I have another fine quotable from myself.
In speaking to a young couple about what they have versus what their neighbor’s have. In other words, they have a nice house and I wish we could have a house like that.
The only difference between you and the neighbor’s down the street is the decisions you’ve made.
Yes. Utterly profound. Indeed.
There is nothing I loathe more than political discussion. Using the word “discussion” is usually putting it mildly.
While I was waiting for my ride to work yesterday, I was in a really bad position. I had to stand at the door and look out for my ride to show up so I couldn’t really go anywhere. It was too cold to just stand outside and wait or I would have.
Another person in my house came down stairs and sat in the kitchen with his phone on speaker talking to another person about…wait for it…you guessed it. Fucking politics.
If the door would have been made of glass, I would have thrown myself through it. It would have been a more pleasant experience.
The very definition of hell for me is being forced to listen to anyone talk about politics. I went into work feeling dirty after that.
True story.
…tattoos.
Well, not the permanent kind of tattoos. The kind of tattoos that can last for a couple of weeks and then go away.
My body is covered in them.
Why?
I have no fucking idea. I saw them one day on Amazon and then I bought them and now I am wearing them.
They look cool until they start peeling off.
That is really all I have. It was a stupid observation that I just made and decided to write about it.
Wow. I am a fucking weirdo. Indeed.
Oh, and yes. I love pussy too. Especially shaved pussy which you can clearly see in the picture that goes with the article. Yep. I chose it on purpose. Yum.
I used to hate the idea of pink anything. I didn’t even want to be near it.
As I am getting older, I am finding that not to be as true as it once was.
I saw that they had a pink robe on Amazon for a guy and I almost considered it.
Times, they are a changing.
I’ve never understood the logic behind the statement “If you don’t vote, you are throwing your vote away.” I think it is utter nonsense. If I have a stone in my hand and I don’t throw it, how could I possibly have thrown it away?
There are some people that make me angry. I’m not sure why I harbor such anger for them. I can’t honestly say that it is justified. I generally like everyone so when an odd occurrence like this happens, I need to step back and try to figure out what the underlying issue is.
In the case of the female downstairs right now, I am pretty sure I know why she makes me angry. She constantly complains about her life and continuously asks for advice. Normally, you’d think that would be a good thing. The problem is that she never takes the advice. She knows how everything works. She knows her life is broken. She doesn’t know how to fix it. When you try to tell her how to fix it, well — see previous “She knows how everything works.”
I came to a point in my life where I knew that drinking beer every night and taking PMs to fall asleep was a serious problem. It is a problem I recognized and then corrected. I no longer drink beer and I no longer require PMs to put me to sleep. There are some other things I cut out but the point is that I acted. I took action to correct the problems. I took advice. I tried to make the appropriate changes.
Hyrum Smith (founder of the Franklin Planner system) once said that the difference between success and non-success is easily defined by “the successful person is willing to do that which the unsuccessful person is unwilling to do.” I love the lecture he gave where this comes from. Truly inspiring. Ok. Now, back to the anger.
I have friends that are constantly adjusting their lives to try and find that happy place. One of my friends even has a husband that thinks his happiness is based on buying a new pickup truck. If he could only have this one “thing” he just knows he’ll be happy. The problem is that is never happens. He is just left with emptiness and a need for self validation in many different forms. If I remember correctly, he also equates sex with love. If his wife doesn’t have sex with him, she doesn’t love him. Sometimes I think I should have been a head shrinker. I actually enjoy analyzing people. That isn’t the same as people watching.
People watching is finding amusement in the behavior of others. Analyzing is when you try to figure out their story. What drives them? Why don’t they look happy? Is the couple you are admiring having an affair or are they married to each other? Those are easy to figure out.
I may have to write another article about my opinions about marriage. I have no love for that institution and have solid reasons why not.
See? I feel better just writing this crap out. Now, if the female downstairs would just leave then everything will be just fine for the rest of the evening. Two words for her. Get. Out.
Update: The point of this post. The point of this post is that I am angry at the woman downstairs because she takes advantage of my friend. That is why she makes me angry.
The sheer number of cars that pass my house on a daily basis is staggering. Most of them are relatively quiet but a bunch of them are downright loud.
Whether the noise is the engine or the loud music playing in the car the decibel meter gets pegged.
I have a problem with this when that noise makes it into my house. I don’t have single pane glass windows. I have triple pane windows and the noise still gets in. There was a car that passed by this morning with music so loud, you’d swear I was playing it myself inside my house.
NPR and WITF have an article about this very thing.
When I was 16, noisy cars were cool. Now that I am older, noisy cars make me dream of a personal EMP gun that you can aim at a vehicle and well, it dies. Something like this but bigger.
…red, a big x on it, must be a confederate flag! Someone take it down before it gets to the children!
ST. JOHNS, Mich. (AP) — A couple who came under attack for displaying the Norwegian flag outside their mid-Michigan inn because some observers mistook it for a Confederate flag have found another way to show their Scandinavian pride.
Greg and Kjersten Offenbecker, who own The Nordic Pineapple in St. Johns, outside Lansing, took Norway’s flag down last month after being accused of promoting racism, the Lansing State Journal reported. They are replacing it with a vimple, a type of long, pennant-shaped flag that can be seen displaying various designs across Scandinavia. The Offenbecker’s vimple will have the colors of the Norwegian flag — a red background with a blue cross superimposed on a white cross — in a nod to Kjersten Offenbecker’s grandfather who was born in Norway.
The colors of the Norwegian flag are similar to the Confederate flag, but the patterns and symbols are different. The Confederate flag is red with a blue “X” containing white stars.
The two aren’t even remotely the same. For people to get upset about something because they don’t understand it is bad enough. I think to get upset because you can’t be bothered to do any type of research shows just how much your 2nd grade education failed you.
You probably shouldn’t have dropped out of the 2nd grade.
Like it or not, the confederate flag is a part of our history. It represents a bad time in American history but that doesn’t mean that you need to remove it from the current culture just because it makes you pee your pants. What’s that? It doesn’t make you pee your pants? Then WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR MALFUNCTION?
Series:Undying Mercenaries, Book 22
Author: B.V. Larson
