Super Temps

So...

A friend of mine introduced me to his web comic. I've been following it for months now and I figured, why not share this with my friends.

And now...
(Y Ahora)

We are going to see...
(Vamos a ver)

Another SHAMELESS PLUG!
(Otro enchufe sin vergüenza) Which literally means another plug without shame.



Click the picture and you will see a bigger and clearer version of it.

I love Super Temps. Why you ask? You gotta love a cute person who HATES to hear that she is cute! Molly (a.k.a. Skull Girl) reminds me of myself. Besides who DOESN'T love a comic that is intellectually hilarious?

Check it out y'all. You might feel the same way. If you don't follow these steps.

Step 1: Raise your strongest hand (depending on which one you write with)

Step 2: Stretch out the arm that your strongest hand is connected to.

Step 3: SMACK YOURSELF SILLY!

Step 4: REPEAT until you knock some sense into yourself. OR until you knock yourself silly.

If you want more, follow the link:

http://megaskunjii.comicgenesis.com/

Check it out. Scott Kinoshita is very talented and you all know that I DON'T throw that word around at all.

Now, I'm off to do a rant in another post. See you all soon!

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

2 Days...

So in honor of my birthday, which is in two days, I figured I should do a rant on this bad boy. I'm not sure what I want to rant about, so I figured I would keep this opened until I have purged all of my insides. Sounds gross huh?

Rant #1:

Lips of an Angel
By Hinder

Okay, so this song ANNOYS me to the point that I want to find these guys and pull out every strand of hair on their bodies! One by one...

The part that bothers me the most is, woman like this song! The radio station that I listen to mentioned that women LOVED this song! Before I go off on it, let me give you the lyrics (with my own commentary after it):

Honey why are you calling me so late
It's kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying is everything okay
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And yes I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it so hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late

Let's talk women...

Why are women liking this song?! I'll tell you why! It's because in their twisted little minds, they believe that they are the woman on the phone INSTEAD of the woman in the other room. How stupid is that? Yea I said it. The truth is the majority of these women ARE indeed the woman in the other room and it sickens me that they wish they were the woman on the phone! Let me tell you what will happen to you if you are the woman on the phone...

Are you ready?

Are you sure?

Do you REALLY want to know?

Okay, you asked for it...

If he leaves the woman in the living room for you...Again, let me state this again...

IF he leaves the woman in the living room for you...(because most of the time, you will be content with him cheating on you, so he will end up playing you like a straight up sucka telling you that he is going to leave the woman in the living room and you're going to believe him...Oh trust me, you will. Stop lying to yourselves...YOU WILL!)

So...where was I?

Oh yea, if he leaves the woman in the living room for you...You and him will have a blissful coexistance...that is...until...

You become the woman in the living room...while he's talking to another chick.

That's reality...but no, these women want to have a "Lips of an Angel" and they want to help a man cheat on his girl. I would apologize for calling these women stupid, but why lie? You guys know I'm being serious. In my eyes, when a man acts like an ass towards women, it's because SOMEWHERE in his life a woman taught him that his stupid behavior was acceptable. Whether it was his mom, a sister, grandmother, girlfriend, friend, WHATEVER! By loving this song and increasing it's ratings what the heck are women telling men? And you KNOW it's women who are buying up this song!

Everytime I hear that song, I get pissed. I actually limit my radio usage because why waste my time getting upset? It's so not kosher!

All right, I'm empty. For now.

To my lovely readers I say...

Until next time :-)

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Random Thoughts

Random Thought #1:

Impatient people suck big, hairy, greasy balls!

Random Thought #2:

I hate this time of year. It's all about the election polls. It is during this time of the year that I am reminded that my own government is screwing me over. Literally raping me...without lubrication. Sounds horrible? Well it is.

Random Thought #3:

Today I put on sneakers and not my flip flops. Winter is truly on it's way. I'm now sad. *sigh*

Random Thought #4:

I am now 27.95 years old. YAY! 3.05 more years until I'm 30 and trust me I am looking foward to it!

Random Thought #5:

People really like to treat temps like they are idiots. Luckily for them, I don't feel like proving how intelligent I am...or do I?

Though, today I did speak with someone in the office. She took the time to ask me about my education, etc. She also told me that her husband was once a temp and he was shocked at how many people tried to treat him like an idiot. Then she said that I was, "obviously intelligent." Heh, and I wasn't even wearing my "smart" glasses.

