I have no intentions of making this a political blog, despite my intent to become much more politically active. But, I think some of us could use a little lift-me-up, some inspiration as we wrap our heads around recent events.
My personal motto for the next four years:
“Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Also important to remember:
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Trade Socialist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.”
Therefore, I reserve the right to change my mind and speak out on MY blog. I originally began this as a place to rant anonymously, I calmed down over the years. I’m not calm anymore and I can’t care to remain anonymous.
So that hideous rash? HIVES. Hives that I cannot figure out why the fuck they are plaguing me. To every single person who has had to experience this, I’m sorry. You do not deserve this type of warfare befall upon yourself for simply existing. Hopefully, you were able to discover the cause of your intense allergic reaction. I have not, and it is maddening. I am ready to flay myself. Where is Ramsey Bolton when you actually need a sadistic bastard to do your bidding?
Clearly, this has left me incredibly cranky and tired as shit. Having to fix not one but two vehicles didn’t help my mood either. Add to the fact, that I got nothing done that I had planned for the weekend. Polly Pissy Pants may be my new permanent title if these hives don’t fuck off.
My reading has been sporadic and delayed and quite frankly, all over the fucking place. I try to do myself the service of not reading more than two books at a time. But book ADD has kicked into full swing and I have four going at once. The fourth book is firmly blamed upon my younger cousin as I was hanging out with him today while the vehicle was being fixed and he insisted I read it. Damn book wyrm cousin! (I’m really enjoying it so far though so don’t read that as me actually being mad. It may be the one thing that did not make me cranky today.)
Still not entirely sure about this one. Characters are interesting but I’m little worn out on the werewolves = white trash trope. We’ll see how it ends before I give any official opinion on it.
I love George Carlin. I’m reading this on my lunches at work which is really the only way to read it. These are literally braindroppings. Anything he found mildly interesting and/or funny found their way here.
I want to be more one-with-the-Earth and in doing so, wanted to research more into Druidism. Borrowing this from a friend as a starting point.
This is the book my little cousin thrust at me. It was on my to-read list anyway and I had time to kill so why not? I’m about 75 pages in and it’s definitely intriguing.
Polly Pissy Pants OUT!
Usually I don’t pay attention to much of the human race. I mean, I deal with the ones I have to at work but other than that I stay out of people’s business. This whole making laws to control other people’s lives just baffles me. If they’re not hurting anyone why does it matter?
Anywho, that’s a topic for another day but it does lead into my main point.
Someone just always has to come along and fuck up your grove. Never mind that I’m not bothering anyone else, please ruin my day anyway.
Oh really? You just wanted to make a point? A point that I didn’t even ask the question to. A topic about something I could give a shit less about. THANK YOU! Now that you think you’ve done your good deed for the day and highly irritated me at the same time, please move along and ruin someone else’s day. Or better yet, go home and lock yourself inside. I guarantee that society will be much better for it and your stupid, pathetic ideals will not live on.
ONE person can easily ruin your faith in humanity (at least for one day and then you have to pray that some awesome soul out there picks up this waste of human skins slack and brings you back around).
Who knew a cupcake would be the only thing in the world to expertly describe how I’m feeling after a day like today…