1.) If you are not interested, they ARE. Same with buying/selling on Craig’s list…. If you are interested in something.. the user usually never gets back to you!
2.)Fake people scamming on you to see your private pics….. fake people on Craig’s list wanting you to send out the product you’re selling and then “they’ll mail you the payment”!
3.)Someone will e-mail you, and instead of a courteous e-mail, it usually is a list of questions and demands that your profile clearly stated had they taken the time to read it…. Craig’s list users will e-mail you with demanding questions.. usually about information already present in the “for sale” ad.
4.) If you get an e-mail from either Craig’s list or your dating profile, that starts out with “Hello there, …..” you know you’re in for a scam of some sort!
5.)Neither users know how to draft an e-mail properly… this can be blamed on Facebook and all the iPhone users! When you do receive an e-mail it’s usually haphazardly written in incomplete sentences, no punctuation, or form.
6.) Dating site users often e-mail you asking “are you looking”.. Craig’s list users often e-mail you asking “is it still available”….. you can answer the question.. but THEY’LL NEVER respond back….
7.)Both users want to meet up at some point to either meet you or check out what you are selling… which is fine.. it’s necessary.. HOWEVER.. the user will e-mail you with a date and time already planned out and god help you if you had not penciled that in your schedule already!!!
8.) You want to date a certain age range or want a certain price for something… users think that an unrealistic price or age is NOT unreasonable!!
9.)Blocking and “Flagging” do absolutely nothing…. The user will just make a new account!!!
10.) Both users think that its fine to post a profile or item for sale…and not post any pictures….when question the users usually cry that they do not have a camera which is a bunch of shit.. since you know they more than likely have an iPhone (or a cell phone in general!)!!
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Politicians, Companies, Alcoholics and even Drag Queens do it….
Re-invent them selves!
I feel I am at the point of needing a “life” makeover. This makeover needs to allow for career, power, and social expansion while maintaining what I have. I just read Forbs list of how and who is powerful. I love these lists because each person they list they give a short interview, and you can learn a lot from it.
I am working on this like a company would for a marketing campaign, only the product will be my life.
I feel I am at the point of needing a “life” makeover. This makeover needs to allow for career, power, and social expansion while maintaining what I have. I just read Forbs list of how and who is powerful. I love these lists because each person they list they give a short interview, and you can learn a lot from it.
I am working on this like a company would for a marketing campaign, only the product will be my life.
Monday, July 18, 2011
My career plan doesn’t include you
Goals are over rated; any one can make a “goal” up and define what achievement is. And if your vocabulary is large enough you can make a “mow hill sound like a mountain”. The reality is that goals show up in our lives to constantly remind us that we DO fail at things. For example here were my goals several years ago:
Finish 4 year degree - FAIL
Move FAR away - FAIL
Travel FAR away - FAIL
The 4 year degree failed due to not enough hours in the day, moving failed due to my commitment in not picking up in leaving, and traveling failed due to the lack of money. They were my goals, and I’ve failed at all of them. BUT here are the events that occurred that weren’t goals.
Finished 2 year degree
Bought a house – (WHICH will now prevent me from moving any where for a few years)
I did travel to AZ which is pretty far.
I feel the same thing occurs at work for my “career goals”. I am sitting here looking at the questing “what do you want to do when you grow up” and I still can’t answer the damn thing. I have no idea, are you asking me what is realistic or what I dream about? What would be awesome, or what would pay the bills? And what is the age limit on this?
The bottom line is I HAVE not the slightest clue, nor do I really give a shit no more! And even if I do figure it out I am more than likely not qualified or have the experience needed.
When I was young I wanted to be a dolphin trainer, I should have done it. However the jobs are scarce and from what I understand you don’t get paid shit (In fact I am pretty sure your paid in fish). Instead I entered the wonderful world of business and IT, where some D-bag in academia comes up with a fucked up theory and then crams it down all the students’ throats. Those students then get into HR or some god awful position and know nothing but that theory; and can’t think outside the text book to save their damn lives. And it’s for this reason I blame higher education for taking corporate America to where it’s at today. I mean think about it, who invented the theory for S.M.A.R.T goals?
You don’t need to use S.M.A.R.T for real goals, they have all that in them when you set it. S.M.A.R.T was made up for…well made up goals; it makes them sound better. I like to call S.M.A.R.T goals DUMB goals:
D - Detailed
U - Unrelated
M – Made up
B – Bull shit
See.. now will my theory be lectured at PSU? NO!!
