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May 15th, 2008
03:37 pm So the Redwings are playing Dallas in the Western Conference finals. Dallas had lost 3 games in a best of seven series. Last night the Wings wanted to close out the series. We had not let Dallas have the lead even once during the first three games. Our goalie, our offense, our power play, our penalty kill, our defense and our coaching have all been better than Dallas.
Now, if you have read my blog much, you know my favorite NHL player is Tomas Holmstrom. In fact, I gotta get a pic up of the hoodie I got for my birthday which has the Wings logo, my name and his number on it, since I play a lot like him.
Anyway, there was no reason why we couldn't sweep Dallas. And in the second period our best remaining forward, Pavel Datsyuk (Johan Franzen currently being out) blasted one past Marty Turco with Tomas Holmstrom screening. Oh wait, the goal is waved off, due to goalie interference on Holmstrom. Oh yeah, and just to piss you off a little more, goalie interference calls are not reviewable, which means that the ref is god, no looking at video replays or sending the call to the big boys in Toronto for this one. Oh wait, I thought that they said EVERY goal would be reviewed via video in Toronto. Hmm, apparently blown no-goal calls are NOT reviewed...Oh yeah, and just to piss you off a little more, Holmstrom did not receive a goalie interference penalty.
So, they say he interfered with the goalie, but apparently not enough for a penalty, just enough to wave off our goal. Well, you be the judge, I wish I had an overhead picture but this is the best one I could find.

Look at his feet. He is CLEARLY not in the crease. Oh wait, the refs said that they know his feet weren't in the crease, but his ass was, and that's what interfered with Turco. Wow, ass interference, that's a new one. Matter of fact, to me it looks like Turco's stick is hitting Homer in the leg while he is outside the crease, so shouldn't that be interference on Turco? Now to be fair, in Game 1 Holmstrom truly was in the crease and truly did interfere with Turco on a goal. I thought for sure that one would be waved back. But I can't let this go because in Game 1 we would have won that game regardless. We won 4-1 and we already had the lead when that goal was scored.
In this game, we simply had to win the game and Dallas was out of the series. Remember, they had not had the lead once yet in this series. Well, in taking this goal from Detroit, the refs took away their momentum. Now of course winners overcome things like this, which we will do in Saturday's game. However, a blown call is a blown call and deserves to be pointed out. Even our ever-classy coach did so post-game:
“Kelly is a good referee,” Wings coach Mike Babcock said. “He just blew the call. That's life.”
Well, at least Holmstrom let the Stars know how he felt about the call.

See you Saturday Dallas, and then you are off to the golf course and we don't have to play in your arena again with your shitty ice and shitty refs, at least until next season. Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Iron & Wine - Naked As We Came
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May 14th, 2008
02:39 pm Now this is rad...
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May 9th, 2008
03:41 pm When I took her home, I heard the perfect song.
Believe in all the good things you keep inside There is no freedom in life without freedom of mind I find myself running from fate whether or not i’m hunted by circumstance Every day rearranging Wind and waves in the cool of the puget sound Remembering a reason to be born Taking back the hope that men destroy Don’t burden your life when you can fill it up with joy
-Fire Theft
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03:14 pm Ok, maybe this is totally arrogant, but I'm quoting myself for truth on the matter of dumping. Dumping is never fun, but hopefully if I follow these instructions it will be a bit less painful.
Dumping
Be straightforward and concise when dumping. The less time you spend on any one subject, the less time the other person has to defend, cry or maim.
If you were cheating, or thinking of cheating, bring that up. This increases the crying factor but has an inverse relationship upon the relationship.
It is easier to be dumped than to dump. So, remember that you are actually doing them a favor by dumping them because you are taking the hard part on yourself.
The best sex in the world is make-up sex. The second-best is break-up sex. However, there is only a small window of opportunity. Wait more than a few days and you've blown it. The actual timeframe varies depending on the depth of the relationship and the severity of the break-up exchange.
The art of dumping is all about timing. While no perfect timing exists, wait until the person's life is at its worst because they will not fight back but will let go. This totally goes against our nature which is to wait until their life is stable before disrupting it, however this is in actuality selfish because we might as well dump them when their life is already unstable rather than screwing it up when it is going well.
The Final Word: Always let them get in the Final Word. It makes them feel empowered and that it was their decision, which means they will be confident enough to move on and try someone else. However, do not let them do this if you are planning on break-up sex.
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April 17th, 2008
03:03 pm And so last night my hockey season came to a close. We played the MSU Law team, a team which has way more players, money and coaching than my team. They are also a younger and quicker team. However, history has taught us that it is not always the quickest who win the race.
In this case, it was the smarter who won the race. We traded goals with them throughout the first half of the game. At that point they took two consecutive penalties which could have been avoided. One of the numero uno rules of playoff hockey is that you don't take stupid penalties. They did, and we made them pay for it. A power play goal tied the game up for us.
