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Getting on the Right Track

2010-06-20T00:45:00.000-07:00

What's one thing I hear from most people lately?

"I need to get on the right track."

Yes, this is a hard thing to accomplished once you've derailed so hard that your head is permanently stuck up your ass, but it can be done. There are a few steps to get your life "back on track" that you just can't ignore though. I'm not saying you have to be a god damned life Nazi, but you do have to ask yourself questions like "Should I really be doing this?" and "Is there a better way?" Hell, there are thousands of questions you should constantly check yourself with when trying to unscrew your life.

What's got me ranting about this?

Well... *snickers a little* I have some friends that want to "get their lives back on track" that CONSTANTLY do things opposite of what they probably should. Here are some examples (in detail or course because that's just how I roll):

1) "I really should get myself into a regular sleeping pattern/schedule."

Ok. That's an easy task if you have the willpower to do it. GO TO FUCKING BED BEFORE MIDNIGHT! Doesn't mean you have to adhere to the rule EVERY night, but I'd say 5 out of the seven nights in a week would be perfect. Try for Sunday night through Thursday night. Trust me, you'll feel a lot better through the daylight hours if you go to bed at or before midnight and then wake up at a decent time to start your day. Eating breakfast really helps too.

2) "I'm out of shape."

Then fucking do something about it. When someone offers to help you or exercise with you, take them up on the offer. Don't make excuses about how your knees are bad or your back can't handle it. Guess what? Your shit is falling apart cause you let yourself go. Granted, I'm no beacon of athletic prowess, but I love the way I look, I don't get winded when I have to walk a flight of stairs, I don't bitch about my weight because if I wanted to be stick thin then I would work out all the damn time, and so on. Point being, if you don't like the way you look then put down the fucking cheeseburger and start doing something.

3) "I really want to finish school."

Then do it. Don't let family, friends, or other excuses drag you down. I've screwed myself over in school and been screwed out of my education before. Budget cuts, family deaths, and me just fucking around cost me some precious money and time. People getting kicked outta school for attendance, failing a class, or just not giving a rats ass....yeah, that shit won't fly. Here's how it works: You go to class and learn things, which mean you won't fail the class and in the long run you tend to give a shit about school in general because suddenly it's easier than you thought. For those who claim they "just can't do it" then I'd suggest you eliminate whatever is causing the low self-esteem issue. Everyone can do it. I have that much faith in the human race.

Now, there are a few people that are going to read this blog and get bent outta shape because they think I'm attacking them personally. Like I've said a million times before, I'm not attacking anyone. I'm simply voicing facts. This blog is a place for me to rant and rave about the stupid shit in life that makes you just cringe. If I'm going to attack someone outright, I'll most likely say their name at the beginning of the post or post it on my main blog (which you can get to if you know who I am and where to look).

All that said, I wish you all happy trails in your life journey.

Possibly Returning?

2010-02-06T03:35:00.000-08:00

It's been a long while since this blog was back on it's feet. I have tried to rejuvinate it's pages before, but as always...it met an untimely demise....

So, the question is now: Do I allow myself to delve into this blog again?

The concept behind this blog was really pet peeves and other random annoyances that came about for myself and others, despite the popular belief surrounding the blog. Many saw it as my attack upon the patrons around me. The others knew better. ;)

Thus, I believe this blog may make it's return....with some help from others out there!

Open for Business Again: A Vituperation Concerning California Law Enforcement

2008-03-03T11:22:00.000-08:00

California law enforcement rejoice.

You've made it on my shit list.

Quite a few months ago, my friend Mary and I took a lovely trip to Pismo Beach. We were flying like bats out of Hell towards our destination, knowing full well we were breaking the speed limit by nearly 20 miles an hour. We giggled and kept flying down that highway though. That was until we blew pass a Highway Patrol truck doing nearly 90 mph. The laughs were off. Mary was driving and got one hell of a ticket for speeding. Then the rather nice officer bid us a good day and got back in his truck. We were shaken, but ended up laughing about the whole ordeal not long after.

Fast forward to Sunday.