Random Thoguht #6:

I am not listening to "Careless Wispers" by Wham! (George Michael's group) It's reminding me about the times when my roommate and I used to go to this bar near Northeastern University for karaoke night and there was this guy there who ALWAYS sang this song. He once told me that he was a "white boy with a lot of rhythm." I actually thought he was a "white boy with a lot of horniness." You haven't seen this song performed until you see him grinding on every girl in the audience. Um, let's just say my roommate and I strategically chose our locations.

Random Thought #7:

I'm actually going to take a break from this. I have a feeling that there are more random thoughts but waking up at 6 am is killing my random juices.

Random Thought #8:

I've been working on the same short story for the past few months. The stupid thing won't flow! FLOW gosh golly darn heck!!! FLOW!!!!!!!! I recently changed all of the names, but I will probably change them again.

Random Thought #9:

I'm now listening to "Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin. I think I'll give Jay a call so I can sing it to him. I used to dedicate this song to him in college.

Random Thought #10:

Now that I found out the answer to my question about corn and why it comes out whole once it's digested, I feel the need to develop another question to ask people, though I doubt any of them will hold a candle to my corn question. Man...Any suggestions?

Random Thought #11:

I'm starting to become a stickler for the way I converse online thanks to a certain person who ALWAYS has to capitalize the beginning of his sentences and use punctuations. Gee, thanks. :-P

Random Thought #12:

I used to hate my arm hair. I did everything to get rid of it but now I think I'm FINALLY accepting it. It's not like I'm a hairy wooly mamouth...I was just given a complex. Or should I say that I accepted the complex? I figured that since I'm lighter, my arm hairs are more noticeable, though I've seen women with hairier arms than me. I'm looking at them while I type this and I'm okay with them...or am I? I'll keep you all posted.

Random Thought #13:

I recently spoke to someone who asked my opinion on relationships. He said that his girlfriend is upset because he won't talk to her about his life. He also said that he preferred to keep it that way. I told him that if I were her, I would do the same. I thought about it after...

Why have a relationship if you aren't going to share your life with someone? Seriously. Why have a relationship with a woman? We thrive on that sharing crap! Without that, we don't achieve intimacy. Shoot, his girlfriend might as well buy a vibrator. That way she can be sexually satisfied anytime she wants. Is that too crass? Well without communication or intimacy, then what's left in the relationship? I'll answer that...SCREWING (did you REALLY think I was going to use the 'f' word?) Sure, it's a lot safer for her to get satisfied with this situation because male prostitutes are just nasty (so are female ones) but in my opinion that's what she's getting now. She should start leaving him 20 dollar bills on the night stand before she leaves in the morning.

Why am I talking about this? He reads my blog. :-) I could NEVER be with a man who doesn't share his world with me! Never say never? No, I'm serious. I look forward to the time when I will have that one person who knows me inside and out. No secrets...nothing. Sure the sex would be fun too, but I really crave the intimacy and if the guy can't give that to me, then I can't be with him. It would only be half of a relationship and who wants half of a relationship? Who wants half of anything? I want to be able to give myself fully to a guy but that won't happen unless he's able to give himself to me fully.

So homey, if you don't want to lose her or anyone else, I suggest you start opening up. Stop being so freakin' stubborn you arse!

I'm done.

Random Thought #14:

One of my all time favorite songs is "Try a little Tenderness." I like Otis Redding's version of it. I've been trying to get a guy to sing this to me for years, but not just any guy will do I guess. :-) I just wanted to see what would happen if I put this on my blog so close to my birthday. Check out the lyrics:

[This is for you] Ooh she may be weary
And them young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shaggy dress
But when they get weary
[You gotta] try a little tenderness

[Tell you, might not believe it, but]
You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
The thing that she'll never, never possess, no,no
But while [all the time] she's without it
Go to her and try just a little bit of tenderness
[Thats all you gentlemen gotta do]

Oh, but it's one thing
It might be a bit sentimental yeah, yeah
She has - her grieves and care
But the soft words [they] are spoken so gentle
Yeah
But, oh, that makes it, makes it easier to bear, yeah

You won't regret it
No no,
Them young girls they don't forget it
[Cause] Love is their whole, whole happiness yes, yes, yeah

And it's all so easy
Come on and try
Try a little tenderness
Yeah try
Just keep on trying

You've got to love her
Squeeze her
Don't tease her make love [get to her]
Hold her tight
Just, just try a little tenderness
That's all you gotta do
Youve gotta hold her tight

One more time
You`ve got to love her
Hold her don't tease her
Never leave her
Make love to her
Hold her, man

Try a little tenderness
[Just one time] God have mercy now

All you`ve gotta do
Love her
You've gotta hold her
Don't squeeze her
Never leave her
You gotta now, now, now

Watch it, tell everybody
Try
Try a little tenderness

You gotta make love
Don't tease her
Never leave her
Rub her down
Smooth her, soothe her
Move her
Love her
Rub her
Gotta gotta, zap it to her
Try some tenderness

Oh yeah
Tenderness
Little tendernes
Gotta, lord you gotta hold her
Squeeze her never leave her

I'll let you know if anything comes from this post. (hint, hint)

Random Thought #15:

How far will I be able to go with these random thoughts? I'm starting to get tired now, but I'll keep holding on!

