Laughed pretty hard at this. And then I cried a little. I miss you Alexander. I hope someone’s treating you well.
What’s shakin’ bacon? It’s early and I’m up writing — well hunting things to write about actually. And the sleep thing was once again fairly hard to come by because I got straight up robbed yesterday on the metro by some punk kid who is going to be very disappointed that all he’ll find on my phone are some rather embarrassing text messages and stupid pictures of my feet. The account was put on the “negative” list within an hour and half of the event, meaning that only I can do anything with that phone, which led to a few hilarious “wrong numbers” once I got another phone early yesterday evening. I did lose some contact information for everyone I’ve added in my phone in the last 3 months since — like a bonehead — that’s the last time I backed everything up to the cloud. That includes both personal and professional. So I’m going through other avenues to contact those people and let them know they should call me or shoot me a text since I apparently look like a victim to wannabe thugnificent kids on the train (thanks for that word Boondocks (mom, don’t watch that clip. You won’t like it.). The really annoying part is I’m generally pretty aware and careful to keep my phone in my bag but this kid was just bold — he took it right out of my hand. Guess he wanted it that bad. The cop who helped me and gave me a ride home (and gave me his personal phone number. He may have been hitting on me — wouldn’t be the first time a cop has done that in the course of doing his job — but I don’t mind because I sort of like having the number for a cop) said they’ll probably catch them, but maybe not my phone since it becomes useless once they can no longer do anything with it, and then it gets sold. Anyway, just another experience to write home about. I scared my poor Pops to distraction and he was like, “I wish I could have been there to knock the sh*t out of someone for you.” That’s love right there folks. Thanks Pops.
Which reminds me: I had a little epiphany about something. I really, really do just want a man to protect me in all ways. I didn’t realize how traditional I was about that until recently. The reason it stinks so bad when a man hurts you — whether physically, emotionally, or with some violation of trust — is because it (and this is just a theory) is their role in the biological make-up of things to be protector. It’s encoded in us all I think. So when a man actively decides not to protect a woman but to hurt her instead it’s kind of a deep psychic blow. We all shake that stuff off and we don’t talk about it, because vulnerability = weakness I guess, but I think it’s true. And I’m incorporating that into what I’m willing to negotiate going forward.
::end /nerdthought::
There’s a bumper sticker on this car that sits in my neighborhood that says something like: “If the fetus were gay, would you still fight for its right to life?” My sister and I get the biggest kick out it. My sister is like, “By that reasoning, people who believe in the right to life automatically hate gay people and want them dead. That makes no sense.” It really doesn’t. It’s clever word garbage that sounds smart but actually just adds to the confusion. So annoying. But hilarious in its ridiculousness.
Something else has been really bothering me. Why do I look like I have bad teeth in this picture? I have pretty good teeth. They’re small and shifting a little as I get older (I’m looking into Invisalign) but I mean, hello Honey Boo Boo. Also, I’m pointing at his tiny jean shorts and NOTHING ELSE. This picture is just awful on so many levels…So let me share it with you!
Trick of light and shadows. Dang.
Alright, other things before I have to get to it. I think I have a 10 am meeting I want to attend it I can motivate myself…
I had hoped to see this from Google.
Jeesh, guilty conscience much Matt Damon? I mean look, there are ways to be wealthy and not be an elitist prig. Fake fighting your way into the vaunted upper atmosphere (cinemaliterally. New word I just made up. Like it?) isn’t really fooling anyone.
This was nice. My guys are so great. And I’m not talking about that other thing that happened recently. It was a tragedy and we should mourn and move on.
I agree with this profanity-laden lady. I’m a big apologizer, too. And sure, it can get you taken advantage of. But really only by the worst kinds of people, and who needs them in your life anyway? It’s a great way to identify them and weed them out.
Oh dear sweet Lord I laughed so hard at this. It’s the photo of the guy at the printer that does it.
Hmmmm…Not sure I buy it yet. I get the Howard Hughes thing Elon Musk is after, and I appreciate that some of his innovation may prove extremely compelling to our future selves. But he seems to lack the independent spirit of Hughes in as much as he works for other people — and possibly ideologies — not for the sake of pure innovation. But I’m ready to be convinced otherwise.
Hey I’ve jumped off this platform! I miss this pool something fierce. I think I’m going to commit myself to a few miles in the pool over the winter months again. Swimming is zen.
Um, the one about Bill Maher. People just believe any old thing if it fits the narrative they’ve already decided is true don’t they? and that goes for the religious and non-religious alike.
I actually think Jolie is potentially a psycho stalker and it’s good that Aniston has people checking this stuff out for her. Sorry but it’s just the way I feel about it. Doesn’t mean I don’t like ol’ Angie — she’s a pretty great actress and all that — but I get the crazy vibe from her pretty strong.
Morning music:
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