Finish 4 year degree - FAIL
Move FAR away - FAIL
Travel FAR away - FAIL
The 4 year degree failed due to not enough hours in the day, moving failed due to my commitment in not picking up in leaving, and traveling failed due to the lack of money. They were my goals, and I’ve failed at all of them. BUT here are the events that occurred that weren’t goals.
Finished 2 year degree
Bought a house – (WHICH will now prevent me from moving any where for a few years)
I did travel to AZ which is pretty far.
I feel the same thing occurs at work for my “career goals”. I am sitting here looking at the questing “what do you want to do when you grow up” and I still can’t answer the damn thing. I have no idea, are you asking me what is realistic or what I dream about? What would be awesome, or what would pay the bills? And what is the age limit on this?
The bottom line is I HAVE not the slightest clue, nor do I really give a shit no more! And even if I do figure it out I am more than likely not qualified or have the experience needed.
When I was young I wanted to be a dolphin trainer, I should have done it. However the jobs are scarce and from what I understand you don’t get paid shit (In fact I am pretty sure your paid in fish). Instead I entered the wonderful world of business and IT, where some D-bag in academia comes up with a fucked up theory and then crams it down all the students’ throats. Those students then get into HR or some god awful position and know nothing but that theory; and can’t think outside the text book to save their damn lives. And it’s for this reason I blame higher education for taking corporate America to where it’s at today. I mean think about it, who invented the theory for S.M.A.R.T goals?
You don’t need to use S.M.A.R.T for real goals, they have all that in them when you set it. S.M.A.R.T was made up for…well made up goals; it makes them sound better. I like to call S.M.A.R.T goals DUMB goals:
D - Detailed
U - Unrelated
M – Made up
B – Bull shit
See.. now will my theory be lectured at PSU? NO!!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Happy endings only happen in fairy tales and after a massage…
I am thoroughly convinced that I’ll never EVER have a happy ending to ANYTHING. Now don’t get me confused with the same helpless people that cry for attention or sympathy, sit on the floor and cry while cramming a tub of Ben and Jerry’s down their throat. My deal is simply a realization based on the facts of life. My nick name is “Debbie Downer”, due to the fact I never see the glass being half full! ITS ALWAYS half empty! I mean this day and age you need to be prepared for the worst, that way when it happens you have a plan of attack, and the shock isn’t quite as bad.
Take for example a simple house project I did of replacing the bathroom vanity. Pretty simple looking at it from a “the glass is half full” perspective: You shut the water off, disconnect everything, rip the vanity out, put the new one in, connect everything, and turn on the water.
Here’s how I look at it: I can shut the water off at the pipes coming into the bathroom, but the valve is more than likely broken (which I was right by the way) which would cause a big flood (which it did), the old vanity won’t just come out easily… I’ll more than likely have to fight with it and end up damaging the walls and other nonsense (which IT DID), the new vanity won’t work with pipes coming through the floor so I have to cut a hole in the bottom of it (which took several attempts to cut a big enough hole), I know for a fact once I connect these water lines there is going to be a leak (which there was, had to run off to Home Depot to get new connectors), I can turn the water back on but I won’t be upstairs to catch the water spraying out all over cause nothing I did worked (which I was right).
This is a day to day thing with me, even the grocery store. I could be in a line moving VERY slowly. So I’ll move to another line that is moving faster…WHICH will then move slower and the line I was originally in will move quicker. It happens all the time, so I now just stay put in the line with a savage look on my face of discontentment. I use to fight it but I am exhausted, same with arguing with people when they’re in the wrong… its just pointless now days.
The other day I found a cell phone in the middle of my road. I picked it up and thought about selling it on ebay to make a buck. But Karma is a bitch and I thought I’d “DO the right thing”….which turned out to be a bust! A number kept calling the phone so I decided that it was obviously the owner trying to find it; so I answered it. It was a woman who said it was her father’s phone. I explained how I found it and she could pick it up at my house’s mailbox… she went into explaining how her Dad overdosed on medication, needed medical attention and no one could find him. OH and how he live RIGHT up the road from me! I immediately knew I was fucked…I mean WHO tells a stranger all that shit? Guess who shows up at my house two days later? The “Dad”… he went on this rant about how his daughter stole the phone from him and he can’t get it back (pretty much blaming me he didn’t have his phone). I was like “I AM DONE.. its your deal.. maybe next time you won’t get FUCKED up and lose it!!” He then went on to ask me if I found a bottle of prescription medicine with it.. I told him to get off my property!... didn’t even get a thank you!
