Reality TV

I was watching the Real World last night.

Stop laughing.

But, here's my thing...reality shows, as we all know, are not reality. Yet, we watch them because we are all inner freak-o's who like to people watch. It's like sitting at the mall or the airport...watching humanity at it's best. Ok, not so much like that...the actual people watching is better than TV, but I digress. My question is this: why do reality shows have to have reunion shows to watch themselves some more? Reality diving into reality to show the "realness" of the Real World, which is not, by any means, real. As I get older, the shit I watch on TV really surprises me. I don't watch anything because I truly enjoy it. I watch because it's so stupid, for lack of a better term. Everyone is a TV star these days. It doesn't take much. 

I'm having a bad blogging day. I have blogger's block...but I'm needing to vent...I just can't pinpoint what ABOUT. It's Thursday and I'm brain dead. I've had the same headache for 2 days, it's finally decided to leave me alone, I think. I still have lost some feeling in my right thumb from my bowling throw-down a few weeks ago and I'm starting to think I may have damaged a nerve or two. 

I'm going to stop right now because I am THAT incredibly boring.

Nonie Pie Chart Review.

We have a love/hate relationship.

She won't even look at the camera. Bitch.

I'm sipping on a ginger lemon iced tea at the moment...had a night of throwin' down at Boondoggles and I'm feeling it right about....now. Blue Moon x 6 and no dinner. No bueno. I'm old and so is  my liver. 

Clank!

seriously.

I realize this is a "blanket" statement...but I can't shake the bitch inside of me today. 

Perhaps it is PMS. Perhaps it's just so hot outside, it's melting our brains, causing us to move slower, act stupidER and even just seem asshole-ish. So, I apologize, just so I can say I did, even though I'm not talking to anyone in particular.

I hate when I go to buy a book and it's not there. Because I want to read it so bad, that's when I get online and hit up AMAZON. 

I hate early morning drinkers that think they need to sue everyone and everything that comes into contact with them, BUT, they don't have any money for a consultation fee and think it's unheard of to pay ANY attorney for anything, because they are crooks. And, it doesn't help when the call is prefaced with "nobody in Yellow County will take my case, I need a laaaaaayur" sooooo mobile-home-spectacular. 

I also hate the fact that Highway 105 is turning into 1960 and Houston is slowly making its way up towards no-mans-land...and that it takes me over 30 minutes to get home, a whopping 10 extra than it should, b/c the traffic lights do not accommodate the number of cars on the road.

Yes, I could be sitting in the pit of hell traffic I used to sit in, but I'm not and I can bitch where I please.

I also hate being so bitchy. Argh. Blah. Bleeeee.

I hate people that think they are cute when they take my candy out of the candy dish in HEAPING handfuls at a time, whilst saying with a shit-eating-grin "I'm just a gonna steal some candy her, dur dur"....and you know they have wiped their ass with that hand in the last hour.

Here's my thing. Don't call an attorneys office and think you're going to get free legal advice over the phone. You don't call a Dr.'s office and ask to speak to the Dr. to ask him what the hell that fungus is on your ass, do you? And actually expect to talk to THE Dr.....and NOT be charged for it? Think about it, people. Also, the internet is a LOVELY resource that can answer 98% of your legal questions, if you just. google. search. the. shit.

I have no good shows to watch on the tube. I'm reading a book that isn't um, quite what I thought it was going to be, and I'm not sure if I actually enjoy or I'm more disturbed. I should figure that out soon.  

Luby's. What are you doing? Why do you insist on employing bus people and staging them as 'waitors' and 'waitresses'?...No, I don't need any butter, I didn't forget the butter, I didn't WANT the butter, now stop asking me. 

Another thing I can't stand. Obnoxious women who have little harmless babies in their care, who insist on being loud as hell in very crowded, public lines, blurting out nonsense about how old their child is, what the child is doing milestone-wise at this age and REPEATING the same information to the point that you wish you could stick a damn fork in your eye.

I could go on, but I have to actually work.

ciao!

Bowling.

I did it. Well, I didn't bowl a 217, but I damn sure bowled a 202...and it's been OVER 3 years since I have bowled at all.

