The dolphin is dead... the dolphin is dead... Oh, come on you Bitch!
I think I remember why I stopped using the personals cold turkey. Because they are so incredibly damned boring! Though I did come up with a good catch phrase if I decided to re-tune my ad again (because I truly worship my own wit):
’My Soul Mates Like A Female Praying Mantis’
It might be too technical for the stock that’s out there though. I am not sure where some of these people get the idea they look good in their underwear, let alone having just a crotch shot as their main picture. I’m getting ready to replace the pic I have with Captain Kirk’s just to spice that place up a little. I guess we’ve discovered that I *am* trying to use the personals as a distraction today and since it’s not working it’s just my new focus of frustration.
In the bathroom I bumped into that buff kid I work with and we had what was probably our first real conversation in the past four years where he didn’t act like a moody S.O.B. giving birth when he talked to me. He asked about me "getting out of here" which I suppose was one of Life’s little reminders that time is not waiting for me as far as opportunities go.
On lunch Rockwell informed me that M. Night special I watched that enraged me was actually fake and the SciFi Channel released something about it last week apologizing for the confusion because I guess everyone thought it was real. Of course, I still did last night. Which reminds me of how I believed ’The Blair Witch Project’ was actual film footage found in the woods until after I saw it and then read a review about it a day later; completely freaked out all night before.
At Pizza Hut on lunch this troop of counselors and mentally retarded kids showed up. Amazingly, I have no jokes about it all to say. Aside from several of the counselors being cute, it was really cool to see them taking the class, or whatever it was, on a field trip to Pizza Hut. One of those tender, human-helping-human moments that makes even my heart thaw ever-so-slightly.
My manager wasn’t there today, but he was the last time we went. He’s still one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. His eyes are like deep pools of oil. Which, in this day and age, is a pretty big chunk of change.
My mom has made me her little confidant when it comes to matters of my sister it seems. She sent me an email this morning telling how she and my father went to my sister’s place yesterday and got back my DVD of ’28 Days Later’ my sis claimed she didn’t have. Written in between the lines, EVER so subtly, my mom expressed her annoyance at how my sister, as always, disregarded her responsibilities and shipped off to a day of sun and fun with her current future ex-boyfriend and his daughter and parents, and called my parents at the last minute to ask them to drive over at some point in the afternoon to let her dog out.
She’s had that dog for 10+ years now I think and I don’t think has ever displayed the responsibility levels that she deserves to have it. Thank god she doesn’t have any kids or it’d be more fucked up spawns to add to the degradation of society.
But, yes... my mother stated the facts about going over to my sister’s but in her sentences, you could just smell her annoyance. I mean, I don’t have a lot of room to talk, but I’ve moved way beyond the visiting point of my parents. Where as my sister, living only a burb over, calls them at every malfunction, repair and doggy-potty break she has. And, I know my sister, she does it most often in the most unappreciative way as if my parent’s services are expected. It’ll be a rude awakening for her when my parents aren’t around anymore and she has to wipe her own ass.
I just wish my sister would stop thinking she needs a man in her life to make it complete and would focus on cleaning up her debt and finding some damned direction. She’s watched too many Meg Ryan movies to think straight anymore. No, I am hardly perfect but at least I realize and readily admit my reliance on my parents has been one of the hindrances to my maturity and with the exception of a loan here and there and the total raping of my parents at Christmas, I try to be self-sufficient. I actually really feel bad every X-mas because my mother spends at least a thousand dollars on each of us, and double that for my dad. Where as he deserves it, she and I get enough throughout the year. But, it’s my mom’s ’way’ and I don’t think she’d be happy if she wasn’t showering us with electronics and CDs.
I know I am in a glass house here. But, my sister has always pissed me off with some of her behavior. We’re cut from the same cloth. I know she’s feeling lost. My mom tells me she’s been really depressed before. Her and I probably have parallel issues even though she thinks I am some gross, misguided faggot who should have ’told her’ when I was 14 or whatever and she could have ’helped me’.. Riiiiiight. Help yourself first please. Your house is falling apart, your finances are redder than sackcloth and your boyfriends are all second-hand trailer trash.
