Work bites.

So I got called off of work tonight. You know I sorta enjoy being lazy...and like not working. You know that people in Europe get paid vacations all the friggin' times...or paid time off...because they figure that someone shouldn't be at work all the time...it increases productivity to get a break...um...I just had six months off...and I already hate work. I work friggin' part time. I'm kinda glad I didn't have to go to work tonight though...my only amigo has left third shift...which bites. I'm pretty bad at making friends...like I don't talk to people...so I guess that deters them from making friends with me. Oh and I would like to say....if you are around a rather quiet person don't say, "Hey...you can come over here and talk to us...we don't bite." Someone said that recently to my boyfriend...and I was like cringe...I hate that shit...I just want to inform you that that does not make us more inclined to come chat...geesh...ok...this blog was about nothing? Possibly.

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

I get really obsessed with weird songs. I mean, really obsessed. Like...Don't Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John. Why is that song so friggin' awesome? It's like just perfect. The back and forth banter between Elton and ?...what the hell is that chick's name? It's like Cici..or Coco or something. Anyway...it's awesome. He's like..."When I was down..." and she's like all sassy..."I was your clown." It was awesome...is there a music video for this song? I must look on youtube and find it now! Um, I'm also planning on researching the origin of bat shit crazy...cause I really dig it. Was it from the obvious...people who hung around bat shit got rabies or something? So then they were bat shit crazy? I dunno....I also learned something quite interesting from a Radiohead t-shirt I need to share...oh, and also the concert...cause it was awesome. So..when ever I get free time I will prattle on! Woo hoo....nobody knows it...nobody knows it...


Wait the chick's name is Kiki Dee....and this suit Elton is wearing is great. And I think Miss Piggy is violating Elton's personal bubble...he looks like he's trying to push her away at times...mahhaha...

People with opinions suck...people who express them suck more.

Yesterday was an odd day. Well odd is not the word. More like tiring. Why did I even try to say it was odd then? I don't know. Anyway at school I had to be stuck in the middle of a conversation I rather not have been around for. Actually it was more like a tirade. More like what I'm doing right now. This girl, very passionate and very annoying, was talking about Iraq for some God awful reason. I mean who the Hell talks about Iraq? No one. Who the hell wants to talk about Iraq? No one. I thought that was the American way. Anywho...she was saying that they should take all the children under the age of five out of the country and just nuke the son of bitch to Hell. I was like...wooahhh..um, what? I wasn't sure what had set her off on this and then she began to explain.
"Do you know...I saw this footage of a dog wandering around the streets of Iraq...some homeless dog not hurting anyone...and the people were kicking the dog and beating the dog and then a man came up and picked up the dog and threw him in a trash compacter where he was crushed to death."
That was her reason for wanting to nuke Iraq...and all it's people...and the young people who don't quite make that five and under cut off point. Because of a dog. Or a couple dogs. Or a flock of dogs.
Dude, I like dogs. I do. I love 'em. But come on. In other parts of the world you know, people think were dirty hippies for the love we have for our pets. I mean we let them sleep in our beds and poop on our floors. People in different countries would think we were bat shit crazy. (I love that phrase.)
Then she was going on about China. About skinning dogs alive. About dolphins getting clubed in the heads while their wife and children had to look on....uh...I digress...
I guess I was getting hysterical about nothing...I mean, I didn't even put my two cents in. I could sense though that if I did she would have berated and "talked really loudly" to make my point non-existant. I hate when people do that. I CAN TALK LOUDER THAN YOU SO YOUR POINT HOLDS NO VALUE.....
Yikes anyway...I would go on about this...but I should probably clean my house...or beat my dog or something...