I'm so FUCKING sore, you have no idea. 

And tired.

But uuuuuber happy. 

I'm off to puke now. 

I can't stand...

...when people talk with really thick "s" sounds. 

It DRIVES ME FUCKING CRAZY.

you know EXACTLY what I'm talking 'bout.

are they not aware of it? I mean, do they think it sounds "prissy" (which it does, in the most annoying of ways) or cute? Or sexy?

Ugh.

stop it!

Pina colada...caught in rain...not into yoga...I have half a brain.

That damn song. Will. Not. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.

I had the craziest dream last night. I have a bad habit of dreaming about the Houston roadways. For example: I was supposed to go to Star Pizza with some ex-co-workers of mine (in my dream)...and I was driving one of those Smart Cars...(wtf?) and sitting in I-10 traffic, then trying to remember WHERE Star was. It then starts raining on me, and just like on a roller coaster ride when you're at the top, slowly about to shoot down, well, I shoot down faster than hell and I'm riding I-10 in my Smart Car, steering, flying, rolling....and after about 10 min. of this, I stop abruptly. I wake up. 

Help? what the hell?

I hate dreams like that.

I wish, sometimes, I didn't dream.

I hate Home Depot...

...and Lowe's, and any other type of place that has a lot of shit I know nothing about. I used to have slight anxiety. That's all in the past, however, when I step into Home Depot, my chest begins to tighten and I ALL OF A SUDDEN get a headache. 'No, thanks, I don't need any help...why. Do I glow with stupidity when I walk in the door? Oh, I know, you're just trying to be friendly...but really. I'll find the nails I need in about 2 hours, please, just let me try. It's a personal challenge I must win.' Onward defeat.

Of course, we are greeted by a client of ours who doesn't know who I am, (only vice versa) because he's so strange looking. Not, like "woah, dude" but more like "hmmm, interesting"...you know what I mean. 

I absolutley LOATHE home fix-it places.

Blah.

So, we are bowling Friday, Defense against Prosecution. I haven't bowled since before I was pregnant. I can't wait. I hope I don't disappoint myself. I must live up to my 217 game circa 1987, in Austin. I just. don't. know.

I started. I have to keep going.

Started a blog, that is. I just forget because I actually have "work" to do unlike my previous affair with coordinating research data. Yes. I got paid to "coordinate research data". Meaning= I read files. Tons and tons of files. I listened to launchcast radio on my computer with my headphones whilst reading these files. The whole point to reading these files was to compile an actual "study" that would be "published". Needless to say, it never got published and I wonder to this day what has happened to the 3,000+ files that were tucked away in a storage room to sleep for eternity. Hey. At least I had good medical insurance. 

Now, I learn my job on the fly. I have a degree...but like most college grads, don't have a job AT ALL near what I graduated for. I like to think that college was my "hoops of fire" I jumped through, throwing money at some nasty lady behind the desk in the interim and hoping to pass college algebra with at LEAST a "C". Amazing. Holy crap. I can't type anymore. You must know: JACKHAMMER OUTSIDE OF MY OFFICE DOOR. SUCKS. ROYAL DING DONGS. 

 

blogattack

OMG. I have a blog. OMG, I used OMG. Shoot me now. No, please don't, just know that I have a love/hate relationship with the whole "blog" thing. The last time I ranted online, I had a reason. I was pregnant. And, I had an extra hour and a half every morning after my shit.e.ous drive to the Medical Center to sit at my desk, ponder, drink coffee and wait for the day to actually START. 

Fast-forward, oh, let's see...almost 3 years later, I now work close to home, have an almost 2 1/2 year old and I'm slowly muttering through the last year of my 20's. Hot damn.

Perhaps this will fill the void that silently sits in the pit of my being, waiting to be filled with something, anything, words, ideas, bad t-shirt ideas, bumper sticker sayings, etc. Basically to shut the internal conversation in my head, the HELL up. 

Must get back to work now. I have yet to figure out how to print a damn invoice to my liking. 

ciao.

Is this thing working???