SEE what honesty gets you… a KICK right in the dick!! Your probably thinking..well that was a one time rarity..but your wrong. Found a phone at Lowes once had intentions of selling it too but then decided to turn it in, 10 mins later I get a NASTY text message on the phone about how I BETTER turn it in and threatening me to take legal action. So here is what a “the GLASS is half empty” thinker will do next time I come across a lost phone.. IT’S GETTING SMASHED!
Ok so I am a little off topic.. ADD is kicking in. Friendly’s sells “happy ending sundays” with their meals. The idea is good but what they don’t tell you is that, that happy ending is going straight to your ass and love handles. You’ll have to spend at least a good hour on the elliptical just to get rid of your happy ending before it turns to fat… and THAT’S not dealing with their overly caloried (yeah.. I made that word up) food. Don’t sound too happy now, does it?
Fairy tales and even movies always have them.. NO MATTER how bad the situation is YOU KNOW ITS going to turn out rainbows and lollipops. Its why I like the movies where the HERO dies, or the guy DOSEN”T get the girl, or the family pet dies… ITS life and that’s what happens. Hollywood sold our society an idea that good things come no matter how bad things get; yeah its cute to think that way may help you over come obstacles. But I am pretty sure religion does the same thing, and look where that’s gotten our society. So the mai bullet I’d like to make in this rant is that, IT’S not negative to actually plan for the worst… at least your not caught off guard!
"Life always has an unhappy ending, but you can have a lot of fun along the way, and everything doesn't have to be dripping in deep significance."
— Roger Ebert
Take for example a simple house project I did of replacing the bathroom vanity. Pretty simple looking at it from a “the glass is half full” perspective: You shut the water off, disconnect everything, rip the vanity out, put the new one in, connect everything, and turn on the water.
Here’s how I look at it: I can shut the water off at the pipes coming into the bathroom, but the valve is more than likely broken (which I was right by the way) which would cause a big flood (which it did), the old vanity won’t just come out easily… I’ll more than likely have to fight with it and end up damaging the walls and other nonsense (which IT DID), the new vanity won’t work with pipes coming through the floor so I have to cut a hole in the bottom of it (which took several attempts to cut a big enough hole), I know for a fact once I connect these water lines there is going to be a leak (which there was, had to run off to Home Depot to get new connectors), I can turn the water back on but I won’t be upstairs to catch the water spraying out all over cause nothing I did worked (which I was right).
This is a day to day thing with me, even the grocery store. I could be in a line moving VERY slowly. So I’ll move to another line that is moving faster…WHICH will then move slower and the line I was originally in will move quicker. It happens all the time, so I now just stay put in the line with a savage look on my face of discontentment. I use to fight it but I am exhausted, same with arguing with people when they’re in the wrong… its just pointless now days.
The other day I found a cell phone in the middle of my road. I picked it up and thought about selling it on ebay to make a buck. But Karma is a bitch and I thought I’d “DO the right thing”….which turned out to be a bust! A number kept calling the phone so I decided that it was obviously the owner trying to find it; so I answered it. It was a woman who said it was her father’s phone. I explained how I found it and she could pick it up at my house’s mailbox… she went into explaining how her Dad overdosed on medication, needed medical attention and no one could find him. OH and how he live RIGHT up the road from me! I immediately knew I was fucked…I mean WHO tells a stranger all that shit? Guess who shows up at my house two days later? The “Dad”… he went on this rant about how his daughter stole the phone from him and he can’t get it back (pretty much blaming me he didn’t have his phone). I was like “I AM DONE.. its your deal.. maybe next time you won’t get FUCKED up and lose it!!” He then went on to ask me if I found a bottle of prescription medicine with it.. I told him to get off my property!... didn’t even get a thank you!
SEE what honesty gets you… a KICK right in the dick!! Your probably thinking..well that was a one time rarity..but your wrong. Found a phone at Lowes once had intentions of selling it too but then decided to turn it in, 10 mins later I get a NASTY text message on the phone about how I BETTER turn it in and threatening me to take legal action. So here is what a “the GLASS is half empty” thinker will do next time I come across a lost phone.. IT’S GETTING SMASHED!
Ok so I am a little off topic.. ADD is kicking in. Friendly’s sells “happy ending sundays” with their meals. The idea is good but what they don’t tell you is that, that happy ending is going straight to your ass and love handles. You’ll have to spend at least a good hour on the elliptical just to get rid of your happy ending before it turns to fat… and THAT’S not dealing with their overly caloried (yeah.. I made that word up) food. Don’t sound too happy now, does it?