I'm driving and obeying every traffic law. Coming up to the four way stop just East of Fowler on Aullivial, I see a truck parked on the right side of the road only a couple feet from the stop signed. Luckily I wasn't some drunk driver or some asshole checking his CD player at that moment, because the jackass (who later turned out to be the son of a bitch cop that pulled me over) was parked partially in the road and had I not been paying attention, I would have rear ended him.

Cursing up a storm, I drive the rest of the way home (a VERY short distance) and notice the cop now following me. He flicked on his lights and followed me right into the apartment complex.

This is where things got interesting.

I got out of my car as he approached me. When I asked him what I'd been pulled over for, he asked me if I knew it was illegal to not have a front license plate. I was already pissed and said that yes, I knew it was illegal but the fact of the matter was that I always forget to put the damn thing on. He smiled and I about hit him. That's when I asked if that was the only reason he'd pulled me over. When he said yes and then asked for my license and insurance, I almost went postal.

This cop, parking illegally on a street and partially blocking the stop sign, had the audacity to follow me all the way to my apartment and ticket me for not having a front license plate?!

What.

The.

FUCK?

So now I'm standing at the carport only a couple hundred feet from my apartment while this dumbshit is explaining the law to me. I move to walk around my car so I could get my insurance out of my glove box and he flips out! His hand flies to his gun and in a very stern voice he tells me to stop and explain what I'm doing. "I'm getting what you asked for..." Jesus! What the hell!? He nods and relaxes.

To my dismay, the insurance isn't in the car because I still have it in the apartment. When I explain it to him, he says he can't let me go inside and then writes on the ticket that I have no proof of insurance.

God.

Fucking.

Dammit.

Now I have a license plate bullshit violation and he has me pegged as uninsured.

Jackass.

Then came the really fun part.

My drivers license.

They have yet to mail me my new one because of a damn eye exam I had to do, which delayed my license. So, he tickets me for not having a vallid drivers license.

Holy fucking shit.

Where does it end?

Needless to say my night was ruined and rather than going out, I now felt like absolute crap and stayed home.

Fuck you, law enforcement power whores.

Do your job instead of waiting on the side of the road to pull over someone without front license plates. Hell, I'm surprised the dumbass didn't ticket me for having a cracked windshield.

Rawr.

Closed.

2008-02-22T09:28:00.001-08:00

This blog is closed until further notice.

New Favorite Words

2008-02-12T15:29:00.000-08:00

Word:
fucksticks

Definition:
1. Used to express disgust, disappointment, frustration, contempt, or the like.
2. An exlamatory obscenity.
3. An insult.

Examples:
1. Fucksticks! I forgot to get my change from that hooker!
2. That guy just cut me off! What a fuckstick!
3. Holy fucksticks, Batman!

Word:
bastard

Definition:
1. Child without married parents.
2. One who is narcissistic and unknowingly frustrating.
3. The killer of Kenny.
4. A 70's band which changed their name to Motörhead.

Examples:
1. Your parents aren't married, hence you are a bastard.
2. You covered dog shit with a leaf and left it outside your brothers' front door because you thought it was funny, you bastard.
3. You killed kenny, you bastard.

Word:
fucktard

Definition:
1. A combination of the word "fuck" (to fornicate) and the word "tard" (to delay).
2. A person who is stupid, obtuse, or ineffective sexually.

Examples:
1. Betty is a fucktard because she wouldn't give it up till the 10th date.
2. Tyler is a fucktard. The guy only lasted 30 seconds.
3. What the hell, you fucktard!? Why would you stop at a red light and let me hit you going 80!?

Red Light Runner

2007-12-26T09:23:00.000-08:00

Red stop lights mean stop, right?

Did I miss a memo?

Did someone forget to file that damn TPS report!?

Come on!

Driving to my parents Christmas Eve, being a good little driver, and I almost get creamed by a semi! I was driving north on Temperance and had to stop at the red light just under the 168 overpass. My CD's had managed to slide out of their cubby hole and were resting on my shifter, so I was busy fixing them when the annoyed SUV behind me honks because the lights green. I finish shuffling and start to roll into the intersection when a HUGE FUCKING SEMI blows through the red light to my right (exit off the 168) and barrels through the intersection!

Had I not seen my shifted CD's or spent the time to fix them despite the jackass behind me, I'd be roadkill right now.

