Friday, December 10, 2010

How to contact me

For the Annonymous commenter that wanted to know how to contact me to hire me to write for them
email me @

Monday, May 03, 2010

Walking on Eggshells

I am fed up. Fed up of second guessing, of walking on eggshells for supposed friends, of censoring my thoughts in case it might offend the easily offended, of not being true to myself because they are afraid to lose control over me, and holding back for the sake of others who are faint of heart. You can't please everyone, isn't that how the saying goes?

To have a blog and to have such personal thoughts out there for anyone to see. Why?

I believe in the beauty in life. At its happiest and darkness moments. "It's such a mysterious place, the land of tears." One that we rarely get a glimpse of and if we are lucky enough to, those who can appreciate it will see the power in such raw emotions, unfiltered. I believe that life isn't just captured on a movie screen, after being carefully edited and airbrushed. It is made more real by those courageous enough to bare their souls, to let the world see that 'here, this is it, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.' Nothing to be embarrassed about in sadness, simple joy, quandary, or misdirection. 

Mistakes will always be made. They are an essential part of growing. But to hide them and tuck them away like it is something wrong is such a shame. To acknowledge them is so much more empowering, so much more graceful. I think art imitates life.

I think the biggest weakness in man is pride and our greatest strenght is honesty.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

The Pick Up Artist

 My internet connection took a dumper at the house, so I'm sitting here at Panara Bread getting some work done. Which is all fine except that this coffee I am downing is making me hotter than hell! Anyway, getting to my point.

I'm not real fond of working on my computer in public, it's not that I really worry about invasion of privacy or anything, because the people around me seem to be oblivious to the fact I am sitting with in 5 feet of them. Here in lies my issue. I typically can't stand to listen to other people's conversations in public. Yeah I know what you are thinking mind your own business and you won't have to worry about it. Honestly it's not that simple, I simply can't turn off my hearing. Wish I could but I can't.

Out of all the conversations that I overhear, the most painful are the ones where pickup artists are smooshing some chick they don't know at the table next to me. Honestly I'd rather be sitting in the dentist chair than to listen to their lame attempts. 

Seriously these men need to take some lessons on how to meet women because I can see the look of awkwardness and practically hear them subconsciously screaming "get away from me Freak" in their head as they attempt to non verbally give these guys the brush off.

Yeah and you just thought I was mindlessly tapping away at my computer all this time.......when in reality you became blog fodder and didn't even know it.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Man I feel like a Bitch

I really can't stand petty colleagues that feel the need to come to false conclusions about my work only because they are too much of a douche bag to ask me questions they might have, and go running to my boss to accuse me of something I didn't do just because they are to RETARDED to figure out shit themselves, or too much of a fucking pussy to ask me. God I hate you cowardly muther fuckers, oh and by the fucking way, OUR boss says you are the dumb fuck not meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!