Random Thought #16:

I hate forwards that say beautiful things but then ask you to forward it to 30 more people. I really don't like the ones that say that if I don't forward the message that means that I am ashamed of God. By whose standards?

Random Thought #17:

I think I'm done with this list. What do you think?

Random Thought #18:

Until next time drop dead gorgeous readers,

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

Corporate America

So today I'm chillin' in the office where I am working until Monday and I notice something that catches my eye. This little woman came into the office and changed the flowers that sit on the counter in front of this desk. She walked in, we exchanged pleasantries, and she changed the flowers! Honestly, I thought those bad boys were fake but no, they are real. I watched as she filled up the water pot and walked away. All I have to say is, "wow." I mean, they have a person who stops by to change the flowers! The part that kills me is the first flowers weren't even dead! Sheesh, when I worked at UMass Amherst if there were flowers on my desk it was because my students gave them to me, but it was up to me to water them and throw them out when they died! I didn't have some person come in and do it for me. Sure Barbara used to walk around and water plants but she did that because she wanted to cut down on plant fatalities.

It's pretty interesting here. Mind you, I've been working at institutions of education for the longest time, so I'm used to the relax atmosphere with no office perks. This place is a bit mind boggling to me. As I sit here listening to "Sexy Back" I can't help but to look around. I SO don't belong here. I look down at my clothes and realize that I might have ONE outfit that would make me fit in here, but that's my interview outfit and that will be burned once I get a permanent job. Let's just say I've been stuck in horrible rain storms in that outfit...I've had horrible interviews...interviews with people who already know who they are going to hire but they are calling you in because they have to interview other people for the sake of office politics (politics suck by the way)...yes, that outfit will be BURNED. Anyone care to join me? I'll bring the matches because I'm a recovering pyromaniac, thanks to the first time I lit a match when I was 5, and you can bring something to roast over it. I'm not really into marshmallows (or marshmallow peeps for that matter) but someone could bring those, just hook me up with some chocolate and a graham cracker and it will be all gravy (darn you Dannny). Perhaps it's time to get a new interview outfit, but why? This one is kinda perfect...it's just SO ANNOYING! LOL. Well not the outfit I guess, more the fact that I've had to put it on SO many times! I so want to retire it and then burn it. I'm SO serious.

Okay I think I'm done for today. It's Friday and I'm soooooooo tired. 6 am wake ups suck big hairy cojones. That was so lady like wasn't it? Sheesh....I wonder why no one has snatched me up yet. :-)

Until next time readers(it could be Monday, it could be this afternoon. Who knows?)...

Say it with me...

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

P.S. "CIEE how may I direct your call please?" Darn you Corporate America!!!!!!!

Bubble tape anyone?

Yesterday while on the bus I saw a sight that made me roll my eyes. There was a kid with her book bag but instead of carrying it on her back, it was on wheels with a handle so she could roll it around. I thought to myself, what are we doing to our kids?! On the news two day ago they were talking about a school in Boston that banned the game of tag because kids were getting injured. Are you kidding me?! Don't even get me started on those commercials that talk about the evilness of sponges because they carry germs so we should ALL run out and buy wipes because you can throw them away once you are finished. Did you know that once those commericals came out, fatalities by sponges dropped significantly? I would apologize for being sarcastic, but it wouldn't be sincere so why bother? If all of this nonsense keeps up we will raise a generation of people who are terrified of germs! C'mon! I've been germ infested as a kid and I LOVED it! Besides a few mental issues, I'm perfectly normal...lol. I didn't die. I didn't have to go to the hospital. If anything, I gave my immunse system a good workout and I know for me, I ALWAYS feel better after a good workout. I played in mud, I got scratched up...

Shoot when I was in high school we used to play international hand ball guys verses the girls. The male gym teacher used to tell us that if we didn't win we had to do push ups after gym class so we won those games by any means necessary. That means that guys were often pushed up against bleachers by your truly and pinned there while my teammates tried to get the ball. And by ball I mean the ball that we used in gym. You guys are so sucio! lol Yea the guys I went to high school with were kinda small. Though I was a tomboy so I'm pretty sure that even if they were taller and more muscular I still would have rammed myself into them once they got to the bleachers. Just because I could and I got personal pleasure out of manhandling them.

