that enemy nations would resist only in the certainty that they would be destroyed utterly. There was only one of two fates, surrender or death, and all strategies and tactics were devised to achieve our enemies’ complete subjugation. In the 60 years since we won the war, none of our major conflicts has been fought to achieve such a simple objective, and in no case has there been an unlimited use of military power. Among older veterans, this causes a peculiar form of dissonance. Military forces are for destroying the enemy, and if we are not meant to unleash overwhelming military force to achieve our objectives, what is the point of using force at all? These old vets see little approbation in the observation that the military is a blunt instrument, and they chafe when they perceive that the use of our troops is hamstrung by sophisticated and changing rules or directed to achieve goals that are only vaguely defined. To many veterans, the nuanced vagaries of modern international politics, and the attendant ambivalence with which military force is regarded by national leaders, are convoluted, frustrating, even painful. And yet we understand that we have been wildly fortunate to produce, generation after generation of young people who defend us valiantly, with little recompense, shifting guidance, and no recognition — save on a single day in November.

**Jack Jacobs is an MSNBC military analyst. He is a retired U.S. Army Colonel. He earned the Medal of Honor for exceptional heroism on the battlefields of Vietnam and also holds three Bronze Stars and two Silver Stars.

Oh for the love of gravy......

2005-11-09T18:54:00.000-08:00

my blog is being screwey!!

2005-11-09T18:43:00.000-08:00

Tonight I met a 'Richard'

2005-11-06T20:18:00.000-08:00

Or "You lost your Pooch? Can I pet your Pussy?"

So, my dog has been missing since approximately 6:30-7-ish Friday morning and tonight I was handing out and posting more fliers. I got three people that said they spotted her right around the park a block away. How I missed her in my searches, I dont know. Anyway, Bean is not the reason for this post, big-dick-on-wheels is. Now look, I'm not at all ego nor do I become all 'put upon' when a guy looks at me but I have to say, sometimes it just fucking IRRITATES me when I have something serious to fucking say and the response I get is the heat stare at my boobs and "Yeah, um hey....you gotta man?".

I noticed some guy staring at me while he peddled past my car as I was shifting gears to pull out of the spot where I was hanging a flier. But I moved on and so did he. Only to turn around and meet me two blocks down as I was hanging another flier.

Dick: 'Yeah, I noticed you back there. You okay?'
Anjee: 'Yes, Sir, I'm just fine, thank you. I'm just going around hanging fliers in an attempt to find my missing dog'

*Hands Dick a flier*

Dick: 'Oooh, you found a dog? You live around here?'
Anjee: 'No, I didnt find a dog, Sir, I LOST my dog. Friday morning. From the back yard...........See?'

*Points to where it states everything I just said on my flier as I lift it towards his eyes that are burning holes through my tatas*

Dick: 'Yeah, you lost your dog...that's a shame." *looking me up and down*
"You married"

Anjee: "Yes, Sir. Happily. For ten years."

(I know I won't go to hell for that lie. JC's down with my plight, yo)

Dick: 'Ten years?!' Daaaaamn, you don't look but 18 or something!'
Anjee: 'Yeah, thanks. You seen my dog?'
Dick: 'That your number there at the bottom?'
Anjee: 'My husband's cell.'
Dick: 'So how come your husband ain't out here with you?'
Anjee: 'He teaches Tae Kwon Do on Sunday nights'
Dick: 'This late?'
Anjee: 'Oh yes, he's fifth degree blackbelt so people hire him for private lessons.'

Here's where he got all smooth. Take note men:

(AND I QUOTE)

Dick: 'Well I'm fifth degree blackbelt too. In treatin da ladies RIGHT!'

SCREEEEEECH!

To which I replied:

"Are you fucking SERIOUS?!? You mean to tell me that I spent about fifteen minutes being NICE to you as you followed me around asking STUPID ASSININE questions and in that time all you could come up with was THAT?!?! You gotta be fucking KIDDING ME! You should move along now and DON'T call that number unless you've found my dog and DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT KICKING HER OR SOME OTHER SCREWED UP SHIT or I'll rip your nuts off and shove em down your throat!!"

or something to that effect.

