Weekly Update

I have decided that I am NOT going to participate in the "Lost Blogs" promotion after all. Email me if you care to know why, but there is really no earth-shattering reason. I have been sort of mad at my blog (and at blogger for being a tw@t), but I am trying to come to terms with all of this and get back to some semblance of regular entries.

I thought I would start back off with a meme. Now, this is a meme which I have actually thought long and hard about doing. I don't know why I am turning it into a federal issue, but it DOES bother me in a way. I stole this one from the lovely Daydreamer of Oz and when I first saw it, I jumped gleefully on it, thinking it was tailor made JUST for me, but then I got a stab of...I don't know...conscience?..or indigestion...no, conscience, yeah THAT'S it. The task is to list 10 things you would like to say to other people that you know that you would not, could not or should not ever get a chance to say; don't say who they are, use each person only once. (herein lies SOME of the problem) So anyway, I thought I really wanted to do this thing right away...cuz BOY do I have shit to say, but it turned out to be harder than I thought. Especially since most of the shit I would WANT to say is probably narrowed down to a very few individuals. Surprising, since I am such a venemous little bitch, but true. THEN came the pangs...hmmm...I've sort of kept things on a more upbeat, humorous scale...do I really want to be a downer? Then again, I should be blogging for ME, not for anyone else, right? And so on and so forth. Then came the questions of timing. I would start thinking about doing this while I was at work, so I'd want to go right to one of the computers and start typing it in. HOWEVER, lately, I have become a little concerned (READ: Paranoid) that things that I type may someday be printed out in front of me one fine sunny day when I will suddenly be on the lookout for a new career choice. One that has a polyester uniform and a nametag. One in which I will be asking, "Do you want fries with that?" on a regular basis. So ANYWAY, for chrissake-not-that-you-want-to-read-all-of-THIS-shit, without any further ado, here it is.

10 Things I Hate about Y'all
XO~With Love, From Me~XO

1. (removed by request)

2. You are an evil phoney bitch.

3. Shut the fvck UP, for Chrissake! I love you, but DAMN! Do you ever STOP?

4. I don't like your tone when you speak to clients, staff or oncoming shifts. You embarrass me.

5. Yeah. Those are real. uh huh.

6. You are an idiot. You let people take advantage of you, welcome it, even. You have been warned so many times about the people in your life who abuse you, but you refuse to listen. Here's a clue: If you don't at least TRY to do something about it, then you have lost the right to whine to every frigging person on earth about it.

7. I know you stabbed me in the back more than once, you know I know it, so why not let's NOT pretend we're "old friends."

8. I acted like I forgave you, because I felt bad about all that happened to you, but I never did. You got what you deserved...KARMA baby!

9. (removed by request)

10. I have never believed any of your bullshit, but I love you anyway.

As always, Your Mileage May Vary (wow! haven't said THAT in a long time!) any resemblance between people on this list and you, or anyone else you THINK you know, is purely coincidental. Please see a doctor if you experience shortness of breath, longwindedness, apoplexy, sudden bursting aneurysms or rage. Please see ME if you experience an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours (email above)