What's so wrong with germs? What's so wrong with our kids carrying their book bags on their backs? I had to do it. I had to carry all of my books and as a matter of fact they used to suggest that we keep all of our books with us because that cut down on locker time. My back isn't in any pain. If anything I'm pretty strong thanks to my heavy book bag witch was also a dangerous weapon when I needed it to be.

What's next? Will parents start bubble taping their kids? Will neighborhoods have to be sterilized so children can go outside and play? Honestly, I think when I have kids, my husband will often come home to 6 people covered in mud (me plus the 5 that I want for now and yes I DO understand that might change after I have my first). If he's lucky, he just might get covered in mud too...hmmmm, I'm going to drop that line of thought but let's just say...nope not going there...lol.

I think cuts, bruises, and germs are part of being a kid! I still have scars on my body from times when I hurt myself. On my forehead I still have the scar from when I busted into my brothers' room and a street sign fell on my head. What? I was 3 years old! And who in their right mind STEALS A STREET SIGN?! I remember being in my nightgown with my Snoopy doll who had to be thrown out because there was just too much blood, but now I'm okay! *twitches* I swear I am!

WARNING: THIS NEXT STATEMENT IS GOING TO BE VERY GROSS!!!!

Have you ever worn your underwear two days in a row? By that I mean, you showered the second day and you don't have a fresh pair so you flip them inside out. I remember doing that as a kid and sometimes as a college student. What? I didn't want to go commando! Hey wait, guys call it free ballin' and I'm pretty sure that I am unqualified to free ball, so what is it for women? Free peachin'? Letting the beaver outta the cage? Freein' da beave? (yes I mean "beave" instead of beaver) Emancipation of the lips? Okay I HAVE to stop! I'm holding back laughter in this office. *exhales* I almost bursted out laughing and trust me, it wasn't going to be quiet. Freein' da beave...man I'm funny! There are so many more, trust me, but I can't do them here...I need a place where I can crack up.

What was I talking about? Oh yes, all I'm saying is there is NOTHING wrong with germs unless you are The Boy in the Plastic Bubble (can anyone tell me the star of that movie?).

We really need to stop freaking our kids out. Let them run and play. Let them get scraped up. There's nothing wrong if they hit a wall from time to time. I once walked into a pole. I was too busy looking at a car and BAAAAAM! Let me tell you, I was only 9 then, I NEVER walked into another pole after that. And you know what? After I did it, I cried for a little bit but then I went to summer camp anyways. I think that's probably why when I'm in pain, I'm usually too busy trying to calm everyone else down. I broke my ankle and I kept asking them to take a baseball bat and knock me out. They thought I was kidding. I wasn't. I really wanted to be knocked out but the fact that they were all laughing and my friend who was totally freaking out was calming down a bit was all good for me. Imagine if my mother was so overprotective of me and I broke my ankle...

Another time I broke my foot and had an ear infection. I went to the doctors to check out my foot because I fell down the stairs and it was killing me. Mind you, I was taking ballroom dance classes and we were doing the waltz, so not only was I barefoot, I was also on my tip toes for an hour and for 3 times a week. My doctor was shocked to find that I was still dancing on a broken foot and she asked me how I was able to deal with a serious ear infection and a broken foot. My answer:

When one starts to hurt I focus on the other one.

She said I had a high threshold for pain which is true. I wasn't supposed to, but I did my ballroom dance finals AND learned the cha cha the next semester. My friends were upset when they saw me take of my hospital shoe but I didn't want to schedule a make up for me and my partner.

I swear if I have kids and the school system tries to baby them, then I'm going to help them get over the fear of pain and germs myself. I will take them out back, line them up against the wall, and do an old fashion came of dodge ball. I might have a basketball though...what? It's better than a baseball. I will have them rolling around in the mud. They will have a few outside meals where they will have to eat with their hands WITHOUT washing them first. I'll chase them into walls on purpose...lol. Throw a ball or two at their head when they weren't looking... You know stuff that will make me a good parent, lol!

America, DIRT happens! Stop trying to protect your children from it!

Kids are meant to get hurt every now and then. Who do you think they REALLY make bandaids for? Adults?! Puh-LEASE! I have a cut right now on my hand, do you think I have a bandaid on it? Nope I don't. Now if this was twenty years ago (sheesh, that's SO long ago), there would have been a HUGE bandaid on it.

