The Comments

So I realise its been awhile since I've updated my blog...well better late than never. This blog isn't going to be a story, or an event that I attended, or the musical that I pretended I was in costarring Priyanka Chopra. This blog will consist of me commenting on some things....random things.

+ Today, Levenger, the fancy version of Staples emailed me a "Recipe of Success" guide. I figured....AWESOME....I want to be successful and these guys have the Recipe, this is an awesome way to start my day. I got all hyped up and dreaming about my success; dreaming about my yachts, cars, many houses in different countries, and of course all the parties. This is so freaking awesome! SO I click on the fancy italicized link in hopes of seeing my path to Success-land. I am so naive because THERE is NO recipe for success. Levenger thinks that If I buy a fancy pen, with an overpriced notebook that goes in a ridiculously expensive bag, then I am bound to become successful. Well you know what Levenger, the only thing that I will become once I buy you're "Recipe" is in DEBT. How is that successful? It is the opposite of Success. I tell you what, next time you send an email like this, throw in a coupon or something. Or at least lower your prices.

+ Why does the internet think I need another Degree? Why is it that every time I click on something, I get re-directed to another website that explains to me that I need another degree to further myself in life. Isn't my Electrical Engineering degree good enough? Is it not up-to-internet-standards? I mean what the shit, doesn't the internet realize that in order to get another degree, I have to go back to school? Which means I have to dish out more money for tuition, books and other unnecessary fees and blahshit. Ya so thank you Internet for looking out for my future, but I can see right through you like a window with no window. You're like a salesman trying to sell me anything and everything. In you're face Internet, I'm staying where I am. If you want to help me out, throw me a million dollars or something.

+ Two face people are people who should be smacked in the back of the head every time they say something. Let me tell you something you two-face punk ass, if you're going to bad mouth me behind my back then fine, its acceptable. I am no perfect human being so please accept my apologies. I must have done something wrong or said something that may have hurt you...hence the bad mouthing. But seriously, if something is bothering you then come up to me and talk to me about it. Yes, I promise I will be accept you and your complaints and make sure it wont happen again. But if it's something dumb that you're upset about then be ready to be even more "insulted" for your lack of intelligence.

+ Hey there stranger in the big moving van, Hi, how are you? Ya, you see me now? Question, why didn't you use your INDICATOR when you decided to cut across three lines during the morning rush hour? See, if only you used that black lever type of thing that is so strategically placed near the steering wheel, the one where push up to turn left and push down to turn right, then you wouldn't have gotten the ugly hand gesture. Not only did you ruin my Monday morning, but I'm sure you ruined yours too. See, I would have felt some sympathy if you didn't cut across from the far right lane to the left and then back just so you could overtake a SCHOOL BUS! Please accept my apologies World for I should have followed this man and back-handed his face like a perfect back-hand shot down the line in Tennis.

+ To Mr. Jeep SUV that parks in my parking spot every evening. Please find another spot. Every evening I have to come home and find you sitting in my spot, which is something i DO NOT want to see when I'm coming home from work. I wouldn't be upset if it were free parking, which by the way you can find right across the street. See, the reason why I am pissed off is that I PAY for that spot. I pay an X amount of dollars to keep my car parked in that spot and to have it empty when my car isn't there. Thank you for keeping my spot warm...but I would rather have you not be there. How would you like it if you came home and saw me sitting in your favorite chair, eating out of your fridge, and peeing on your toilet seat? Ya, not cool huh...I know. It's a simple respect to the human world, don't use what is not yours without asking. Next time, I will find a spot for you at the tow company lot...nice and cozy!

Question to Ponder: Every successful love story has a broken heart. A love story consist of two love filled heart and one broken heart.