Stir It Up

So, at work, as always, but today is a day unlike all the others. Why you ask? Well, because the Minuscule Tool and the Giant Baby Tuna are no longer here!! Unfortunately, not forever, just until Monday. Who the fuck is that you ask? Well, those are my bosses. No names allowed unless they somehow stumble along my blog, in which case i will probably get fired anyway because there are only two of them and they will know exactly who i'm talking about. A risk i should be taking? I don't care, it's too good to pass up. I don't know how Giant Baby Tuna (GBT) for short got his name really, just during one of my bizarre conversations with Paige (Zeeswagga - ch ch ch check it out) about how weird people are, especially him, but i DO know how the Minuscule Tool got his name...because he's far too short with an ego far too big. And he's just a tool. Like really, you think of a bro, a tool, a douche, he is the epitome of all of them, with a faux hawk and a huge truck to boot. But hallelujah the day has come where they have both left the office for two days of normal workday bliss! And by bliss i mean i am free to blog in peace and text while i work without getting written up, because God forbid i look at my phone in between emails and phone calls. I am pretty sure, if i managed to text all my way through high school, i can do just fine at work as well. (oh p.s. if you want a website DON'T call us, you'll just add to my workload & you'll just be mad at how long it takes with Business Promotion). Okay so in all honesty, i do like my job, i need the money, the girls i work with are cool, albeit there are only 3 other girls that work here, but they're cool, and the designers aren't too bad either, graphic designers are a different breed of men (interjection!: I say men because all the designers i work with are men, i understand there are some fantastic female graphic designers, so calm yourself, i know it goes both ways) i feel they're a lot funnier, weirder but a shitload funnier than most, i just cannot stand the owners! I mean, yes owning your own company (uhm reality check you've only had it for almost a year) does give you the authority to micromanage and not do a thing all day, but have you ever realized what it does for the morale of your employees? Nothing, it just pisses them off. Why the fuck should i keep typing and calling away to update these bitches of their website status while you walk around the office and bother me with stupid comments and every time i cough tell me i should "make some lifestyle changes". NO, no i shouldn't, and it would take a person i respect far more than YOU Minuscule Tool, to make me change anyway, so save your breath and ride your bike to your frat party to flirt with girls and forget you have a wife.
Wife? Husband? Marriage is weird. I just can't see myself being tied to one person for the rest of my life until one day one of us decides they change their mind and my life gets turned upside down by a messy divorce. Now you're probably thinking, "wow i bet her parents got divorced and she's scared of the same thing." No, stupid idiot, they are not divorced, they are still married and very much in love, there are just far too many creeps in this world for me to keep the faith in regards to true love. I know it sounds pessimistic, but i like to view myself as more of a realist instead. Just calling 'em as i see 'em ya know? At least in my 19 years of young love experience and perverted teenage boys, i don't see much monogamy in my future. Wow, i sound so bitter for being so young don't I? I mean, i really would love nothing more for the perfect adorable punk bad ass music loving snowboarding awesome dressing hilarious boy of my dreams to just leap into my life and prove me wrong, but boys these days are making me feel bad for having such high standards. Hmm, how many things are wrong with that sentence? I can count a few, which has completely diverted me from my original topic (which i'll post about later, it's too good to divulge just yet) to that of, why do people suck so bad? I'm not some man hating bitch i swear to you, i actually have more guy friends than girl friends when i think of it, but really, people seem to suck a lot more lately when i start to pay attention to things i hear. Albeit i AM an avid reader of the website fmylife.com, i'm sure some of them are fake yaddayadayada, but really there are some pretty ridiculous situations on there. I feel grateful for the fact that i can't even begin to wrap my head around some of the shitty things people do, which in my mind really just verifies the fact that i am just a good person, easy as that! Example:

Today, my fitness trainer husband told me that if I could not make the commitment to stay thin, he could not make the commitment to stay with me. FML

Okay, WHAT?!?! Are you kidding me? First off i don't really have any sympathy for this person because, well i don't have sympathy for people very often (i feel empathy serves everyone better in the long run, your problems won't go away just because i agree with how bad they suck i promise), but come on lady, i'm sure there were some signs along the way that you were marrying a shallow materialistic prick, but wow, who in the world thinks they call the shots THAT much? Control freaks drive me crazy, i understand the OCD's of this world, hell i could probably be thrown into that category myself if it really comes down to it, but who do you think you are to tell everyone in your life what they can and can't do? We're given free will so we don't have to listen to ass holes like you, regardless of the consequences good or bad. I mean these people go around their whole lives, bossing their parents when they're little tykes, their friends in high school (you know the mean girls of this world), their partner in relationships, the poor fools, and finally their little monsters of their own. I live for the moments when people like this finally "get what's coming to them" whatever that may be, and kudos to those who throw caution to the wind and stand up to people like this, even if you do end up jobless or divorced. It's probably better for you in the long run anyways! So there's an upside! (see i really am positive!) Funny, how strangely enough this tangent has brought me back round trip to the Minuscule Tool...bastard. Well, for now i'm done, my eyes are starting to blur from staring at the computer screen without averting my eyes for too long, so here's some hella gnarly vidz 4 ur viewing pleasure LOLZ! But really they're good:



Okay and this little gem, which won't let me embed, but take a peek, it's the band my blog's named after, real swell band, and nothing better than this song as a sing-along in the car on the way up to a sunny day of fresh powder up the canyon, aaaah winter, how i miss you:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwwbXHNGsjU

Dirty Harry

Oh hey blogging world, forgot you were there. Okay so i have been slacking on the blog-age, mainly due to the fact that karma came around and bit me in the ass. All my bragging about my easy job and nothing to do except blog my life away...the job's still here and the free time has flown out the window, who'd have guessed?!?!
So I've realized, that i love to talk, hence i love to blog! I think that this weirds people out…i could be wrong, but most likely I'm not. I mean, i could talk to basically anyone about anything, but not everyone likes to talk to just anyone, about anything. Sometimes people almost seem offended, like have you ever been in an awkward situation with someone you don’t really know, so you try to make polite conversation, about something, anything, and they just stare at you like you have leprosy or are speaking Chinese? Uuuuhm hello? I just asked you what kind of music you like? It’s a pretty simple question!!! People are too awkward, I mean situations like that would be a lot easier to handle if you just roll with the flow of the conversation, which really isn’t that hard, especially if you’re talking to someone like me who will just keep going and going if you let them. Who knows, although I guess it does make for a pleasant surprise when you finally talk to someone who knows how to hold there own in a conversation. It reminds me that normal people still exist, and that texting and Facebooking hasn’t replaced EVERYONE’S social skills just yet.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good Facebook creep around every now and then when I’m bored out of mind, or to exchange pleasantries with people I enjoy but don’t really care about too much, there’s nothing wrong with that! But okay, the people who constantly update their lives like every two hours? Or looks through everyones pictures and updates to see what’s going on in the lives of everyone who’s clearly not friends with you enough for them to tell you themselves? That’s just a little bit creepy to me. I mean these people don’t talk to you for a reason….get a hint internet stalker.

Another site I don’t understand whaaaaatsoever: Twitter. Fucking Twitter. Whoever designed that should be lynched. I mean really? That’s disgusting, who follows those types of things? I once made a comment about how stupid I though it was, and someone told me it was because I “didn’t understand”. Oh really? Don’t I? It can’t be that complex…you update what you’re doing, all day…everyday. Uhm hello? This is called a blog. If I have stupid things I feel like other people should read, I will write them on here, not a one like basic Facebook status update turned worldwide takeover website. I don’t want to follow you on twitter, I really couldn’t care less what you do with your day, that’s your business, if I wanted to know I would follow you around, or text you.

I mean even texting is pretty lame! The only people I care to text are those who text like they talk, or people I can actually carry a conversation with. There’s no point texting me for small talk, I’ll reply, maybe 5 times max, and then I’m over it. My attention span isn’t that long, and I really don’t want to hear about how you are today, just get to the point, there’s probably an underlying reason as to why you’re texting me anyway, and if there is you should just get to it, I have a life and I feel it’s much better lived when I’m not staring at a screen…I already do it 8 hours a day. There’s nothing to understand about Twitter, except for the world to understand how pointless it is to use. Period. End of story. I mean, for you to be updating that many things…how are you actually doing the activities you’re updating about? That doesn’t make sense, and why do you feel like people need to know that you just left you’re house and you’re going to pick up dry cleaning? Or that you just got home and now you’re going to have dinner? Yeah I mean that’s what I figured you did when you went home in the evening…I don’t really care beyond that because your weird personal business is your own weird personal business….that’s why it’s…personal….business. I mean really at this point, I have basically lost almost all my faith in humanity. A little pessimism now and then never hurt anyone!

So like I said before, I’m a talker. I just like to talk, I enjoy interacting with other people, and I have far too many thoughts to keep my mouth shut at all times, it’s difficult to say the least. I mean I’m sure most people have a lot of thoughts throughout the day, but I feel like mine must be more than average, not to say I’m smarter than the average person, I just have a lot of thoughts, regardless of whether that’s just how I am, or due to the amount of psychedelics I’ve done, that’s just how my mind works. Apparently, the problem is that when I like to talk…I talk loud. I’ve been told it time and time again, but I never really realized it until about ten minutes ago, when I was told again. But first off, I mean why would you tell someone that? What am I supposed to do? Apologize for the level of my voice? It’s not like I can help it people. Second off, I swear I’m not THAT loud, but then again maybe I’m just used to it. I guess I would have to ask a complete stranger to really get an answer to that question, although strangers are often weirded out by me and probably would just say yes because they aren’t used to random females asking if the level of their voice makes them uncomfortable. Who knows?! The mysteries of life will apparently, remain just that, mysteries. And I will just have to keep pondering, and blogging with my theories.