Fairy tales and even movies always have them.. NO MATTER how bad the situation is YOU KNOW ITS going to turn out rainbows and lollipops. Its why I like the movies where the HERO dies, or the guy DOSEN”T get the girl, or the family pet dies… ITS life and that’s what happens. Hollywood sold our society an idea that good things come no matter how bad things get; yeah its cute to think that way may help you over come obstacles. But I am pretty sure religion does the same thing, and look where that’s gotten our society. So the mai bullet I’d like to make in this rant is that, IT’S not negative to actually plan for the worst… at least your not caught off guard!
"Life always has an unhappy ending, but you can have a lot of fun along the way, and everything doesn't have to be dripping in deep significance."
— Roger Ebert
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The Jetsons ruined the future for me…
I am a huge cartoon freak, quite honestly I feel a cartoon is more entertaining then a human being; lets face it, a cartoon can do WAY more than ANY human can. And the ego isn’t there either, just look at Charlie Sheen. But I can honestly say that “The Jetsons” ruined the 21st century for me!
The Jetsons originally aired in the early 60’s (hence the reason George drank martinis, now days he’d be considered gay), then again in the late 80’s/90’s. The Jetsons lived in what I thought to be the future or 2011, etc. I mean they had cars that flew, buildings that could wipe your ass and take care of you, futuristic clothes, etc. And on top of all that everyone in the 90’s always ranted and raved about how the year 2000 cars would fly and things like that would happen. But look around, I mean hell people are still living in the 80’s; what the fuck happened!?
Its now 2011, cars are not flying and hell they can’t even run off alternative fuel. No one lives on Mars or the moon, and money in our budget isn’t even there (we’re too busy playing world police). Buildings have computer systems, but they’re not making me food, dressing me, or cleaning me. And the only futuristic clothing style I’ve seen was Lady Gaga, but fore she went post Madonna 80’s goth! Quite frankly it’s a sad failure to what I had built up in my mind as the future.
So now that I am here in 2011 and none of this stuff has happened, I can honestly say the new “future” for me has been pushed back to 3011. Maybe by then (assuming the human race hasn’t killed one another and this planet) we’ll have cars that fly, live on multiple planets, have space ships to go to other galaxies. Pretty much like my new favorite cartoon show “Futurama”.
I can now again let my mind wonder into the future and dream what it may be like to hop on a ship and go to Mar’s University, have a robot friend, or make out with a Cyclops, and even better see the edge of the universe! It then hit me that Futurama is now the updated Jetsons (minus the whole family crap), only a little bit more believable. I can feel the same way that everyone else in the 60’s on up felt like the 21st century would be like.
“I’ve got a wife, two kids, and 10 finance companies
to support. How am I suppose to pay my bills?”
George Jetson
The Jetsons originally aired in the early 60’s (hence the reason George drank martinis, now days he’d be considered gay), then again in the late 80’s/90’s. The Jetsons lived in what I thought to be the future or 2011, etc. I mean they had cars that flew, buildings that could wipe your ass and take care of you, futuristic clothes, etc. And on top of all that everyone in the 90’s always ranted and raved about how the year 2000 cars would fly and things like that would happen. But look around, I mean hell people are still living in the 80’s; what the fuck happened!?
Its now 2011, cars are not flying and hell they can’t even run off alternative fuel. No one lives on Mars or the moon, and money in our budget isn’t even there (we’re too busy playing world police). Buildings have computer systems, but they’re not making me food, dressing me, or cleaning me. And the only futuristic clothing style I’ve seen was Lady Gaga, but fore she went post Madonna 80’s goth! Quite frankly it’s a sad failure to what I had built up in my mind as the future.
So now that I am here in 2011 and none of this stuff has happened, I can honestly say the new “future” for me has been pushed back to 3011. Maybe by then (assuming the human race hasn’t killed one another and this planet) we’ll have cars that fly, live on multiple planets, have space ships to go to other galaxies. Pretty much like my new favorite cartoon show “Futurama”.
I can now again let my mind wonder into the future and dream what it may be like to hop on a ship and go to Mar’s University, have a robot friend, or make out with a Cyclops, and even better see the edge of the universe! It then hit me that Futurama is now the updated Jetsons (minus the whole family crap), only a little bit more believable. I can feel the same way that everyone else in the 60’s on up felt like the 21st century would be like.