Moral of the story:

DON'T DRIVE A SEMI LIKE THE REST OF THE WORLD WON'T DIE IF YOU CREAM THEM!

Fucking holiday freight drivers.

Go burn.

I'm Not Mean, You're Just a Sissy!

2007-12-19T13:40:00.000-08:00

Forward: It has come to my attention, thanks partly to my Hobbit, that this blog has two key catchphrases. Both started out as me joking, but on further inspection it is obvious that if my readers don't understand and come to terms with these two catchphrases, then this blog will forever pin me as someone psychologically troubled and extremely pessimistic (which is completely false, as those who follow my OTHER BLOGS know well).

So, the two catchphrases that I want you all to remember when reading this are "I'm not bitter, just opinionated." and "I'm not mean, you're just a sissy."

While the rants contained within are sometimes rather hard to read if you think you're the target, I want my readers to realize that if they read only this blog then they will surely find only the smallest fraction of what makes me who I am.

The real reason I titled this post they way I did is thanks to a co-worker of mine.

I sent out an e-mail on Monday concerning a job that has been driving me insane. I guess in my flurry of business I wasn't "courteous" enough for said co-workers tastes. So, she called and complained to the CEO's secretary about me.

Come on! E-mails are emotionless!

I meant nothing ill by the e-mail, but it was something I needed to send out before leaving on Monday night.

Nevertheless, she got her panties in a wad and I had to apologize to her for hurting her feelings.

Fuck people.

Stop being so damned emotional and insecure!

Just because I don't sugar coat and offer cuddly puppies doesn't mean I'm being angry!

Sometimes I say things business like and without emotion.

Human, remember?

I'm not mean, you're just a sissy.

Hmphf!

An Update to "Working Hard or Hardly Working?"

2007-12-11T15:25:00.001-08:00

I thought long and hard about making this update public, but after much debate, I am deciding to put it up on here anyways (names have been removed). I'll let the e-mails speak for themselves. This may get me in some serious trouble, but at this point in time I am willing to take the risk because I do not feel I am in the wrong on any of this. And I am going to remind my readers one more time: No one is safe when it comes to my writing. Some of you hate me for posting these things. So be it. This is me and I'm not changing for anyone any more.

The e-mail sent to me in response to my "Working Hard or Hardly Working?" post:

December 10, 2007

Dear **********,

I read the Blog that you wrote about ********** and how disturbed you are that she is getting time off and getting paid for it. She has never taken time off for finals these past two years that we have worked together, nor has she asked for time off.

I asked her when her finals were she told me. She has only taken last week off and this week off. She never asked to be paid for time off. I gave her these past TWO weeks off and she is getting paid for them because I CHOOSE to pay her.

I do things like this for people who show that they are worthy. Remember, I purchased a computer for you with the idea that you would work for it. You have only worked about $500.00 off and I have not asked you to finish working for it nor have I asked you for payment in full because I thought you were worthy of it.

Should you have any questions, please contact me.

**********

Ok, so i was wrong in saying she had taken 3 weeks off. Fine.

Yes, the woman did pay for my computer, but the part about me being worthy...I'll let you just read my e-mail that I sent back.

Mrs. **********,

That blog was not only targeted at **********, but also the many other people who have spoken ill of me and my family over the years. Recently, those people have said some of the same things. I write all of my blogs for my personal use. I place them online because they are my honest opinions. Thank you for responding and I do take in to consideration that you probably were quite livid with my response to learning that ********** was getting the time off and being paid. That's fine. You're entitled to your opinion just like I am.

As for the computer and working for you: Let me remind you AND ********** that I have offered NUMEROUS times to come to the office in the past months to do more work. Unfortunately, I do not have a key to get in and neither of you are willing to give me one in order to work while one or both of you are not at the office. I can work when I have time and when I have time, neither of you are available to do anything. I didn't realize this was causing you to lose respect for me. I talked about this with ********** not even a month ago and she assured me that everything was fine.

I suppose I'll start making payments to you for the computer since no one is willing to work with me on getting to the office to file for you. It's just one more bill I'll be paying. No big deal there, I suppose. What I don't want is you holding this over my head or accusing me of treating your daughter poorly. I've seen the way the two of you treat each other and how upset you make each other. I've stayed out of
everything because it isn't my place to point out that you're both hard headed individuals that need to take a step back and realize you both run that company equally.

