So...you remember when that movie The Craft came out and every sociably inept and mildly depressed girl got really into what they thought was the occult, which eventfully turned into either a Marilyn Manson or Pantera musical commitment....yea me too. But today is about Bunnys and chocolate and hiding stuff around your house, sorta like everyday for an 7 year old girl and tweekers. Penelope was the hit of two family gatherings, and she was pretty cute.
Man, work sucks. No does want they want to do, sure some people do something they like, and some people are probably doing what they want to do. But not really. If I could work in a Library, that would be sick...if all my friends worked int hat library it would be sicker. The problem with work is your coworkers. You spend most of your day with them, and in close proximity. Like if girls hang around each other long enough don't they start menstruating together? Of topic sorry...but yea, like that is how close you are with co-workers. Some people may work with there friends and some folk might even become friends with co-workers, but it would be entirely way more awesome if it was all friends no filler.
Coworkers are a sorted and varied bunch, I hate most of them, and its only because they aren't my friends, they disagree with me, they don't listen to the same music, they have no idea what I am really about (same with me, so I guess we have that in common, anyway...) Variety is the spice of life, but there are some times when you want a rice cake (get it no spice, huh, metaphor or is it simile or is it imagery...word play? analogue? shit!)
See work gets real interesting when conversations get started, and these people who have no clue what you are all about, start talking you up like you agree with them. Like because I am a guy they want to talk sports (i know more about sports and what every score is to everything, by the way, so I dominate these convos, but that's not the point because I don't initiate them) they want to talk about "ass" (this is the point where you have to tap your inner Bobby green and try and gross them out so the "ass" talk ends, because A) they aren't actually getting ass and B) the chick is usually gross.) Then they want to talk religion or politics.
It gets awkward because my coworkers have no idea that I would support legalization of prostitution, marijuana, allow gay marriage, remove the borders with Mexico and Canada and care little about Obama or republicans. As far as God, Jesus was just some dude, god may or may not exist, it is not up to me to decide and organized religion is retarded. So try and have any conversation with someone with out confusing them or making them think you belong in a cabin in the woods is not going to happen.
So long build up first, a phrase that is getting over used is stimulus package. What the hell is that any way? I know Arizona is getting audited for its use, but other than that, this hot button key word is annoying. Talk radio is dominated by the pros and cons of bailouts and stimulus packages, but serious stop. What is the stimulus package...ok...really...uh huh...yea. Ok now shut up. Talk about Darfur...in a positive light, not about the hippyHollywood types supporting it, about how we all need to. Use a different word for stimulus package...can't we lets say every 3rd time call it the bailout box or the big ass loan from the government...something.
this was weak I know, its late, no excuse...run on sentences...poor diction and grammar...no end in site....
The baby may or may not smile at me when I contentiously make obnoxious noise, which is cool. Me and the wife have some stuff brewing, and yes it is poop, but we also have some other endeavors (and yes more poop). More on that as tomorrow passe's. We are growing increasingly hyped on the baby (I speak for me in the term we) and are looking forward to her coming out party (and the Resurrection anniversary of some dead jew) next weekend. My family is pumped, I am sure hers is also.
So to fill up some space, I want to talk about clothes. Specifically wearing pajamas in public. When did this become accepted? i have noticed it for years, but seriously, when did parents stop caring, the public at large lower its standards, when did this become acceptable outing garb? I was at a coffee shop (it was a Starbucks) and this girl came in with an application, she was wearing some flowing pajamas bottoms and a tank top and flip flops. To turn in an application , the gall! But what angered me the most was she was wearing a bra. She woke up and put enough effort to take off her night shirt and put on a bra, but not proper pants or shoes! To turn in an application. This is the hay day of hammer pants and the ilk, its 2009 pajama bottoms are not pants. Another example, I was at an eatery (it was Chompies) and a girl and her boyfriend/husband came in. He was fully dressed with legitimate pants, shoes that tied a shirt and even a hat. She was wearing pajama bottoms and some thrift store little league shirt, probably a bra. They looked pretty tore up from the night before, but the dude took the effort to put pants on. Seriously. Women (the one who reads this, as I have a very limited fan base) please wear pants in public. If your in and out (hey-oh!) that's fine, but if your planning on staying 10 minutes, pants/shorts/skirt/skorp/knickers. That is all.
--til I think of something better to write.
--oh and Loren is upping the picture anti, so I will take my camera to document my day some time this week.
Hola! We may or may not buy a mid century ranch home some time this year. But we might also. Something that gets us hyped on home owning, is:paint, grape atrium's with wine coolers (not the drink, things that cool wine), double panned glass, and a pool. So yeah. I am lame, butting getting better, i am sure an inspired and awesome blog will soon coming bear ling down the interweb.