In my head

I see my head sort of like a garbage disposal. It gets dumped into by the people I encounter during my day. The mail man, my family, the lady at Starbucks, my friends. When they exist around me, and I see them, or speak to them, I learn from them – even in the smallest way. Their living, reacting, positive and negative…adds to my life. Some of the stuff that comes in causes me to immediately flick the switch, break it down into small pieces that can go down the pipe and be sent to the places where it needs to go. Other stuff sits in the chute and clogs things up for a while. The water eventually can’t go down and it backs up into the sink and causes a big mess. Consider this post, the back up of the past few weeks.

Why did people get so pissed off about not being able to buy shit tons of gifts this year? Was it so bad to actually recall how to cherish the PEOPLE and not just try to buy them off? I, for one, enjoyed the hell out of my Christmas. Basic and quiet. I am not hoping the recession will last into the holidays this year but I am hoping that people won’t quickly forget.

I can not understand why our taxes have to be raised to bail out our failing school system. Is the state lotto not supposed to be funding that? Should I really believe that lotto sales are down in a time of such desperation? I think not. I think the fact that our school superintendents are making hefty 6 figure incomes while our teachers, you know, the ones actually in the trenches, have to pay for their own copy paper speaks volumes. Why are the budget cuts not starting at the top so the ones at the bottom can benefit? This should be the practice with all companies faced with tight budgets right now. Instead, you want to tax people more. Is that really the solution? My kids don’t even attend your schools anymore. Yet, I have to pay. Where is the lottery money? Show me that it actually was used for the school system and I will be happy to do my part and pay your higher tax.

Is it really too much to ask for you to make a phone call or send an email to say Hi to me on my birthday? You didn’t even have to acknowledge that it is my birthday but just the fact that you at least thought about me would have been nice. Maybe I am selfish in thinking that. I just kind of feel like celebrations of the people in your life should matter. Birthdays, holidays, new jobs or new homes. No matter how busy you think you are. We are all fucking busy. I had people on Facebook that I haven’t seen in 20 years say hi to me that day – yet you – nothing. Yeah. I did notice and it hurt like a bitch. Thanks bunches.

Why do people get their panties in a wad only after someone dies? I am pissed off by the comments the media is making about the death of Jett Travolta. Wondering why the autopsy report says he died of a seizure disorder and hinting about it not being a correct cause of death. Whether he had a seizure and hit his head – and the head trauma killed him or the seizure is what did him in (yes, hard fetched to die from a seizure I am well aware) is really not the issue. The 16 year old love of two parents lives has just passed. The Travolta family has a huge loss. They are one of the few tight knit successful “hollywood” families out there. You never heard negative crap about them because they were good people. Their son, who has a history of health issues, has died. Let it go. Will you question MY death like that if the medical examiner puts that I died of countless amounts of pleasure? Probably not. Although death by orgasm would be my preference for ways to die. Hehe.

I am having a hard time ignoring certain friend requests on Facebook. I am getting invites from people who I am certain just want to have me on their friend list however, I really don’t want to get on a personal level with them. Mainly because I don’t think they will approve of my language choices or the shit I spew in this blog. If they are added, they will see not only the way I interact on FB but also will have access to my blog. Both would cause them heart attacks and would severely tarnish my “good girl” image at certain venues. *sigh* I feel bitchy about ignoring them sometimes, but it really is for the best.

I am vowing to cut back on the drama intake this year. Life is too damn short to pile your BS on my plate. So please, if you see me walking away from you…don’t try to follow me.

I can’t wait for income tax time for us. I have a list of bills to pay off with the refund this year. I don’t know why, I just feel like THAT is what we need to do again. Maybe because it felt so damn good last year to do. Growing up sometimes is boring as hell.

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