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Have you seen those 10-10-220 commercials? Every time I see them I always think who is the genius that thought Alf would make for great advertising? Wasn’t he an alien who ate cats and drank beer? I don’t know. Who would you trust to give you cheap phone calling advice? Alf? 
Its so amazing that in China they can basically finish a 
ahhhhh good ol work. There is this guy here who took over for one of the execs that left a few months ago. I swear I don’t know how his head fits in the building or how he doesn’t go deaf and mute from hearing the sound of his own loudmouth voice all day long. I think I just don’t know what it’s like to be self important and over confident. Is that attractive? Why is asshole behavior to coworkers awarded a promotion? This guy just gets under my skin. I think because I’m all nice and try to be helpful and then get zero back in the respect department. I can’t change who I am and be an asshole back either. Sigh…so what do I do…bitch about it to myself and think of choice words Id like to say but cant to dickboy.
Sometimes I feel like others lives are all drama filled like a lifetime movie and mine is like watching 5 hours of CSPAN or golf. WoooHooo. I have a friend who has some stuff going on with her family and it totally sounds like some movie starring some has been actress from Dallas or something. Custody battles, kidnapping, conniving family members. …sigh… the things I’m missing out on. She always has something going on. I heard this ad on the radio that said “if they made a movie of your life, would anyone go see it?” It made me think. My life now would probably ensue puking because it’s all sweet and mellow. I would get the lovesick romantics in the front row. My past would get better ratings because I was all retarded with men. I picked the biggest losers. If a guy had a mental problem and could manipulate hell from Satan, then he was my guy. Now watching lifetime is like watching a rerun of my life. God how sad that I am admitting I watch lifetime. That’s depressing. I should really be committed.
I’m glad this Easter will be nice and relaxing. For the past 2 (or 3) I was with my ex and had to go with him to his family gathering which always sucked ass for me. I just never felt like I fit with his family and I didn’t. That whole relationship was a mess from the start. But hindsight is 20/20. There was a bunch to learn from it. This past year has been a breath of fresh air. It took a lot of BS to get here but I learned a lot along the way. So anyhow, now for something completely different…I was curious where the Easter bunny came from. I think it’s because I have a 5 year old in the who, what, when, where, why stage so my brain is in automatic “find answers” mode. I know the question is coming. My mom sent me a little book about sharing what the religious aspect of Easter means. Joy. I can’t wait to get right on that and brainwash my child with it. I will never understand why the spiritual priority in others lives needs to be forced into mine. I don’t even want to have to explain Easter much less any other story in the bible. Its like forcing fear.
Check this story out. AFFLECK BUYS GEM-STUDDED LOO FOR J.LO “Ben Affleck has bought fiancée Jennifer Lopez a $105,000 gem-studded toilet seat. The pop diva's new loo is encrusted with rubies, sapphires, pearls and a diamond. A source tells British newspaper the Daily Star, "The stones are set inside the plastic, so Jennifer's behind won't get scratched." Affleck, who is expected to marry his belle later this year, designed the seat himself. He told a friend, "Jennifer is my princess and she deserves only the best -- even when it comes to toilets." What’s next? Hiring help to wipe her ass? I think Jennifer is really pretty but the last thing anyone really needs to know is what the price tag is of where she does her business. Not to mention the fact that her boyfriend cares about what she sits on when she does it. I can’t say I wouldn’t buy a bunch of useless junk if I were rich but this is just so retarded.
Don’t you just love those people who act like every experience they are having is a first to mankind? Like no one in the world is doing what they are doing? Good grief. I’m all for listening to what’s up with people and their tangents (hell I have a bitch journal full of tangents) but when a person’s “exciting” life is told to me like its bigger than the first steps on the moon…well…I have to laugh at that little voice inside me that is yelling SHUTUP!
I’ve been a bit busy so my journal has been put on the back burner lately. I’m finding I actually have work I should be doing. Imagine that. I also haven’t been feeling great. I think these meds are messing with my moods. I found myself crying (which I don’t really do at all) while watching a movie called Sweet November. It has Keanu Reeves and Charlize Theron in it. I don’t know what’s worse, that I watched a movie starring Keanu Reeves all the way through or that I cried watching it. What’s wrong with me. I think I’m just all whacked on drugs. If I find myself sitting through the movie Biodome that they rerun on cable all the time, I will know I’ve totally lost it.
This is a book for me. Seriously. Read the description : “"You're too nice," says Amy's best friend, Kate. Amy's not sure what "too nice" means, but she sure knows how it feels: rotten. She's tired of giving her things away, tired of getting stuck with the jobs nobody wants, and tired of feeling angry and sad. But with a little help and practice, she starts learning how to be friendly yet take care of herself at the same time. Soon she discovers that when she stops being "Too Nice Amy," everyone is happier: including Amy! “ I don’t know why but I can never say what I’m thinking right on the spot. I’m always all nice and passive. Here is an example. Earlier this week I was at the park on my lunch with my boyfriend. This girl came up and asked if I would watch her backpack while she ran around the park a few laps. I said yes like a nice girl when I really wanted to tell her no and ask her why she would bring her backpack to a park if she knew she wasn’t going to be able to watch it. I don’t want to be responsible for someone else’s crap. I have my own stuff to worry about. I need a good case of Tourette's syndrome for a day just to get out my true feelings on people.