Eh I'm done with this topic...it sickens me!
Until next time readers,

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

P.S. And NO I am not freein' the beave at the moment. I hate the breeze...lol!!

ADARNADORABLEBLOGGER says what?

WHAT?

LOL!

I've been doing that a lot lately. What can I say, I find it awfully amusing! Hmmm...some of you must be asking, "What will she talk to us about today?" To those people I give this suggestion, "Sit back and chillax. I have a feeling that this is going to be a blog filled with random thoughts and other interesting tidbits."

So let's begin okay?

First thought:

Why is it that so many people try their hardest to conform these days? The amount of people getting plastic surgery to look like their favorite star is on the rise. It's kinda sickening when you think about it. You know who I blame? I blame Sesame Street. Now, hold on, there is a method to my madness...NEVER forget that. You see on Sesame Street (wait, do they have Sesame Street in Canada? I only ask because one of my regular readers is from that area.)...where was I? Right:

On Sesame Street there used to be this bit where they had 4 people all seperated by different squares. Three out of the 4 were usually doing the same thing, like skipping rope. The 4th one would be doing something completely different like painting their toe nails (yea I know the example sucked but forgive me, I woke up at 6 am). Then you would hear this song:

One of these kids is doing their own thing. One of these kids is not the same. Can you guess which kid is doing their own thing? Now it's time to play our game!"

Yes I did that off of the top of my head (see thought 2). Anyways, the person who was the one doing their own thing was pointed out. Their box often lit up or it went dark. It's almost like they were ridiculed. What kid wants that for themselves? Seriously, most kids want to fit in or they want to find a group of friends that are exactly like them. Because of this they grow up to become adults who crave the same thing. It's kinda sad when you think about it. Poor kids, unable to do what their own thing because if they do that insipid song will come on and the other kids who are normal will point them out.

Okay so I might be stretching it a bit too much although thanks to my childhood (my weird beret phase in middle school, my name, the fact that I was raised Seventh Day Adventist, my shoes with the different color smiley faces on it, my african print shoes, etc.) I'm used to being the odd man out. I think if I was placed in the box, I would watch what the other three were doing and I would do something different on purpose. I'll admit sometimes I go out of my way to not follow the crowd. I dunno, following the crowd gives me the willies...lol. It makes my fro frizz and no one likes a frizzed fro.

Why did I bring this first topic up? Well I've been working in Copley lately and yesterday my mom offered me a ride home. She got upset because I didn't try my hardest to fit into the corporate world, which I'll admit that she was correct. She then mentioned that I should have put on earings. (See Third Thought) Today I'll admit that I calmed down my regular style and went more for the "tamed" look. I stared at myself in the mirror and frowned. Why can't I be the kid in the box that lights up or dims forever? I'm okay with it, why can't she be?

Second Thought:

My friends often accuse me of knowing every song ever made. If you start singing something to me there is a good chance I can finish the song for you or at least hum the rest of the melody. That's because I can hear a song once and remember it from there. When it comes to childhood songs from shows that I watched on a daily basis, it might take me a while but I can easily sing the songs to this day. I can do a mean "Punky Brewster." lol

Third Thought:

Earings...I swear my mom thinks earings are the answers to everything.

Your daughter doesn't look like she belongs in the corporate world? Put some earings on her.

You daughter is still single? Put some earings on her so the fellas would know that she is straight (I'm serious, she thinks this...these are NOT my words...lol).

You still don't have grandchildren? Put some earings on your daughter and see the point above.

Wish that your daugther was more effeminate? Slap some earings on da broad. lol

Daugther refuses to wear earings? Keep buying her earings with the hope that she will just put them on. (Actually I end up losing them all the time)

I must say that I am very effeminate just in my own way. I don't like earings because I can feel them in my ears and that bothers me. Well when I had the top of my left ear pierced I was okay with that. I didn't feel a thing. I actually miss that piercing but after my surgery on my ankle, my mother lost the earing that went up there and I think she did it on purpose...

Hmmm...I think I want that piercing back. *thinks for a moment* Anyways, where was I?

Oh yes, earings, the cure for whatever annoys you about your daughter...

I think I'm tired now. I've been reading about different operas all day. So far I tackled Carmen, Faust, Tosca, and La Bohème (which Rent basically ripped off...sheesh but let me not continue on that topic because someone will try to take me out if I did). After lunch I'm going to go through a few more.

Until I get bored again readers!

Love, Peace, and Hair Grease!

P.S. I SO didn't edit this! I don't wanna read it but I will one day and find errors and that will cause me to edit at that time. Until then....

DEAL WITH IT! lol