I seriously wanted to knock that man off his bike and beat him with it. He seriously PISSED ME OFF!! I was seeing red. God, I really have problems with my anger.

Maybe it's just the stress of missing my dog. Yeah, that's it. Stress.

Now is there really such a thing as a fifth degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do, or did I just make that up?

Slightly HomoSOXual

2005-10-28T14:50:00.000-07:00

There's no KISSING in BASEBALL!!!!

What the hell is happening to "America's Favorite Pasttime"? Just another reason to add to my list of why I think baseballs SUCKS!

>_<

You're stupid, Baseball.......really, really stoopit.

Confucius say...

2005-10-27T20:57:00.000-07:00

Man who go to bed with hard problem wake up with solution in hand.

Here's some more CRAP!

2005-10-26T00:04:00.000-07:00

Since I cant seem to post anything of substance.

Proceed:

A - Age: 30
B - Band listening to right now: Mindless Self Indulgence
C - Career in future: The Dopeman
D - Dad's name: Phillip. I think.
E - Easiest person to talk to: Myself. Outloud.
F - Favourite song at the moment: For sake of ease, the one Im listening to. Bring the Pain- MSI
G- Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Worms, of course. They're better for the sucking.
I - Instruments: Cowbell. Dammit!! We need more cowbell!
J - Job title: My Sup's bitch
K - Kids: Are sometimes shorter than me.
L - Longest car ride ever: Indiana -----> Arizona. Made longer by riding in teh backseat with my Brother.
M - Mum's name: Irma
N - Number of siblings: 7. By full blood, 0.
O - Oldest sibling: Brother
P - Phobia[s]: Close spaces, I suppose.
Q - Quote you like: The eagle may soar, but the weasel never gets sucked into a jet engine.
R - Reason to smile: Any.
S - Song you sang last: Outloud and been caught? The theme song from Greatest American Hero. At work. Yeah, I'm a rock star. Bitches betta RECK-UH-NIZE!
T - Time you wake up: Depends on if I actually sleep or not. If I dont, then no need to wake.
U - Unknown fact about me: My right boob is slightly larger than my left. Okay, so maybe its not so 'unknown'.
V - Vegetable you hate: One doesnt come to mind. I happen to like my veggies very much, thank you.
W - Worst habit: Not thinking before I speak
X - X-rays you've had: Foot, ankle, toes, arms, head, abdomen etc.
Y - Yummy food: Anything that enters my mouth....or else I won't eat it otherwise.
Z - Zodiac sign: Libra

[Current Clothes] panties and a wife beater
[Current Hair] piled on top of my head with an ink pen taken from my desk
[Current Annoyance] My Father's smoking habit
[Current Smell] My Father's smoking habit
[Current thing I ought to be doing] sleeping
[Current Desktop Picture] Jack-o-lantern pumpkin painted on a fat man's butt. I'm friggen festive
[Current Favorite Artist] Ursula
[Current Favorite Band] Current as in what's playing? MSI
[Current Book you're reading] I'm not :(
[Current CD in CD Player] JEEMANY CRIKEY!! MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE!!!
[Current Refreshment] High quality H20
[Current Worry] That I will be asked another 'current music' question

Last thing/person:

[You Touched] Myself
[You Talked to] J
[You Hugged] Bean
[You Instant messaged] JD
[You Yelled At] Don't member

Favourite:

[Food] Currently, the homemade potato soup I made.
[Drink] Naked
[Colour] Green
[Shoes] The Mary Janes that were just eaten by a certain little Beagle that shall remain nameless
[Animal] all
[Movie] Wizard of Oz
[Vegetable] Today I say peas
[Fruit] Watermelon or peaches
[Cartoon] Brak

WHO DO YOU WANT TO...

[Kill] Let's change that to [PUNCH REPEATEDLY IN THE FACE]: David Carusso. He bugs me like no other.
[Slap] anyone who can be classified as "Ghetto Fabulous" or "Emo"
[Get Real Wasted With] meh
[Get High With] Nobody
[Look Like] me
[Talk To Offline] The important ones. They know who they are
[Talk To Online] whomever can hold a conversation and keep my interest. That number is low.
Very. Low.