Seeing how everyone wants to handle things as "business" matters, I suppose I will start doing the same. I have been nothing but supportive and honest with you and your daughter and I would hope that the two of you aren't saying unneeded or hurtful things behind my back. ********** has always taken up her problems with me IN PERSON. I would have expected you would do the same. But since you decided to use e-mail to confront me with this, I am going to do the same.

I thank you for the computer and for the patience you have had with me. Now I want you to realize that I have had the same patience with you. During all the times that people have put you down and said mean things behind your back in my presence, I have defended you. Sure, you annoy me like any mother does, but that's just you being motherly. Hell, my own mother annoys me sometimes. It's normal parent and child behavior.

Unlike most fickle and shallow people, I am not going to let my relationship with you reflect on my relationship with **********. If ********** chooses that I've treated you poorly or that I am unworthy of your respect, then that is her choice, but I want to hear it from her. As far as I'm concerned, the e-mail you sent me places us in a purely business relationship now. Plain and simple: You want your money for the computer. I need to know what sort of payment plan you'd like to set up. I want it in writing so make sure you e-mail me my options and we'll go from there.

Thank you again for the support and love you showed me. Take care.

Sincerely,
********** **********

Now, I'm not sure if my roommate even knows that her mother wrote me this e-mail, but she will sure know now. Apparently this blog has finally rocked the boat. I warned people both on here and in person that this blog was going to stir things up. I'm not going to change anything. I've worked hard trying to find my voice in a world where most people fall into the shadows. I am not giving up my opinions now. If this blog hurts, then don't read it. Plain and simple. I have plenty of other, more fluffy blogs out there. This one focuses on stupidity, irritation, and all the other negative words out there. It's also not a place where I lie. I may be misinformed (like the 2 weeks my roommate got off as opposed to the 3 weeks I thought she got off), but I am quick to correct it when I find out I was mistaken. No one can blame me for human error.

Anyways, I suppose I'll get more of a response about this craziness in the days to come. We'll have to see how this reflects on everyone in the near future.

Working Hard or Hardly Working?

2007-12-10T13:29:00.000-08:00

People call me spoiled.

People call me sheltered.

People call me naive.

People call me privileged.

People call me bratty.

People call me a lot of things that point to the fact that my family isn't poor, we don't go wanting for things we need, and I have loving parents that give me as much direction as they possible can.

It's called parenting.

And for the record, you can call me all of these things, but make sure it's not your own jealousy of my wonderful family structure that you're really having severe issues with.

Now, what brought on the tiny rant?

My roommate.

I love her, really I do, but it chaps my hide when I come to find out that she has taken nearly 3 weeks off work to do "school work" and her mother is paying her for the entire time. If I were to do that, or hell, if any normal and working college student was to do that, they would end up bankrupt and/or fired. Even working for my father I wasn't able to take paid leaves like that!

Talk about cushioning.

How in the seven Hells are people able to work their parents like that? No, better yet, how can they do it and not feel guilty?

I'd be sick to my stomach knowing that I took time like that off work and spent most of it lounging around the house studying. I'm sorry, but studying and going to school isn't hard enough to warrant taking almost 3 weeks off work. Take the day off before the final. Or work half a day the day of and then take half the day to study. But 3 whole weeks?! Overkill much!?

I think the reason this REALLY bothers me is the fact that I am trying to juggle my current job, training for a new job, moving to a new apartment, paying double in finances because of 2 apartments, and attempting to keep my head level in school...and I get NO time off. I'd say her and I are pretty even on the stresses. Except the fact that her mother caters to her every whim, because her mother says and does stupid shit that pisses off her daughter. That in turn creates a vicious cycle in which my room mate benefits 100%.

Man, I need to find a way to beat my conscious to death or something...

I Hereby Dub Him: Moron Friend

2007-12-07T10:12:00.000-08:00

Education.

The backbone of anyones life now days.

This is because the high school diploma is nothing more than a piece of paper to employers now days. Hell, even the Bachelor's degrees that take some students as long as 10 to complete.

