FEB 14, 2011 I'm Sorry to Say...   .... that I fucking hate the phrase "I'm sorry." Seems like such a harmless, well intentioned phrase. Sounds like the right thing to say in so many instances. When at a loss for words, "I'm sorry" feels like it might fit the bill, right? Wrong. "I'm sorry" is a cop-out. It's a generic pseudo fix-it-all that doesn't fix squat. It's said because it's the most common thing to say, something that we've been saying for so long that it's become robotic and lost...

 FEB 9, 2011 The Ex-Men **A Repost from 2007, in honor of the upcoming anti-holiday: Valentine's Day** By now most of you have seen the new X-men movie or at the very least know what I'm referring to when I mention it. It's a movie detailing the exploits of men and women who are mutated from their original human form and exhibit extraordinary super-hero (or villain) type traits. I know my own group of X-Men. But in my case, it's the EX-Men. Here are my original group of...

FEB 9, 2011   Reflection I have come to the conclusion that I am sub-par when it comes to writing on here. I need to try harder. You all deserve that. You are worthy of so much better. Yet...... sigh. It's so much work dammit! I hate expending effort. I've adopted too many phrases. Aye. Gah. Blah. Gip. I love them... but now I think I need to make up some of my own.  I'm tired. I need to sleep. I'm not sleepy. I want a cinammon roll. I want false hopes. I should throw a potato in the...

FEB 7, 2011   It's No Coincidence There's No "Book" Category I long for profiles with nothing in their interest sections. Sounds odd, I know. But considering how much judgment we slather across a person just by glancing through their listed movies, music and books selections without ever bothering to get to know the person is astounding to me. It's true that you can tell a lot about a person by the things that they consider to be masterpieces, but I also like to think that people might...

FEB 6, 2011   What the Hell Did You Just Say? "Hit me back." I fucking LOATHE this phrase and any other variation of it. I was being kind and included capitalization and punctuation when I quoted the most commonly seen phrase in my inbox messages. I see this so often that I want to reach through my computer screen and scream: "Wouldn't you have had to hit me first in order for me to smack your ass back?!?!?" Yes, I realize that the statement is referring to me "getting back to" the person...

FEB 2, 2011  Who Cleans Up When It's Raining Shit? It's 3:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I should be able to sleep. Normally I can sleep the minute I lie down. Then there are times like this. It's not one of those usual moments of sleeplessness. This is one of those times when my brain is obsessing. About what precisely, the jury is still out. On what caused the short-circuit, tests are inconclusive. I'm just sitting here, thinking about nothing and looking through stuff that I...

FEB 2, 2011 Attention all 14 & 40 Year Olds Dearest individuals who fall within the two age groups that I'm referring to in the title, I hate you people. First, let's start with the 40 year old parents of those obnoxious, self-entitled, self-important, inexperienced little shits that you're raising. I understand that you're a little older than me. I'm a whopping 29 and the thing that makes me do a double take is that I could be the mother of a 14 year old kid myself (however, with the...

FEB 1, 2011   Living Anxiously I always think of those old movies where some chick would start to rant and rave hysterically and someone else (usually a man) would come along and slap her a solid one across the face. Heh. If only that worked. For those who don't know, I suffer from major bouts of anxiety. They like to call them attacks, either anxiety or panic. I like to call them debilitating. The majority of my attacks are brought on by my phobia of large crowds. I've had an internal...

JAN 31, 2011   Don't Take Your Eyes Off My Left Hand There was a point when people would check into my blog on Myspazz on a daily basis, practically frothing at the mouth to read whatever new bullshit I'd cooked up. They came for various reasons, but most commonly I heard the one about how I was just so open and honest. That I said all the things that they wished they could say and blah blah blah. I used to respond that I never quite knew how to have a filter. Shit, with this site, one...

JAN 26, 2011   They Call Me Ms. Construe Ok, ok, ok, I confess. I am a horrible flirt. Terrible. Awful. Dreadful. Oh, it's not that I do it badly (at least not in my opinion), it's that I never can seem to pull it off without people thinking that I want to fuck them. Or even worse: date them. Why can't I just be cheeky for the hell of it? I am one of the most affirming people that you will meet. I accomplish this by paying attention when people talk to me (although it might not seem...