Independant Anj and the plight of the crippled

2005-10-08T09:58:00.000-07:00

Why does everyone wear those damn ear buds when talking on their cell phones now? EXCEPT, of course for the morons on the road.
I think its ostentatious, obnoxious, lazy and makes you look like an asshole. Does it REALLY take THAT much effort to hold the damn phone? Or better still, call someone back? If your hands are too busy to grasp a phone, dont you think whatever it is that they are doing might possibly require your full and undivided attention?

I stopped making notice of people that appear to be talking to themselves long ago. I just assume they are all talking on their earbuds and go on my merry way, without thought. That is, until today.....

Today I had a multitude of errands to run and some time to actually DO them. So I set about 'handlin' ma bidnasssss'. However running errands is made ever-more-interesting when attempted with one leg.
I swear.
Seriously.
You should try it.

First stop? The bank.
This is what I have ascertained, thus far:

Number One:
Short chicks driving big trucks with casts up to their knees, reaching through an open door for the little tube-y thing-ama-poop and deposit slips? Comical AS WELL AS irritating to the people behind you.
All the more reason to take your time, I say.
Next stop? Sprint. To pay my phone.

Number Tahoo:
EMTs are jackasses that will let a door slam onto your casted leg while they enter a Sprint store. Thats right. All of them. Each and everyone of them. Assholes. How do I know? Because I ran across two today that did this very thing. Therefore, it MUST apply to the masses. Of this I am certain.
Third stop? Second bank to deposit the monies from the first bank trip into a different account.
And for the smartass thinking I'm retarded for even doing all this in the first place. Yeah, I know about online banking dillweed, but I am having problems with my account and THUS the reason I walked INSIDE the second bank.
- walked
+ hobbled.

Which of course brings me to the reason for this little gem of a rant:

"ACKNOWLEDGE PEOPLE WHEN THEY SPEAK TO YOU!! ...Bitch."

o_o

Oooooh, he ISNT wearing an earbud.

Let's back it up some, shall we??

This is how it went...
Im hobbling along on my crutches and quite painfully, I might add. Handlin ma bidness when all of a sudden I realize there is some whack job walking beside me mumbling something-or-other, ever so loudly. I ignore it and hobble up to the door where I proceed to do the clumsy "open-the-door-stick-one-crutch-in-while-hobbling-on-the-other" dance. I make it THROUGH the door and THAT is when it happened.....

"ACKNOWLEDGE PEOPLE WHEN THEY SPEAK TO YOU!! ...Bitch."

Apparently all that mumbling was actually directed at ME and the guy was supposedly trying to get my attention to let me know that he had foot surgery and was understanding of my plight as a newly crippled person and wanted to be a kind soul and hold the door open for me.

oops.

Instead I ignored EVERYTHING he said (because I THOUGHT he was on his damn phone) and hobbled right past to get the door for myself. So....I did the only thing one could do in this situation.
I blinked quietly in his general direction as he explained and when he turned around to storm off and I came to the realization of what had just happened.....

I stuck my tongue out at the back of his head.

Thats right.

Cause thats how I roll.

>_<

*flexes*

Anjee's Personal Lesson of the Day

2005-10-03T01:31:00.000-07:00

Two Somas, though they taste like butt when melted in the mouth, can take an angry agressive Anjee and make her all calm and peaceful right before knocking me the HELL out.

I just woke from a few hour nap.
Wow.

