Friday, January 09, 2004
Today is the day[_________________________]
You can use your noodle to fill in end of that sentance. For some of us who went through Bible school perhaps, "that the Lord has made." comes quickly to mind. For those of us going through hard times perhaps, "I get back on my feet and give it my best shot!" would be an appropriate way to finish that sentance. For me on the other hand, I have to end that sentace with, "that the bills get paid!" A painful day in my life where I go to the bank, fully realizing that I don't have any money, and I take out money from my surplus of no money, to pay bills from previous days when I also...you guessed it, didn't have money. That mixed with the fact that I'm the worst banker in the world brings me to a painful period of time where I try to sweet talk the bank teller into not thinking I'm a complete idiot(i usually fail).
Something else comes to mind here: banks are like airports. Apparently there is an unspoken rule that says you can't make jokes or have fun of any kind while inside. All joking small talk is seen as a threat and if you make too many jokes about the amount of snow we have outside the teller will (1) take an extra long time confirming your identity, and (2) will pull the manager asside just to converse about you just out of ear-shot. I guess its true. You can't buy happiness. Those people have all the money in the world and they still talk to you like their cat just died.
You can use your noodle to fill in end of that sentance. For some of us who went through Bible school perhaps, "that the Lord has made." comes quickly to mind. For those of us going through hard times perhaps, "I get back on my feet and give it my best shot!" would be an appropriate way to finish that sentance. For me on the other hand, I have to end that sentace with, "that the bills get paid!" A painful day in my life where I go to the bank, fully realizing that I don't have any money, and I take out money from my surplus of no money, to pay bills from previous days when I also...you guessed it, didn't have money. That mixed with the fact that I'm the worst banker in the world brings me to a painful period of time where I try to sweet talk the bank teller into not thinking I'm a complete idiot(i usually fail).
Something else comes to mind here: banks are like airports. Apparently there is an unspoken rule that says you can't make jokes or have fun of any kind while inside. All joking small talk is seen as a threat and if you make too many jokes about the amount of snow we have outside the teller will (1) take an extra long time confirming your identity, and (2) will pull the manager asside just to converse about you just out of ear-shot. I guess its true. You can't buy happiness. Those people have all the money in the world and they still talk to you like their cat just died.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Ya'll try to hate me, then rate me, cause you aint me!
[Whatever the hell that means.]
Over the past 2 weeks I've been wondering what the hell i'm doing sitting around all the time complaining about why everyone else is making it happen while I just stand by and get fatter. (not the use of an 'f' rather than the 'ph') I am so worried about what everyone else is doing, that I rarely ask myself, "Where am I going? What am I doing?"
That's about all of my life changing thougts at this time. In other news I've decided that in the event that i'm stranded on a desserted island with one other person, I being the giving humanitarian that I am should give myself up, and eat the other person on the island to survive. The way I see it, I'm probably bad for your health and if one would go so far as to try and consume me(I know that seems far fetched to any of you that have seen my arms...there's a lot of meat there--> i mean consume me over a period of a year prolly) it would probably be worse than starving. I, therefore, believe that I should be the bigger person and sacrifice myself and kill the other person on the island and eat them. Just a thought while I was cooking dinner.
[Whatever the hell that means.]
Over the past 2 weeks I've been wondering what the hell i'm doing sitting around all the time complaining about why everyone else is making it happen while I just stand by and get fatter. (not the use of an 'f' rather than the 'ph') I am so worried about what everyone else is doing, that I rarely ask myself, "Where am I going? What am I doing?"
That's about all of my life changing thougts at this time. In other news I've decided that in the event that i'm stranded on a desserted island with one other person, I being the giving humanitarian that I am should give myself up, and eat the other person on the island to survive. The way I see it, I'm probably bad for your health and if one would go so far as to try and consume me(I know that seems far fetched to any of you that have seen my arms...there's a lot of meat there--> i mean consume me over a period of a year prolly) it would probably be worse than starving. I, therefore, believe that I should be the bigger person and sacrifice myself and kill the other person on the island and eat them. Just a thought while I was cooking dinner.
