1+8, 3+3+3, 2+7, 9+0…and that’s just addition
I’m about 30 seconds from being done with Facebook.
I don’t want to go into details about my views on all the stuff that’s going around, but there’s been nothing but anger and vitriol in my newsfeed. Some of it I agree with wholeheartedly, but there’s more that I can’t agree with.
It seems that some of my friends are incapable of having grown up discussions about racism, murder, Orwell, class warfare, socialism, and even communism. (Yeah, that’s a very weird and varied list.)
I’ve been told multiple times that my political views are bullshit. That I’m an asshole for loving Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. That liberalism is destroying the world. That Ukraine deserves to be taken over by Russia. That cops are murderous pigs. That we need to have discussions about how cameras on cops fail people. That we need to have discussions about racism. That we need to be the ones to make the changes in our world.
Maybe not all of these were direct, but they were pointed enough to make me feel like shit.
I ended up having to unfriend the loudest voice and I may have to unfriend the second loudest. And that makes me sad because, for the most part, they are good people. They just aren’t making good choices when it comes to what they’re saying.
I am all for having conversations on these topics, but I know I can’t discuss them rationally because of my passion and my “bullshit liberal views” so I stay quiet.
If you want the world to change, then you should get off your fucking soapbox, take the time to learn what it is you’re shouting about, and then DO SOMETHING about it.
/end of rant/
alright, which one of you posted this to the interwebs?
So much I want to talk about…
Let’s start with the fact that I’m thankful I can afford to stuff my face until I feel like I’m going to barf. Or that I’m “rich enough to not have to shop on Black Friday.” I don’t know… to me (even though it’s only J and I) Thanksgiving has always been about family. Not the countdown to buy shit for Christmas.
The only store I will ever shop at on a holiday is LL Bean and that’s because - as the story goes - he opened his store 24-7-365 for hunters. He didn’t keep his store open on the holidays just to turn a profit. It’s obvious, too, that LL Bean’s employees LIKE working the holidays. A lot of the ones I’ve talked to do it by CHOICE. They’re not forced to get up at fuck o’clock in the morning so they can be prepared for the onslaught of bargain shoppers.
The job continues to be stressful, but for different reasons now.
They let our Director of Finance go. We were without a boss for a week. On the new Director’s third day, my co-worker gave his notice. He hadn’t done any fucking work in the two weeks he ‘worked’. Then, he bitched and moaned that we were cheating him out of a week’s salary. Jesus jumping Christ on a fucking pogo stick. I’m torn between hating myself for lying to his new boss to get him the fuck out of our building and laughing hysterically because his new boss doesn’t know what a numb nuts this kid really is.
There is sooooo much work to do and I’m not allowed to work overtime. I get where my boss is coming from, but she doesn’t get the fact that I need to work. I can’t live with the piles on my desk.
I guess, it’s the ‘good’ kind. I’m in the finance office instead of a cube, I like the new Director, and I got a quasi-promotion. (More work, no title, and definitely no raise.)
I’m knitting socks for a friend who went through a rough time and damn! She’s got some big fucking feet! As luck would have it, her feet are about J’s size, so he’s been trying them on as I work. I don’t know what I’d do without him… and that’s not just because he kills the spiders and wears purple socks.
I’m going to go slip into my turkey coma now, so may whatever’s left of your Thursday be a good one and try not to kill each other tomorrow AM.
this is ridiculously amusing
I’ve been to London three times, walked up and down this bridge countless times, and never once noticed the shadow.
HOW THE FUCK DID I MISS A PENIS BRIDGE?!?!
Photo from here: 32 Pictures That Will Make Londoners Laugh Every Single Time
tom felton aka draco malfoy :: then and now
One of the nice things about fan fiction based on visual mediums (tv / movies), is the wealth of screen grabs you can find. I have a whole selection of Harry Potter pictures I’ve been using as reference, or reminders, of the movies. Granted, my memories of the books is shot, but I will reread the English versions shortly because I need to fill in some of the blanks in my Drarry fic. (And then, hopefully, the Ukie versions!)
Speaking of fan fiction, OH. MY. MOTHER. FUCKING. GOD.
SPN’s 200th episode was all kinds of awesome. All the inside jokes. All the nods to the creative energy of the fandom. The cover of “Carry On My Wayward Son”… Our anthem, beautifully done.
I love this fandom so much that I can’t even express what it means to me. All the people I’ve met, the crazy shit I’ve done, all in the name of a show that’s about these two brothers. It shouldn’t work as well as it does.
Texts from this morning - from a guy I dated in high school:
HIM: I felt like I should get in touch with you after the strange morning I’ve had.
ME: Why? What happened?
I don’t want you to think I’ve climbed on the creepy train. It might come across a bit… wrong.
You can’t say something like that and expect me to ignore it.
So, you know how certain sights and sounds remind you of things from the past? Don’t that this all creepy like, because it’s nothing like that, but I was standing in line at a convenience store and the woman behind me smelled exactly like you did in high school. I know. Psycho, right? But seriously. I truly turned around expecting to see you behind me… Feel free to call me creepy. I know it sounds a bit like that.
You remember how I smelled in high school? That is creepy. LOL What the hell did I smell like? BO?
No. Not like that. You smelled good. It was just distinctive to you. I liked it. I can say that I am truly embarrassed by this now.
Don’t be. It’s kind of awesome.
I’m glad you think so. This conversation was going all kinds of awkwardly for me. LOL
I think it’s a testament to our friendship that we can even have this discussion… you totally made my day (in a weird way, but it is what it is.)
I have some of the weirdest fucking people in my life and I’m keeping it that way.
i believe my exact words were ‘i am not nearly drunk enough for this shit’
Let’s get the good stuff out of the way: my idiots won the elections. So. Woo. And stuff.
UCONN FUCKING SHUT OUT BC THE OTHER NIGHT. UCONN.
I danced my little ass off all day… I sang the fight song, I giggled, and I skipped. All at work.
BU plays BC tonight (*cough* overrated *cough*) and tomorrow, I’m headed into Boston early to watch the UConn football game before heading to Agganis to watch UConn beat BU.
My co-worker decided to give his notice yesterday. It didn’t have anything to do with the new boss - just more along the fact that he’s had three bosses in a year and he doesn’t want to follow the GS career path. He’s not interested in moving around the country and chasing promotions. I don’t give two fucks where I live anymore… to a point. If I need to move to get a promotion, and I like the area, sign me up.
I’m not sure how to continue on with the whole moving to the UK thing, so I’m just going to let it rest. I can’t get answers from immigration attorneys, and I’m happy with my current job, so we’ll just have to see how it plays out. If only I was interested in grad school… unfortunately, I’m schooled out for now.
OK… game time.
FUCK ‘EM UP! FUCK ‘EM UP! BC SUCKS!