This may sound as if I’m completely out of my mind but I’m writing this as an example of how someone pushed by financial strain can begin to re-think what they would or wouldn’t do for money. What I’m going to say may shock some, others may be able to relate. All that is to say, what you may read here is something you may not have ever thought you’d hear me say but rest assured, it’s something I never really thought I’d seriously consider.
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I have a serious hatred for cell phones. I see them and I mean to tell ya I just want to spit. I’m offended by them because everywhere you go someone has a damn cell phone attached to their ear. It seems like when they put the phone to their ear common courtesies disappear. Instead of making eye contact with the cashier or watching your kids, you’ve got everyone in line on the phone. People go up and down the isles talking just as loudly as possible on these little life interrupters. Heck, I have a friend that pisses me off because her phone rings every 20 min or so. I told her one time that we don’t ever have a moment together where it’s just two girls hanging out. It’s me, her and every person in the world calling or texting for the most mundane things. A two minute phone call every 20 min would get on anyone’s nerves. It seems everything comes second to that phone.
I do not take delight in seeing Lindsay Lohan walk this path nor did I find joy in watching Britney Spears fall down. I do not enjoy listening to Mel Gibson tear apart Oksana Grigorieva, nor do I sit in mocking judgment as I await the disastrous end to the unlikely marriage of Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston. I’m not pleased when others make mistakes or commit crimes but some are and they love it enough to market it and pass it off as news.
In commercials I see TV hosts use words like, “Exposé” and “investigation” when spewing the latest gossip they themselves started. I’m not even sure how this happens but it does, and it happens on prime time television. All that said, my actual rant isn’t about the gossip itself but about jobs created solely for the purpose of tearing down other human beings.
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Unfortunately there are some issues that aren’t resolved with this theme so I have to go back to the very boring but super functional K2 template.
This template that I’m using right now has great artwork but it has bugs that I don’t care to deal with. I’d like to see it with a full date on the side as well as an edit button for each entry. When I try to edit an entry I have to do a heck of a lot of work to get to it and only from the admin page. Also, when I write a new entry I have to go back and edit the last entry so that the new entry will show up. Frustrating. There are a few other issues that I wont go into but….. I’ll miss the artwork on this one. I love the artwork.
This is something I was thinking about the other day when I saw the Pope on TV and when I saw several news reports on the subject of his speech. First off, let me say this entry is NOT about my belief about the guilt of the church. This entry is NOT about the crimes, the survivors, the priests or even religion. It’s about those caught in the middle and about what they must be feeling.
I’m confused by media statements recently. They’re vague yet definitive and therefore bothersome. I wonder if others have asked for further explanation into statements such as,
Illegal immigrants bring crime.
Immigrants from where? Are we talking about immigrants from the Sudan, from France, Canada? From where?
Specifically what crimes are illegal immigrants committing that American citizens are not?
Where do these people come from? I said I’m rather domestic in relationships not that I’m submissive in the S&M way. At no time did I say I wanted a dominatrix to contact me? First off it scares the crap out of me. I wanted to know where this person lived so I could gauge the threat level. Thank goodness she lives a good long way away, a safe distance. Gracious.
I like Facebook a lot. I’ve spent more time over there the last few days than anywhere else on the net but at no time did I send out a damn invited for any damn thing. Still I got an email and a friend invite from a dominatrix. I didn’t know she was and her name didn’t give it away either. Not until I looked at her photos and saw the whips, chains and other shit I didn’t need to see did I realize what I was walking into. My heart raced. I wanted to run. I panicked for just a few minutes then got myself grounded enough to take her off my friend’s list.
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