NUMERO TRES

2005-09-24T11:51:00.000-07:00

I really suck at this

76) I live with regret.
77) I'm pretty impressed that I know Thursday was the first day of Fall.
78) I know that because I read it on my calendar.
79) I think I should laugh today, and I know I will, because that is what I do. But right now....I really don't feel like it.
80) I'm independant to a fault.
81) I sometimes tend to overthink.
82) My plans were to go to NOLA for my birthday.
83) Stupid Katrina! Stupid Rita! >_<
84) I have a really really good friend named Melissa and we have a much better relationship than my Sister and I. I miss her.
85) I having been spending a good amount of time with someone whose company I really enjoy. Eveything about that situation scares me.
86) I should really be doing my laundry. Or anything else productive for that matter.
87) I once dated a man (for awhile) that I later found out had a wife in TX. He was a comedian and traveled to TX regularly. I was informed of his marriage by his wife over the phone. She and I became 'friends' and she asked me to move in with her. The whole situation was really complex and weird.
88) I often have the weirdest situations and happenstances occur in my life.
89) My eyes are allergic, chubby and itchy today.
90) My best good little Buddy wants to come pick me up and take me somewhere for my birthday. I feel obligated, but truth be told I dont want to.
91) One of my Fathers owe me money.
92) I dont think this was supposed to be secrets but I feel as though I shared too much, however I wont be erasing them or starting over because the thought of having to come up with more random crap to say scares me more than strangers reading my secrets on a computer screen.
93) I love and highly recommend the movie "Bad Taste".
94) I recently had to deal with a contractor named Dick Moisant and everytime he answered his phone "This is Dick Moisant" it made me giggle.
95) Apparently, my sense of humor is equivalent to that of a nine year old boy.
96) I want to shower....but I only have four more to go.
97) I used to have a recurring nightmare and I would always wake up in the same spot. I havent had it in years though. Could be because I am a bit of an insomniac.
98) I once saw someone get smashed in the face with the bottom of one of those old heavy black rotary desktop phones.
99) It was my Mother.
100) I have never been so happy to type the number one hundred.

How was that for random? I have no idea where half that crap came from. I was supposed to use this merely for my rants and two cents. Well, I guess I mucked that up.

101) I'm going to shower now.

PART DEAUX

2005-09-24T05:58:00.000-07:00

A hundred blah blahs continued.

51) I still like to color in coloring books.
52) I cannot decide if I am tired, but I still have not been to sleep.
53) I love The Stooges, Little Rascals, Wizard of Oz and Kung Fu.
54) I sneeze when I get really, really turned on.
55) Trying hard not to do the above can really pull you out of the moment, but sneezing repeatedly while atttempting to 'get busy' can make for an awkward situation indeed.
56) I miss my Brother, but he comes home soon.
57) Muppets in Space makes me laugh repeatedly, no matter how many times I watch it.
58) I prefer small town to big city living.
59) I think bowling would be fun.
60) My best good buddy is a gay guy.
61) At eight I told my Father that I would never get married. Apparently I meant what I said, because I have kept my word.
62) I had two brother kitties about ten years ago, all fuzzy white with grey splotches that I named Biscuits and Butters. I think of them everytime I watch South Park.
63) I'm not scared of bugs or snakes or mice.
64) I need to mop my floors.
65) People tell me quite often that I am anal and obsessive compulsive.
66) I think those people are stupid heads.
67) I used to shoot hookers with BBs.
68) I wish I still had a BB gun.
69) I know how to crochet, but I cannot knit.
70) I have neautered multiple dogs, but never participated in a spay.
71) I enjoy sucking jello through my teeth until it returns to liquid.
72) Salt on watermelon is GOOD.
73) My grass is dying as I type these out.
74) I still want to do that little 'arm pull-y' motion to semis as they pass by.
75) I think I will lay my head before completing the last 25.