“I’ve got a wife, two kids, and 10 finance companies
to support. How am I suppose to pay my bills?”
George Jetson
Monday, July 11, 2011
“Women don’t point….unless they’re buying shoes…”
John Gray wrote a book entitled “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus”. Gray was onto something here but I feel that both sexes come from the same long lost understood planet like Pluto. Why Pluto? Well everyone knows how it feels to be exiled from the rest of the group even though you’re exactly like it.
Women are defiantly not from a different plant than men; in fact both sexes are SOOO much alike it’s down right frightening. The only single difference is women are a WHOLE lot better at making it look and seem like they’re different than men.
I was going to straight out write this in paragraph form, but because I have ADD, ADHD, can’t organize my thoughts correctly, and currently jacked up on 4 flashpoints I decided it would be easier to do a list form. So here are a few items that I’ve notice women say makes them different from men but really don’t:
• Women put a different value on sex - I have often been around girlfriends who flat out say “I am horny, I just want sex, but he wants more”. When I first heard this I couldn’t believe it, but after a few years I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s typical. However woman need to keep it on the DL because they would be called sluts; and often are by their own friends.
• Women handle situations more maturely and less aggressively - Males may fight to show dominance or disagree, but females are even worst with the fighting; but all the fighting is done behind the back. I am pretty sure even females will agree with me when I say “Females treat each other like SHIT!” To this day I am still shocked how they act towards one another, even if they are “friends”. The office setting is really bad, and I honestly feel bad for females. I think the problem stems from jealousy; women don’t just see another female in the room, they study them. From head to toe; how do I know? I’ve watched females do it; at restaurants, parks, office, parking lots; I’ve watched them take in every detail, from the shoe’s heel height, to the style of clothing, to the hair, and of course the breast and ass. My mom is a pro at this; whenever I see a blond bomb shell pass our table at Olive Garden I immediately watch her every move and then wait for the comment “I can’t believe she is wearing that”. It kills me every time.
• Women’s looks are judged harder then men’s – I’ll give this win to the women, BUT men aren’t far behind in this race. Guys use to have it really easy, BUT thanks to the “Metro sexual” world, we now have to spend a shit ton of money in clothing and are held to the same standards of looking good as women have. Take for the example the Ed Hardy line, once upon a time ago this stuff was popular. NOW all of a sudden its Jersey Shore trash, and a man is made fun of who chooses to recklessly match jeans and t-shirts with fake tattoos and ED HARDY across the top. Baggy jeans use to be fine, NOT any more and I just read that skinny jeans are now not ok; Shaved heads use to be fine but now it’s not; A man use to be able to be somewhat husky and be fine, NOT any more; if you’re white as Casper you better find a tanning bed (did I mention how bad tanning is for you!?); I could go on, but I am pretty sure you get the point. The bottom line is that both men and women are obsessed with looks and as Lauryn Hill puts it “…only concerned about that thing…”, so ladies pay the middle attention and buy those boobs (it’s an investment); men get your ass to the gyms and make sure you have a six pack in a cooler!
• Women mature faster then men - FALSE!!! If this was the case then why do you always see those girls that act like they’re in high school still even though they graduated 6 years ago? You know which ones I mean! Or how about the girls that think they’re hot (when they’re not) and feel they can get whatever they want? Women and men mature at the same rate, some more and better than others.
• Women aren’t paid what men are paid – apparently the women whom have said this haven’t heard about strip clubs. Lets face it, if you can make hundreds by simply taking your clothes off, dancing around on a pole, and have men throw cash at you WHAT are you complaining about!? In fact it’s a damn good thing I wasn’t a female cause we’d all know where I’d be working at. But its not just there, I know so many places that only want to hire women such as bars and what not. Lets face it, if you’re a hot female your going to get hired and more than likely paid more. As for the “ugly” women, you should have listened to Cosmos.
• Women often say “females are more responsible than men, and that’s why we handle everything”. The problem with this statement are two things:
A.) Males let females handle everything because females usually feel that there is only one way of doing it. I’ve seen so many of my friend couples fight over stupid shit like this; I can’t begin to tell you. “There is more than one way to skin a cat” and not everyone is going to see or feel that one way is better than the next.
B.) Males are honestly very responsible; it’s just we have a more laid back way of handling things. Men usually identify a problem, fix it, and then crack open a beer after. Its really all about fixing the problem.. NOT about HOW bad it is.