Anyways, the point is that I have a moron friend who has been putting off going back to school. Moron friend also keeps making excuses not to go check out what it'll take to start back to school. Moron friend finally pissed me the fuck off this morning. Moron friend got drug to college where he discovered that it feels GOOD to accomplish something.

I'd like to say that moron friend learned something, but I'm not quite convinced yet. Moron friend still managed to slack off while he was there.

Amazing.

Blame shit on mom.

Go ahead.

Do it again.

I dare you.

I double dare you.

This morning was the last straw. The next time some sort of filth about your mother standing in the way of you succeeding slithers out from between those lips of yours, I'm going to take the next step. The fun thing is...

...I'm not telling you what the next step is.

Have a good day.

Moron.

HVAC

2007-12-04T08:48:00.001-08:00

Ok, I work in HVAC. For those sheltered folk out there, HVAC stands for heating, ventilation, and air conditioning. We specialize in the installation and maintenance of HVAC systems.

I think the key word here is specialize.

If we're so knowledgeable in the ways of temperature control, then why the HELL is my office cold enough that I can cut glass with my nipples?!

I'm sitting here freezing my ass off. Every time my arms touch the desk, it makes me feel like a turtle because I just want to suck my limbs back into my body. It's fucking freezing in here!

Here's the fun part! I found out why the heat wasn't working previously. Turns out the company had the gas turned off after the last cold season because it was LEAKING! Did they fix it? No. The damned thing never got fixed and now we're having to freeze while people pull their heads out of their asses.

Now, I could keep my cool a while longer if this wasn't a company that deals with HVAC on a day to day basis. It's our job to keep people comfortable in any weather condition. So, why in the seven Hells can't I get a little warmth!?

Till then, I'll be wearing enough layers to make me look like I belong in an igloo.

New Game: Berate Yourself Version 1.0

2007-11-29T09:46:00.001-08:00

I fucked up.

Here, let me repeat that.

Your bitchy and overly opinionated host for this blog FUCKED UP.

*clears throat*

You know those little voices in your head that tell you "You know, you should probably leave this alone...." when you run into a situation? Yeah, I ignored them.

Big mistake.

So, the short version: Met a girl. Was interested in girl. Girl was interested in me. I'm a sexual predator. She didn't know that. Girl was young and naive. Brain told me to be just her friend. Body wanted more. Girl gave me a reality check. Never go after younger people who have yet to figure themselves out.

Basically, I took advantage of a situation that should NOT have been an issue. I should have never tried to step into her life like I wanted to, but rather help her figure herself out.

I like to mold people. Ask any of my friends. You aren't close to me unless you are strong enough to not allow me to mold you, or you're perfectly ok with me modeling you after my own design. Anywhere between, in that icky grey area, and you're most likely going to get kicked to the curb.

This girl fell in that grey area, but I was so obsessed with the goal I placed in front of me that I ignored that fact. I was a retard. Someone should blog about me being retarded and berate me like I do so many others. But no one will. Everyone is scared to do that because my teeth severe limbs.

*shrugs*

Regardless, I thought it only fair to point out one of my stupid moves after the onslaught of posts I've recently indulged myself with on here. No doubt there will be more to come, but I'm trying to give you both sides of the coin.

I don't think I'm perfect.

I'm far from that.

And so are you.

*grins*

Children Raising Children

2007-11-28T09:00:00.000-08:00

You see kids, when a girl completely disregards her responsibility to use some sort of contraceptive and then spreads her legs to an equally irresponsible boy, babies are made. Babies are those little hellions that so many people claim ruined their life. Then we get a whole slew of interesting people: single mothers who are angry at men for the rest of their life because they claim the cock is the devil, single fathers who were either forced or took the initiative to raise the child because their mother was a loser and/or flipped out, or my personal favorite, an unmarried couple who fights constantly about who is going to take care of the child while planning their life together and some spectacular wedding to boot.

What the fuck?

If the child is going to ruin your life, then you should have thought about that before fucking.

Girls: don't blame the guy for knocking you up because you're the slut that opened her legs without proper protection.

Boys: don't blame the girl for being a slut and freak out when she says she's pregnant because you're the douche that didn't wrap your shit before sticking it in.

I am SO fucking tired of hearing about "My babies daddy " and "If it were for that chick ."

