Reflecting on this past week
When I asked my co-worker Glory what time it was, and she said that it was 4:50, a huge burst of excitement flowed through me. Ten minutes left of this hellish week to go before I am free. Ahhh....relief. A light at the end of the tunnel shines. Work was kinda crazy as I continue to adjust into a larger work load with less time to accomplish it in. Fridays are supposed to be a backlog day where we catch up on, well, of course, backlogged work. You would think that this would mean that people will allow me the opportunity to catch my breath. No, it was not going to happen. A sudden panic attack from an attorney surfaced, and was quelled within the course of my hour-long lunch break (which I religiously partake in). After reading the flood of e-mails on the matter, I just became frazzled. UGH. In the end, the frazzled state of mind proved to be overblown. Once again, the "Mr. Melodramatic" facet of my personsality reared his ugly head.
Well, anyway, I survived the work week (with very little money - the switch from weekly paychecks of the temp-world to 15th and last day of the month paydays of the real-world - UGH again). The arrival of 4:50 provided me with a glimmer of hope that I will make it out alive.
So, I thought that I would treat myself to a mellow evening where the "lazy ass" facet of my personality can dominate my time. I made a frozen pizza from Red Baron and perused the Internet. The Internet is a wonderful place to peruse, but it is also a hellish place to be, depending on the situation. My blood always starts to boil whenever I come to a page devoted to Right-Wingers "Talking Out of their Asses" Points or the delusional, devoid concept known as the Ex-Gay. This is the region of the Internet where gay adoption, gay marriage, eating fruity cereal vs. Cocoa Puffs, "wardrobe malfunctions" and cartoon characters partaking in "radical lifestyles" are actions that are threatening the fabric of the American family. The shit that flies from the mouths of Ann Coultier, James Dobson, Pat Robertson, Karl Rove, Schrub, Oregon's own Lon Mabon, and the rest of that ilk never ceases to amaze me. Hence, the blood begins to boil.
As an American, I am outraged, angry, frustrated, disappointed with, and worried about the state of our nation right now. Worse yet, this rhetorical bullshit is continually perpetuated by the media, what have you...The priorities of our President, Mr. Fucktard, is ludicrous. Here we are, spending Billions on a war with a country that apparently never really had any WMD, while another, North Korea, is shrugged off by the U.S.
I am outraged by the woman who lied to police, claiming that she saw a couple arguing in their car, and threw their few day-old baby out the window, which turned out to be a lie. She simply did not want this child so she made up this story, invented when she happened to see another couple fighting in the street. Yet, allowing loving couples (who by default are gay or lesbian) is viewed as such a horrible thing??? Did I say that this is ludicrous? The thought of wondering how many children would still be alive if it weren't for the fact that they were returned to a violent and hostile family environment (by various state-run Health and Family Services agencies, even when they have been repeatedly been warned about these horrible conditions) just makes me sick.
Like I said, I am frustrated and angry with the state of our nation. These feelings have numbed my brain. I am worn out and flatlining mentally. I have an idea - Build myself a decompression chamber. Another idea - badly-needed physical and mental makeover. Is there such a thing as a mental makeover? Hmmmm....maybe in the future. More on that later.
I have a jumbled mess of thoughts running through my head that I need time to sort it all out. I have been contemplating seeing a counselor for a long time, but have been slightly afraid of confronting some of these frustrations. But, I gotta address these issues, face to face.
On the bright side of things, Moby, or Lil' Mobes as I like to affectionately call him, recently launched a new site devoted to his new album, Hotel. You can register and are given a room number in the "Virtual Hotel" and you get exclusive stuff like the new video and backgrounds/screensavers. Fun to be had at the Moby Hotel.
Playlist associated with the creation of this blog:
We Float, P.J. Harvey
Tracks from Uh Huh Her, P.J. Harvey
Inside All The People (Deep Dish Remix), Planet Funk
Ask Yourself, Plastikman
Well, anyway, I survived the work week (with very little money - the switch from weekly paychecks of the temp-world to 15th and last day of the month paydays of the real-world - UGH again). The arrival of 4:50 provided me with a glimmer of hope that I will make it out alive.
So, I thought that I would treat myself to a mellow evening where the "lazy ass" facet of my personality can dominate my time. I made a frozen pizza from Red Baron and perused the Internet. The Internet is a wonderful place to peruse, but it is also a hellish place to be, depending on the situation. My blood always starts to boil whenever I come to a page devoted to Right-Wingers "Talking Out of their Asses" Points or the delusional, devoid concept known as the Ex-Gay. This is the region of the Internet where gay adoption, gay marriage, eating fruity cereal vs. Cocoa Puffs, "wardrobe malfunctions" and cartoon characters partaking in "radical lifestyles" are actions that are threatening the fabric of the American family. The shit that flies from the mouths of Ann Coultier, James Dobson, Pat Robertson, Karl Rove, Schrub, Oregon's own Lon Mabon, and the rest of that ilk never ceases to amaze me. Hence, the blood begins to boil.
As an American, I am outraged, angry, frustrated, disappointed with, and worried about the state of our nation right now. Worse yet, this rhetorical bullshit is continually perpetuated by the media, what have you...The priorities of our President, Mr. Fucktard, is ludicrous. Here we are, spending Billions on a war with a country that apparently never really had any WMD, while another, North Korea, is shrugged off by the U.S.
I am outraged by the woman who lied to police, claiming that she saw a couple arguing in their car, and threw their few day-old baby out the window, which turned out to be a lie. She simply did not want this child so she made up this story, invented when she happened to see another couple fighting in the street. Yet, allowing loving couples (who by default are gay or lesbian) is viewed as such a horrible thing??? Did I say that this is ludicrous? The thought of wondering how many children would still be alive if it weren't for the fact that they were returned to a violent and hostile family environment (by various state-run Health and Family Services agencies, even when they have been repeatedly been warned about these horrible conditions) just makes me sick.
Like I said, I am frustrated and angry with the state of our nation. These feelings have numbed my brain. I am worn out and flatlining mentally. I have an idea - Build myself a decompression chamber. Another idea - badly-needed physical and mental makeover. Is there such a thing as a mental makeover? Hmmmm....maybe in the future. More on that later.
I have a jumbled mess of thoughts running through my head that I need time to sort it all out. I have been contemplating seeing a counselor for a long time, but have been slightly afraid of confronting some of these frustrations. But, I gotta address these issues, face to face.
On the bright side of things, Moby, or Lil' Mobes as I like to affectionately call him, recently launched a new site devoted to his new album, Hotel. You can register and are given a room number in the "Virtual Hotel" and you get exclusive stuff like the new video and backgrounds/screensavers. Fun to be had at the Moby Hotel.
Playlist associated with the creation of this blog:
We Float, P.J. Harvey
Tracks from Uh Huh Her, P.J. Harvey
Inside All The People (Deep Dish Remix), Planet Funk
Ask Yourself, Plastikman
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