Again, not every male and female fall into these scenarios, but a good bit do. I know we all have stories of “friends” or people we know that just down right don’t fit into the stereotype, but these are simple observations which lead me to have my stereotype.
Women are defiantly not from a different plant than men; in fact both sexes are SOOO much alike it’s down right frightening. The only single difference is women are a WHOLE lot better at making it look and seem like they’re different than men.
I was going to straight out write this in paragraph form, but because I have ADD, ADHD, can’t organize my thoughts correctly, and currently jacked up on 4 flashpoints I decided it would be easier to do a list form. So here are a few items that I’ve notice women say makes them different from men but really don’t:
• Women put a different value on sex - I have often been around girlfriends who flat out say “I am horny, I just want sex, but he wants more”. When I first heard this I couldn’t believe it, but after a few years I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s typical. However woman need to keep it on the DL because they would be called sluts; and often are by their own friends.
• Women handle situations more maturely and less aggressively - Males may fight to show dominance or disagree, but females are even worst with the fighting; but all the fighting is done behind the back. I am pretty sure even females will agree with me when I say “Females treat each other like SHIT!” To this day I am still shocked how they act towards one another, even if they are “friends”. The office setting is really bad, and I honestly feel bad for females. I think the problem stems from jealousy; women don’t just see another female in the room, they study them. From head to toe; how do I know? I’ve watched females do it; at restaurants, parks, office, parking lots; I’ve watched them take in every detail, from the shoe’s heel height, to the style of clothing, to the hair, and of course the breast and ass. My mom is a pro at this; whenever I see a blond bomb shell pass our table at Olive Garden I immediately watch her every move and then wait for the comment “I can’t believe she is wearing that”. It kills me every time.
• Women’s looks are judged harder then men’s – I’ll give this win to the women, BUT men aren’t far behind in this race. Guys use to have it really easy, BUT thanks to the “Metro sexual” world, we now have to spend a shit ton of money in clothing and are held to the same standards of looking good as women have. Take for the example the Ed Hardy line, once upon a time ago this stuff was popular. NOW all of a sudden its Jersey Shore trash, and a man is made fun of who chooses to recklessly match jeans and t-shirts with fake tattoos and ED HARDY across the top. Baggy jeans use to be fine, NOT any more and I just read that skinny jeans are now not ok; Shaved heads use to be fine but now it’s not; A man use to be able to be somewhat husky and be fine, NOT any more; if you’re white as Casper you better find a tanning bed (did I mention how bad tanning is for you!?); I could go on, but I am pretty sure you get the point. The bottom line is that both men and women are obsessed with looks and as Lauryn Hill puts it “…only concerned about that thing…”, so ladies pay the middle attention and buy those boobs (it’s an investment); men get your ass to the gyms and make sure you have a six pack in a cooler!
• Women mature faster then men - FALSE!!! If this was the case then why do you always see those girls that act like they’re in high school still even though they graduated 6 years ago? You know which ones I mean! Or how about the girls that think they’re hot (when they’re not) and feel they can get whatever they want? Women and men mature at the same rate, some more and better than others.
• Women aren’t paid what men are paid – apparently the women whom have said this haven’t heard about strip clubs. Lets face it, if you can make hundreds by simply taking your clothes off, dancing around on a pole, and have men throw cash at you WHAT are you complaining about!? In fact it’s a damn good thing I wasn’t a female cause we’d all know where I’d be working at. But its not just there, I know so many places that only want to hire women such as bars and what not. Lets face it, if you’re a hot female your going to get hired and more than likely paid more. As for the “ugly” women, you should have listened to Cosmos.
• Women often say “females are more responsible than men, and that’s why we handle everything”. The problem with this statement are two things:
A.) Males let females handle everything because females usually feel that there is only one way of doing it. I’ve seen so many of my friend couples fight over stupid shit like this; I can’t begin to tell you. “There is more than one way to skin a cat” and not everyone is going to see or feel that one way is better than the next.
B.) Males are honestly very responsible; it’s just we have a more laid back way of handling things. Men usually identify a problem, fix it, and then crack open a beer after. Its really all about fixing the problem.. NOT about HOW bad it is.
Again, not every male and female fall into these scenarios, but a good bit do. I know we all have stories of “friends” or people we know that just down right don’t fit into the stereotype, but these are simple observations which lead me to have my stereotype.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I should have done drugs when I was younger…..
