OK, no, I don't know where my last post came from. I tend to write things like that when I'm in a low mood, and this one has NOTHING to do with my life right now.

Just popped into my head. I was, for some reason, thinking of those girls who pick bad boys and fully buy into the idea that men are supposed to treat them that way, even though they ( Read more... )

Scene - my office, a room about the size of the average living-dining room in most houses, with small cubbies around the perimeter. Seven stations. All of them are full ( Read more... )

Hmm. 7-Eleven stores sell some fairly random stuff, depending on where they're located. The one near my workplace? Golf balls. Not a golf course to be had, but they sell golf balls.

Just... huh.

Hey, guess what ( Read more... )

There is nasty rage-y flailing at me! WTF, I say ( Read more... )

I've been off the interbuttz for roughly three weeks now. This has not stopped nor even slowed the flow of annoying, loony, and just plain stupid callers. Not even a little. Cut for the teal deer herds.

( I’ve Told You This Isn’t The Escort Agency )

I am a frigging MAGNET for the mentally ill. I don't get how or why, but it sure seems to be true.

Did I ever tell you nice folks about the security guard who rambled at me about MRIs and mind control? I speak to him every night that I work. He doesn't talk about this stuff very much, and I'm grateful. It's creepy shit. ( It's also really very sad. )

Sitting in a Tim Hortons, waiting for an appointment, I overheard a trio of young, well-scrubbed men discussing something biblical. I'm not sure what it was, actually, but two of them had their bibles out and were paging through and citing all kinds of references, correcting each other on the meaning of some passages and doing the Exasperated Sigh ( Read more... )

When The Brother moved here from Back East a couple of years ago, he seemed really interested in tales of the local hooker horde, them what camped along a couple of streets not far from Ye Olde Flat of Diaz. For a long time, I figured his interest was in the comedy, as there used to be a woman who lived along one of those streets who had a habit of ( Read more... )