INSPIRED BY THE ONE AND ONLY JERK

2005-09-24T01:59:00.000-07:00

My hundred blah-blahs

*ahem*

1) I moved and do not have internet service at my house.
2) Today I told my big Itallian supervisor that he had fat sausage fingers and that was the reason for his inept typing.
3) I rescued a dog from the middle of the street and brought her home with me to take care of her and love and her treat her like she should be treated.
4) That damn dog ate my house.
5) I no longer have said dog.
6) I'm mental.
7) I think frogs are cute.
9) The first time I wore glasses, I fell off the porch. They messed up my depth perception and I missed the step.
10) My toes are short and stumpy.
11) I like the smell of blood. I think it smells kinda like pennies. However, I dont really enjoy the smell of pennies.
12) I have three Dads.
13) I also have a crapload of siblings, however I am my biological Dad's only child.
14) Well, my biological Dad semi-recently told me that he was not my Father, so maybe 13 is only half true.
15) I will be one year older sometime in the morning tomorrow.
16) Someone had to remind me that tomorrow was my birthday.
17) I believe that I am over worked and underpaid.
18) My feet hurt.
19) I have gotten rather portly. Most often I dont care, but every once in awhile I want to shave off my belly with a dull machete. See: 6.
20) I only have one sister. Ten years younger, the baby in the family. She is pregnant and I do not currently speak to her.
21) When I was 21 I worked at a bar. I met the owner on my third night there and he informed me that my skirt was not short enough.
22) I was later removed from the schedule because I refused to wear lingerie during the month of February for their new "Lingerie Lunches".
23) I HATE skirts and dresses of all kinds, but I guess I hated the thought of serving drinks in lingerie to drunk men that already tried to put their hands up my skirt even more.
24) In desperate need of a job, I was one of the first round of waitresses at the newly built Hooters in town.
25) I have NEVER told anyone about 24 because it is quite possibly the lamest thing I have ever done.
26) I lasted two weeks at Hooters then began bartending at BW3's.
27) They have good wings at BW3's.
28) I kissed my first boy because he pelted me with oranges. Again, See: 6.
29) I dont kiss girls.
30) I'm beginning to think that I do not have one hundred blah-blahs in me. But I cannot let Jerk down!! >_<
31) I think the words "monkey", "lolligagging", "Tom Foolery" and "shenanigans" are fun to say.
32) Boston accents give me happy pants.
33) I <3 Boston!!
34) I am a beauty school drop out.
35) I went to cosmotology school because it was what my Grandmother wanted and I happened to be good at it.
36) I quit because I hate that girly crap.
37) My truck was stolen a couple of weeks ago. I'm certain I will never see it again.
38) That was the third vehicle I have had stolen.
39) It makes me angry when people steal my stuff.
40) I sometimes have anger issues.
41) I tell people I'm five feet tall, but really I'm not.
42) I work in a cube.
43) Midgets make me giddy.
44) I was once asked out by a midget.
45) I think I am supposed to call them "little people", but that's stupid.
46) I have never danced witht he devil int he pale moonlight.
47) There are no white castles in the state in which I reside.
48) I dont really like seafood much.
49) My head is lumpy.
50) I think this will be a two part post.

o_o

Pandora

2005-08-11T20:22:00.000-07:00

Cracker eating Bean or Bean's eating Crackers

My Beanie likes crackers. You know the blobby ones that are supposed to be shaped like animals but end up looking more like Rorshach splotches? Those. She LOVES them. Dances around all happy-like when she sees me pull them out. She knows they are only for her. AND, heres the kicker, she actually takes her time and CHEWS them. Like she is savoring every crumb. Its the cutest thing. However, I taught her how to "speak" for food. Because the pooch literally didnt know she could.

No bueno.

Because now she "speaks" at me if she wants one. I was hoping that it would serve to teach her how to speak when she wants other things. Like to go out, or when weirdos come by, if there's a fire or if Timmy is trapped in the well. So far, my Bean is still retarded.

But I hold out hope.

o_o

Balls in your face

2005-08-03T05:40:00.000-07:00

Football season is approaching, though not fast enough. Bud Selig you can take your little bat toting, 'roid shootin bunch of record setting cry baby cheaters and quietly get your fucking season over with because I no longer care!

>_<

I have a dear friend from Wisconsin that is the worlds biggest Packers fan so I get to keep abreast (Tee-Hee-Hee I said 'abreast') of the haps on the cheeseheads, because I SWEAR he's the foremost authority on random Packers trivia and tidbits.
So....he relays some story about Brett Favre making a little kid cry. Practice time, Favre sees a kid watching from behind a fence, throws the ball in that direction, hits the fence were the kid was standing and the kid gets startled and starts to bawl. Favre sees this and autographs a football, drops it over the fence to the kid's Mom who catches it and hands it to to her whiney little brat. God love Farve for trying to drill little kids in the face!!

All this only serves to remind me of the many reasons this time of year gets me all giddy inside.

And why I love football so much I just want to passionately fuck it in the face!!

>_<

Farve, Brady, MANNING....you all can slam your balls in my face anytime!!

And I SWEAR...