The point is that you both screwed up (no pun intended) and now you get to deal with the consequences. Oh, don't get me wrong, accidents do happen, but that doesn't give you the right to continue being irresponsible.

You're having a baby.

You get 9 months to plan.

Get a clue.

*pauses to collect herself*

So, now that my angry rant has come to a slow, annoyed crawl, I'd like to take the time to point out a few things without using unneeded curse words.

Getting pregnant isn't the end of the world. It's hard, no doubt, but life doesn't end because of it. I'd see it as a blessing. There are thousands of people in the world who cannot have children and even more that have had children and watched them die before their time. Why must we focus on the angry and pessimistic side of the coin? Human nature, you say?

Most people blame everyone but their self for this particular situation. No one wants to claim responsibility for being stupid and adding another life, which you are now in complete control of for the first few years, just makes it harder to claim responsibility.

If you have sex, no matter how little or how much, you should always consider the possibility that there may be consequences. We're made to reproduce. It's what keeps this species alive. Be glad you even have the option of contraceptives.

In all the years I've been having sex, both protected and unprotected, I have never been pregnant. I rely on birth control pills as my number 1 defense against pregnancy. If I were to get pregnant, then I'd think long and hard about the possibilities. I'd discuss it with my significant other and we would decide together what was the best course of action. There are countless options, most of which I would prefer not choosing.

Come on now people, think. Because if you can't start using that squishy material between your ears, I'll be forced to continue this blog till the end of time.

Which...wouldn't be so bad.

Were Their Heads Screwed On!?

2007-11-26T12:51:00.000-08:00

Several things have happened and due to the fact that I just didn't have time to update over the holiday, you're getting them all at once. Deal with it.

My boyfriend and I have been together for about 6 months. We love each other, but in no way do we keep a leash on one another. He does his thing when he wants and I do mine. Some don't get that.

Here's a clue, nitwits. It's called trust.

I don't need to wipe his ass or monitor his consumption of alcoholic beverages. I don't need to call him every 5 minutes or require a text telling me where he is. I just don't need to smother him to the point of death.

Why is that so hard to comprehend?!

If you people want to be an annoyance in your relationships, then be my guest. This is my life though, and I'll obsesses as I see fit!

Which brings me to the next topic. Your life is yours. My life is mine. However, if you invite me in and ask for opinions, don't expect some candy coated comments that are careful not to upset you. I'm sorry kids. I'm opinionated. I'm also very blunt.

Now, those that know this have learned to brace themselves for the coming onslaught when they ask me things. They've adapted....mostly. There is one person specifically that just can't seem to keep their foot out of their mouth. Or rather, maybe it's the fact that they are putting their foot up their own ass instead of in their mouth where it could keep the stupid from jumping out. This special person is a claim to failure fame. They love to wallow in the fact that they suck, or at least they think they suck because they have spent their entire life perfecting the suckage.

Good. Fucking. God.

Move on with yourself and get out of the gutter. It's not that hard to take a little opportunity and build on it. Come on now. You've been handed several jobs on silver platters and still fail miserably because you "just don't care anymore." Bullfuckingshit. Obviously you care enough to bitch to me about it, so suck it up and stand up on your own two feet.

My boyfriend, friends, and I won't be around to support your lazy ass forever. You've fucked up relationships because of this crap too. Get a clue there, turbo. Maybe life hitting you in the fucking face hasn't helped you figure it out yet, but you can can rest assured that if it were my fist making contact, you'd be yelping all the way to the land of success.

*laughs*
Now, some may pinpoint the people I berated here. Others may not. If you think you're a subject in this post, then I'd suggest you ponder your life for a short while and make the needed corrections. People do help if you ask them...unless you turn around and fuck up royally. You never know till you pull your head out of your ass though. Amazing how wonderful life seems when your not trying to view the world through your good-for-nothing goggles.

Welcome to My World!

2007-11-06T20:26:00.001-08:00

Ever have those moments when someone says or does something that makes you wonder if they were graced with even half a brain?

Yeah, me too.

This blog is dedicated to all those spectacular moments.

Some will call it ranting, some bitching. Either way the cookie crumbles though, this blog is still...

Spectacularly Snafu!