I can’t help to think how amazing that something such as alcohol can impair you; it’s only a liquid. But ingest enough of it and as my friend Lindsay puts it “Diva Danny” comes out. I was a goody good when I was younger. None of my friends did any type of drug, not even cigarettes. So I never really got into them. Hell this one time at Ocean City, MD this dude on the boardwalk tried to sell my cousin and I something and neither one of use knew what was going on. But what if I had, I often wonder how I would have turned out, and which drug I would have been addicted to.
I started watching “Skins” on MTV (the American version) a while back. This show is pretty much about a bunch of teens in high school that do all kinds of drugs, and then the drama the follows them because of it. I honestly liked the show, mainly because it started out all rainbows and lollypops but turned into a mess. I then started thinking to myself why that wasn’t my life.
I actually prefer my personality and what not when I am buzzed of alcohol (I am pretty sure that a sign of alcoholism). I am more laid back, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me, my social anxiety disappears, and I am not self conscious. So why would I go to a doctor to get a pill with some weird name I’ll never be able to pronounce and NEVER understand the commercial for it, when I can just buy a bottle or 4Loko (THANK YOU underage jack asses for getting it banned!)?
But I am way to old for all this now; when you’re a teen its “cute” and “well its just a phase”. At my age you’d be considered a mess and have “issues”. After all I have a career, mortgage, and who will let Gunner out to piss if I am all fucked up!?
For my 26 birfday (I spell it with an “f”) I decided to throw my self a party at Level 2 downtown Harrisburg. Level 2 is Harrisburg closest club you’d see somewhere like NYC, Philly, L.A, or Vegas. I was in VIP with bottle service; we arrived at around 10:30-10:45pm ish. I made it till about 11:30pm from what I remember and the rest was beyond me. Never in my life have I gotten that drunk, I mean I spent a good amount of money and only remember the following things:
• I broke a champagne fluke and tired hiding it under the couch. Which in my defense I can break easily sober.
• I ORDERED a bottle of champagne (Rose) and apparently chugged it. This would explain why my vomit was red and smelled horrible!
• I tried to open Linday’s car door but couldn’t and threw up on me and the door.
• I tripped somewhere and slammed my head into the concrete (that explained the scuff mark on my head the next morning).
That was all, it was like I had a stroke and the whole thing was a party.
The next day I woke up promptly at 9am in gym shorts and parched as hell. After I pissed I went to the kitchen to get a drink, a glass of clear liquid was sitting on the island and since I usually leave glasses of water lying around I grabbed it and started chugging it. I soon found out that it was Patron and Sprite from the pre-game drink last night. I threw up right then and there and wanted to cry. I then noticed a note on the island and that my keys were gone.
I was quite confused, after a few hours of trying to figure out what was going on I decided to go out and see what happen in Linday’s car. As I went out the front door I notice the front yard trashed. Potted plants where knocked over, landscaping lights crushed, and edging blocks thrown all over the yard. I was mildly horrified; I thought something happened and that I maybe sued over it. I would later find out that I was looking for the spare key to the house after my attempt to pick the dead bolt to my house with a credit card. I then opened the passenger’s card door to Linday’s car, which looked like someone was murdered. I stood and looked at what appeared to be in my stomach from the night before spread out all over the front of the car for a good while, and then started plotting how to clean it up.
I mixed a blend of Arm-n-hammer with backing soda toothpaste, rubbing alcohol, oxi-clean, and water. That shit look brand new when I was done, and smelled good too.
Getting back on track to the subject here; I eventually realized that for once in my life I was completely out of control of all functions of my body. I didn’t care if my bed was made, if the house was clean, if the gas bill was paid, or if I left the basement light on. It was at this point I wish I would have done drugs when I was younger. But it’s too late now I am 26 and like I said earlier, at this age you just look pathetic and no one feels sorry for you.
The only drugs for me to do now is alcohol and caffeine; WHICH.. is what I partake in. Flashpoint by iSatori was introduced to me by my good friend Weston Kensinger (aka: Dr. Guido, Professor Dr. Guido, Nigguido, Dr. Swolles, Brain, and the list goes on). Flashpoint is like having a case of Rockstar energy drinks in the form of one pill that dissolves in your mouth in seconds. I am immediately buzzing around tackling tasks that I’ve put off (like this writing assignment in my business class), but the best effect is the “I am superman, wanna fight?”. Drunks usually get this at some point, but can’t really stand and fall down easily. BUT not on this.. I was fully functional, ready to fight, road raging, a hyper shaking mess ready and daring someone to say or do something! It’s better than sliced bread.