I.
wont.
cry.

Hippos wearing pearls

2005-06-14T08:17:00.000-07:00

jrpsue says:

why r u so good at cutting and stylin hair and putting together looks but you hate it never went to school for it and you never dress up or do yourself all feminine?
Drug Geek in Training says:
I dunno, maybe I swallowed a homo
jrpsue says:
rofl
Drug Geek in Training says:
Either way, attaching and afixing girlie stuff on me would be the equivalent of strapping pearls on a hippo. Its awkward and it dont belong. Just another one of those paradoxical things about Anjee that never makes sense.

jrpsue says:
i think you are bootiful
Drug Geek in Training says:
Ok, what the hell! Is she done yet?? Let her know its playoff season and I got things to do.
jrpsue says:
yeh, i just wanted to talk to ou so i could thank you
Drug Geek in Training says:
You're welcome.
Drug Geek in Training says:
Now tell her to hurry. >.<

M.A.D.D, S.A.D.D and their stupid ass lobbying can SUCK MY WANG!!

2005-06-04T07:57:00.000-07:00

If Diana Ross can come to this state, be arrested for extreme DUI and not even be required to make an appearance in court on her own behalf, then your Mandatory Sentencing is SHIT!!!
(Below is the cleaned up version that may be going to the paper. Im rather partial to the original myself, but I was advised that it might be wise to clean it up some. Pfft! Whatever.)

Driving while under the influence is bad. I understand that. I agree with it wholeheartedly and I accept that we need stiffer punishment for those that endanger and sometimes take away the lives of innocents. But creating an across the board punishment requiring minimum prison terms while pedophiles, rapists and sometimes murderers roam free not only eats away at my tax paying dollars in a manner that doesn’t please me, IT IRRITATES ME TO NO END!!! Where is the balance in this, I ask you? When did someone making a poor choice after a party that doesn’t result in bodily injury to ANYONE become worse than the guy down the street that willfully molested 17 kids?
I got to see my baby Brother standing up for the first time in more than a month on Wednesday morning. Standing before a judge awaiting sentencing. In the past month, the only way I could see him was from across the table he was shackled to. My Brother is not a criminal. On the contrary, he is one of the best people I will probably ever know. He made a mistake, I understand that, But people such as my Brother, people without criminal records, with a history of service to their community that make mistakes should not be treated as such. Hardened jail time does nothing but ruin lives in those that deserve a second chance. What about rehabilitation? Sex offenders can’t be rehabilitated. People that make the mistake of getting behind the wheel after a few drinks, sometimes CAN.

Ah, the great state of Arizona.

You can carry a loaded weapon and shoot at your girlfriend and your kids without consequence, but you cant get behind the wheel after a few drinks without giving up thousands of dollars and quite possibly years of your life.
The scales just seem to be tipped a little in the wrong direction if you ask me.
I am not saying that drunk driving should go without punishment, but that it should definitely be taken on a case-by-case basis. Other options besides just hardened prison terms should be available. I don’t feel that my Brother shouldn’t suffer consequences for the mistake that he made, truth be told, I know he should. But telling me that my Brother is to serve out a prison term for a mistake that harmed no one while I hit nothing but walls and snide remarks for trying to prosecute rape, assault and possible attempted murder charges is something I just cant wrap my mind around. Where is Mothers Against Rape and Molestation? Where is Students Against Violent Attack? Where are the people to lobby for the justices of those that cannot fight for themselves? I am sorry that anyone has ever had to lose a loved one to a drunk driving fatality. My heart sincerely goes out to them. But everything about this is WRONG. First time offenders of a crime in which no one was harmed either physically or monetarily should not be lumped in with habitual criminals and predators and put into the penal system. It just isn’t right. It solves nothing and it can ruin lives too. I want my money going towards the wastes that harm kids, murder, rape, assault and willfully and consciously prey upon the public. I understand the concept of ‘zero tolerance’ I am for zero tolerance on most things. What I am not for is across-the-board, mandatory, indiscriminate punishment for crimes of varying degree. It is an injustice. Zero tolerance isn’t supposed to mean mandatory sentencing. Arizona has one of the harshest mandatory-minimum sentencing penal codes in the nation. I get it. I understand that there is a lot that could POSSIBLY happen when someone willfully gets behind the wheel after drinking. However, sentencing should never be based on the “what ifs” of a situation but rather the circumstances involved. Consequences should always be handed out for what DID happened, not what COULD have happened, taking into account all relevant facts.
I spent hours constructing a letter to the judge on behalf of my Brother. A letter I was never allowed to read. It broke my heart to know that if nothing else, my Brother never got to hear me speak the words I wrote on his behalf. That the Judge would never know my bother as anything other than a number assigned to him by the Department of Corrections and a drunk driving charge.
I have been asked if I would be voicing my thoughts on this as loudly were it someone other than my brother in his position. I don’t know, I cant honestly say. Perhaps I wouldn’t be sending in this letter to the editor if were it the schmuck next door in my Brother’s prison shoes. But I am INVOLVED in this case, and therefore I have a soapbox in the matter. It doesn’t mean that my feelings would be any less. My frustration in this situation is because I truly and honestly believe that mandatory sentencing is a disservice to the public. It is that frustration fueling my voice in this matter, but it is my brother that ties my heart to it and causes me to scream. There is something very special about my baby Brother, and I fear it dying while he is away.

