Archive for August, 2006

There’s nothing that drives me more insane than bullyism. Yes, I’ve been a victim of it. I remember in first grade I was teased viciously by older kids for some stupid reason or another. I remember running off to hide somewhere, crying, being afraid of people taller than me, trying to find a safe place [...]


It annoys the hell out of me when people try to act smart when they’re clearly not. They do all this research, they figure out all these things, they ask millions of people stuff, and then they want to “report to you” to tell you all their findings. I really DON’T CARE. If you found [...]


Mini-Saga #3

19Aug06

Bad things happen in slow motion. The rock bounced up high several times before it hit the car, and she saw it plainly through the windshield, face to face, as if it were coming by to say hello. And then the sound of the impact against the glass terrified her and she gasped.


To that asshole who is always emailing me and inferring in cryptic ways that I’m not doing my job, F— off. How would you react if I did that to you? Would you assume responsibility and say, “Yes, I’m not doing my job, I should be fired” or would you make false excuses for yourself? [...]


Mini-Saga #2

15Aug06

(By the way, I’m doing these as part of some exercise that I read about in that all-knowing book “A Whole New Mind”…get your copy…TODAY! 50-word stories.)
Her heart was pounding. Why did she feel so nervous? It’s not like she hadn’t killed before. She paused and remembered that day, when she had left him to [...]


Mini-Saga #1

09Aug06

She knew that if she said anything, she would be giving up everything she believed in, everything she stood for. So she remained quiet. It was tough going through an entire day without uttering a single word. Then finally at 5 o’clock, same as always, he got up and headed toward the door. “Bye…” he [...]


It irks me when people obviously only think of themselves. You see it everywhere in the world. If people would only take two minutes and think about what it’s like from another person’s point of view, then maybe we’d stop having pointless wars and idiots wasting time.


When I got married, I didn’t specify a dress code. Maybe I should have, because then my “wedding coordinator” wouldn’t have shown up in a mumu and birkenstocks. Ok, so she broke her foot, fine. But a mumu? Honestly.
I hate dressing up. I hate it when I have to wear a specific outfit to go [...]