“if you do drugs by yourself you won’t be able to
fill out (Drugs: Socially) on your Match.com
profile…then you’ll just be a crack head”
Daniel P. Sivar
I started watching “Skins” on MTV (the American version) a while back. This show is pretty much about a bunch of teens in high school that do all kinds of drugs, and then the drama the follows them because of it. I honestly liked the show, mainly because it started out all rainbows and lollypops but turned into a mess. I then started thinking to myself why that wasn’t my life.
I actually prefer my personality and what not when I am buzzed of alcohol (I am pretty sure that a sign of alcoholism). I am more laid back, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me, my social anxiety disappears, and I am not self conscious. So why would I go to a doctor to get a pill with some weird name I’ll never be able to pronounce and NEVER understand the commercial for it, when I can just buy a bottle or 4Loko (THANK YOU underage jack asses for getting it banned!)?
But I am way to old for all this now; when you’re a teen its “cute” and “well its just a phase”. At my age you’d be considered a mess and have “issues”. After all I have a career, mortgage, and who will let Gunner out to piss if I am all fucked up!?
For my 26 birfday (I spell it with an “f”) I decided to throw my self a party at Level 2 downtown Harrisburg. Level 2 is Harrisburg closest club you’d see somewhere like NYC, Philly, L.A, or Vegas. I was in VIP with bottle service; we arrived at around 10:30-10:45pm ish. I made it till about 11:30pm from what I remember and the rest was beyond me. Never in my life have I gotten that drunk, I mean I spent a good amount of money and only remember the following things:
• I broke a champagne fluke and tired hiding it under the couch. Which in my defense I can break easily sober.
• I ORDERED a bottle of champagne (Rose) and apparently chugged it. This would explain why my vomit was red and smelled horrible!
• I tried to open Linday’s car door but couldn’t and threw up on me and the door.
• I tripped somewhere and slammed my head into the concrete (that explained the scuff mark on my head the next morning).
That was all, it was like I had a stroke and the whole thing was a party.
The next day I woke up promptly at 9am in gym shorts and parched as hell. After I pissed I went to the kitchen to get a drink, a glass of clear liquid was sitting on the island and since I usually leave glasses of water lying around I grabbed it and started chugging it. I soon found out that it was Patron and Sprite from the pre-game drink last night. I threw up right then and there and wanted to cry. I then noticed a note on the island and that my keys were gone.
I was quite confused, after a few hours of trying to figure out what was going on I decided to go out and see what happen in Linday’s car. As I went out the front door I notice the front yard trashed. Potted plants where knocked over, landscaping lights crushed, and edging blocks thrown all over the yard. I was mildly horrified; I thought something happened and that I maybe sued over it. I would later find out that I was looking for the spare key to the house after my attempt to pick the dead bolt to my house with a credit card. I then opened the passenger’s card door to Linday’s car, which looked like someone was murdered. I stood and looked at what appeared to be in my stomach from the night before spread out all over the front of the car for a good while, and then started plotting how to clean it up.
I mixed a blend of Arm-n-hammer with backing soda toothpaste, rubbing alcohol, oxi-clean, and water. That shit look brand new when I was done, and smelled good too.
Getting back on track to the subject here; I eventually realized that for once in my life I was completely out of control of all functions of my body. I didn’t care if my bed was made, if the house was clean, if the gas bill was paid, or if I left the basement light on. It was at this point I wish I would have done drugs when I was younger. But it’s too late now I am 26 and like I said earlier, at this age you just look pathetic and no one feels sorry for you.
The only drugs for me to do now is alcohol and caffeine; WHICH.. is what I partake in. Flashpoint by iSatori was introduced to me by my good friend Weston Kensinger (aka: Dr. Guido, Professor Dr. Guido, Nigguido, Dr. Swolles, Brain, and the list goes on). Flashpoint is like having a case of Rockstar energy drinks in the form of one pill that dissolves in your mouth in seconds. I am immediately buzzing around tackling tasks that I’ve put off (like this writing assignment in my business class), but the best effect is the “I am superman, wanna fight?”. Drunks usually get this at some point, but can’t really stand and fall down easily. BUT not on this.. I was fully functional, ready to fight, road raging, a hyper shaking mess ready and daring someone to say or do something! It’s better than sliced bread.
“if you do drugs by yourself you won’t be able to
fill out (Drugs: Socially) on your Match.com
profile…then you’ll just be a crack head”
Daniel P. Sivar
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