Below are the words that no one would allow me to read. Perhaps now, someone will hear them.

Good Morning Your Honor,

My name is ***************, I am ***************** older sister and it is my understanding that we are here today for sentencing on his charges of Driving Under the Influence. If it pleases Your Honor and this court, I would like to read a statement I prepared on behalf of my Brother. I understand the severity of his mistake and I know the consequences and by no means wish to imply that I feel he is above serving punishment for the mistake he has made. However, I do feel that before you make any final decisions, you should know a bit more about my Brother, his character and the person that I know him to be. ****** has never been one to follow the pack. He has always made his own way and did what he needed to for himself. At the age of 8 he told me that he wanted to join the Air Force. He committed to that goal and every other that he has had and made them happen, even when everything was stacked against him. While in the Air Force, ****** received many accolades and awards for his achievements. He served over seas during war-time and was given promotions quickly. He gets great joy from making a difference in the lives of others. He has volunteered services to people with disabilities confined to wheelchairs, helping to make their vehicles and homes more accessible. He came to stay with me for a few months when I was in need and in that time helped the elderly people in the neighborhood with yard work and upkeep. He spent most of the day this past Christmas setting up a swing-set and trampoline for the little girl across the street. He carries the biggest heart I have ever seen a man carry and there isn’t anything that I can think of that he wouldn’t do to help out someone in need. He is trustworthy and honest. He knows what he did. He is well aware of the mistake he made and the danger he put himself and others in. I know this because he sat me down and told me. He poured out his heart, speaking of the guilt and shame he felt for the poor decisions he had made. That night he made a promise to himself to stop drinking and get to what it is inside him that allowed him to do something so out of character for him. He attended AA meetings, read, went to church and talked openly to those that would listen and could help. And as with everything else he has committed to in his life, he did just that. He stopped drinking. He has been sober since before Christmas. My Brother is a stand up guy, he has always admitted his truths and accepted consequences accordingly, I suppose that is how he succeeded in the military and won the respect of so many of his fellow soldiers. But this is a point in his life where he needs help. Help in the way of support and rehabilitation, not hardened jail time. By sentencing him to more time in jail you are hindering his ability to rely on the foundation and support system he has created for himself that has proved to be successful. He may have made a dire mistake, but my Brother is not a criminal. He is merely a man that has shamed himself by the mistake he made and wishes to make amends by becoming a better person. I do not know of the options the court has at its disposal, but I know that jail time cannot be the only one. If there could be some way that he may reside in a halfway house with a structured and rehabilitative environment I feel confident that my Brother will continue to grow and get back to the person he is and the path he had mapped out for himself so long ago. He has a dream of returning to the military and finishing out his career there, doing what he loves and knows so well. He was good at that. I know that with the opportunity Your Honor can offer him by way of a bigger support system and a chance to continue his rehabilitation he will achieve that dream once more and any others he discovers along the way. Please don’t deny my Brother the chance to be who he really is and succeed in life again.
Thank you, Your Honor, for allowing me the chance to introduce you to my Brother and the wonderful person that he is.
Sincerely grateful,
******************

"Hold the pickles hold the lettuce, special orders......will short circuit our brains!"