Sometimes the fact that I am so judgmental really bothers me. It’s a totally uncool thing to be.
’My Soul Mates Like A Female Praying Mantis’
It might be too technical for the stock that’s out there though. I am not sure where some of these people get the idea they look good in their underwear, let alone having just a crotch shot as their main picture. I’m getting ready to replace the pic I have with Captain Kirk’s just to spice that place up a little. I guess we’ve discovered that I *am* trying to use the personals as a distraction today and since it’s not working it’s just my new focus of frustration.
In the bathroom I bumped into that buff kid I work with and we had what was probably our first real conversation in the past four years where he didn’t act like a moody S.O.B. giving birth when he talked to me. He asked about me "getting out of here" which I suppose was one of Life’s little reminders that time is not waiting for me as far as opportunities go.
On lunch Rockwell informed me that M. Night special I watched that enraged me was actually fake and the SciFi Channel released something about it last week apologizing for the confusion because I guess everyone thought it was real. Of course, I still did last night. Which reminds me of how I believed ’The Blair Witch Project’ was actual film footage found in the woods until after I saw it and then read a review about it a day later; completely freaked out all night before.
At Pizza Hut on lunch this troop of counselors and mentally retarded kids showed up. Amazingly, I have no jokes about it all to say. Aside from several of the counselors being cute, it was really cool to see them taking the class, or whatever it was, on a field trip to Pizza Hut. One of those tender, human-helping-human moments that makes even my heart thaw ever-so-slightly.
My manager wasn’t there today, but he was the last time we went. He’s still one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. His eyes are like deep pools of oil. Which, in this day and age, is a pretty big chunk of change.
My mom has made me her little confidant when it comes to matters of my sister it seems. She sent me an email this morning telling how she and my father went to my sister’s place yesterday and got back my DVD of ’28 Days Later’ my sis claimed she didn’t have. Written in between the lines, EVER so subtly, my mom expressed her annoyance at how my sister, as always, disregarded her responsibilities and shipped off to a day of sun and fun with her current future ex-boyfriend and his daughter and parents, and called my parents at the last minute to ask them to drive over at some point in the afternoon to let her dog out.
She’s had that dog for 10+ years now I think and I don’t think has ever displayed the responsibility levels that she deserves to have it. Thank god she doesn’t have any kids or it’d be more fucked up spawns to add to the degradation of society.
But, yes... my mother stated the facts about going over to my sister’s but in her sentences, you could just smell her annoyance. I mean, I don’t have a lot of room to talk, but I’ve moved way beyond the visiting point of my parents. Where as my sister, living only a burb over, calls them at every malfunction, repair and doggy-potty break she has. And, I know my sister, she does it most often in the most unappreciative way as if my parent’s services are expected. It’ll be a rude awakening for her when my parents aren’t around anymore and she has to wipe her own ass.
I just wish my sister would stop thinking she needs a man in her life to make it complete and would focus on cleaning up her debt and finding some damned direction. She’s watched too many Meg Ryan movies to think straight anymore. No, I am hardly perfect but at least I realize and readily admit my reliance on my parents has been one of the hindrances to my maturity and with the exception of a loan here and there and the total raping of my parents at Christmas, I try to be self-sufficient. I actually really feel bad every X-mas because my mother spends at least a thousand dollars on each of us, and double that for my dad. Where as he deserves it, she and I get enough throughout the year. But, it’s my mom’s ’way’ and I don’t think she’d be happy if she wasn’t showering us with electronics and CDs.
I know I am in a glass house here. But, my sister has always pissed me off with some of her behavior. We’re cut from the same cloth. I know she’s feeling lost. My mom tells me she’s been really depressed before. Her and I probably have parallel issues even though she thinks I am some gross, misguided faggot who should have ’told her’ when I was 14 or whatever and she could have ’helped me’.. Riiiiiight. Help yourself first please. Your house is falling apart, your finances are redder than sackcloth and your boyfriends are all second-hand trailer trash.
Sometimes the fact that I am so judgmental really bothers me. It’s a totally uncool thing to be.