2005-06-03T08:12:00.000-07:00

I think fast food is a pretty novel idea. It is what nourished me the whole time I was in school and working slave hours. I like the idea of being able to decide, on a whim, that I want a sandwich, milkshake or some fries and be able to pull into the next drive, yell my order at someone through a little box and three minutes later have a depressing depiction of what I saw on the menu with which to sustain me until the next craving hits.
When we can synchronize our shedules in such a way to allow for it , my bestest good little buddy and I love taking road trips. Long, short, in circles, doesnt matter. We just love the drive, its our thing. Often times it is on these trips that we realize the need to eat but dont wish to pause the roadtrip and fast food is the solution. One such time found me in line at a local Arby's looking over the standard menu.I decided upon the Turkey bacon ranch market fresh sandwich wereby my friend and partner in crime stated that he only wanted a large curly fries. I decided that I would just order us the value meal and we could share the small soda too. I then proceeded to place my order.

"I would like the Turkey bacon ranch market fresh sandwich value meal please. Oh, and can I have a large curly fries with that instead?"
"Why don't you just supersize?"
"Sure, thank you".

She reached for the supersize soda and I saw that this thing was like five gallons in size. Who can drink that much soda? And why? I cant even hold it without two hands, how am I supposed to drive away and eat with that thing? And isnt that what one DOES with fast food, drive away and eat.
"That's okay", I explain "I really just want a small soda with my meal."

*blink*

After a return the the register followed by some taps with her fingers, I realize that she is attempting to refund my order to make it a regular value meal. Now, I know my friend, and I know his love for fries. This would NOT be a good idea.

"Okay, really I just want the small soda but to KEEP the supersize curly fries."

This is the point that all hell broke loose......

"UUUUMMMM, we really cant do that, you have to get the supersize soda with the supersize fries."

Are you serious?!
It was like I had asked her to work the formulas that define Kepler’s three laws on orbital rotation. Apparently, the keypad on the register doesn't allow for mixing and matching the sizes of the items on the menu and the thought of just grabbing a smaller cup seemed to elude her. Another employee came from the back to help their troubled comrade. But to no avail, it would appear that Assistant Managers are no better at figuring out how to charge for a supersize fries AND a small soda.
"Look, don't worry about it, I will pay full price for the supersize meal, can you just GIVE me a SMALL SODA?!"
Both of the coworkers let out an appreciative sigh of relief and I could smell the smoke in the air. That's when it dawned on me: Things in our society have become far too efficient. There is an OVER efficiency problem to the extent that institutions offer you only a limited set of choices and what results is a subtle determinism of your behavior. Well stop it!! I wish to exercise my freedom of choice, I want big AND small with my meals and I want to be able to find SOMEONE that speaks ENGLISH manning the drive through!!!!!!
Urgh!! >.<
But thats another rant entirely. We can touch upon that one later.
I remember the days of "Your way, right away” and “Hold the pickles hold the lettuce, special orders wont upset us.” Well, today, special orders might not upset them, they just short circuit their brain synapses. The "Have it your way" mentality of the past no longer applies. Today, all of the fast food chains seem to be saying "Have it our way". You are not free to choose. And this is a serious issue. The result is a dummy down effect of our society. Not only am I forced to be some drooling drone without the ability to decipher my own individual wants for the foods I eat, but the people serving it are now too stupid to think outside the box and do anything different than what appears on the screen of their computerized registers. It would appear that we are on the threshold of some sort of mechanized mind control, whereby through a backsliding evolutionary process we are facilitating our own demise and contributing to the progressive senility and numbness of our society. By taking away peoples right to exercise their BRAIN on a regular basis, we are ensuring their inability to do so. “If you offer people nothing but mediocrity, you will create a mediocre people.”
Well, I hate mediocre!!! >.<
Furthermore, I hate that it has to take 20 minutes of bomb squad tactics in order to get the pimply faced girl wearing far too much make-up to understand and handle the fact that sometimes people just want lots of fries and a little soda.

Crap!

2005-05-28T17:08:00.000-07:00

Testing picture

Testing....

2005-05-28T15:07:00.000-07:00

one.....two.