But, now we needed to score another goal and take the lead. I was desperate to do so, and I played them very tough, trying to dig in and get in front of their net to distract the goalie or deflect a shot into the net. I made a pass behind the net to one of my players, who then shot from an almost perpendicular angle to the net. The goalie made the stop and went to cover the puck. I put my stick in, taking one swipe at the puck in case he had not covered it cleanly.
Three of MSU's players (but not the goalie, ironically) took great exception to this and began shoving and punching me. Not one to back down I essentially laughed in their faces and shoved back, knowing that if I kept from throwing punches they would end up with a penalty, and we would get the man-advantage. That's what happened, and then we scored and took the lead. We would ended up trading a couple more goals with them, but we emerged victorious, in spite of their superior numbers, finances, fans and coaching.
I may not be the most skilled player out there, but I know how to play smart. Apparently smarter than law students, or at least MSU's law students. It was a fun game. You can check here for the stats if you are interested.
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April 7th, 2008
04:20 am "Once the family felt secure, now no one's really sure. Your own worst enemy has come to town, your own worst enemy has come, everything is falling down..."
So, as some of you probably know by now, my grandfather died yesterday. The grandfather whom I respected, who was more of a father to me than I knew. I was told tonight that I should just "man-up" and basically not be so upset about it. Not a fan of that thinking. I'm not looking for pity, I never have been. Empathy though is nice at times.
He was a man, a great man. I was the last family member to speak to him before he died. He told me he loved me, which no other man in my family has ever done. Now I have to go and deal with the other side of the family. Maybe they loved him too. Maybe not. Maybe I'm the asshole. Probably so, but don't ask me not to be upset by his death. Don't ask me for anything at this point. I won't ask for anything but understanding. I play my next playoff hockey game for him. That probably doesn't mean much to most people, but it does to me.
Shalom, Mr. Arritt. Current Music: Bruce Springsteen - Devil's Arcade
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April 1st, 2008
03:33 pm - Holiday Greetings So I was watching CNN and I saw this piece on Hillary Clinton which totally amazed me. Check it out.
On another note, sorry I haven't blogged much lately. I know I've been a slacker and I promise to do better. Been a bit depressed I guess but that's coming to an end. Current Mood: amused
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March 27th, 2008
02:12 pm - From Mike Rogers' newsletter. Fighting the Largest Tax Hike in American History
Earlier this month, Democrats in the House of Representatives passed a budget proposal which would enact the largest tax increase in our nation's history. For Michigan families, it would mean an average of $3,000 more in taxes each year to the federal government.
Let's face it, this budget is bad for America and dreadful for Michigan . It will raise taxes on every working American and making it more difficult for small employers to stay in business in the United States . It will do nothing to help the residents of Michigan who are already facing very difficult economic times.
The Democrat budget will impose $683 billion in new taxes over five years to finance hundreds of billions in new spending. These tax hikes would affect workers, families, and small businesses by:
* Raising the 10 percent tax rate bracket to 15 percent, causing 6 million lower income individuals and families who have not been paying taxes to dip into their pockets and begin paying a federal income tax. * Re-imposing the marriage penalty, causing 23 million taxpayers to see their taxes increase because they are married. * Slashing the child tax credit in half, forcing 31 million parents to pay more in taxes for each one of their children.
As we have seen in our own state of Michigan , you cannot tax your way to prosperity. This budget will harm our nation, put even more families and workers at risk in a slowing economy, and make it tougher for small businesses to thrive and retain or create new jobs. Rest assured I will continue to oppose tax increases in Congress that jeopardize Michigan jobs and hurt our economy.
Mike Rogers is the man.
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February 25th, 2008
06:02 am - Rated Arrrr How can you not love this video. I would love to direct something such as this.
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February 20th, 2008
02:21 pm - Whoa, I didn't think I had blogged about child porn Ok, this collage is supposed to represent what I have been blogging about. Weird. NSFW!
( What I've been journaling about )
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February 15th, 2008
02:47 pm - A Bachelor Party to Remember Allright, inspired by Tucker Max I will relay the story of the most memorable bachelor party which I have yet attended.
All names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. So, a guy I went to high school with (Braino) had a wedding coming up. He went to college in Atlanta so he still had a lot of friends there and so I went with him to celebrate the weekend before his wedding.
We were staying with a friend of his, Big Man, who has a really nice house and was also nice enough to drive us around while we were in town. Big Man has a kegerator so the day of the bachelor party we woke up and began to drink beer from the kegerator around 10am. There happened to be some Mexicans working on Big Man 's landscaping in front of the house, so we proceeded to sit in the driveway and watch them sweating their suntanned asses off while we sipped on some good beer and laughed at their accents.
At some point we decided that it would be good to meet up with the rest of the crew so Big Man drove us to another house which also had a kegerator. Wow, I'm really beginning to like this town. At this point we hook up with Hippy and Drunk and try to form a game plan for the day and evening. We also hear a story about Womanizer, who apparently just broke up with his girlfriend only for her to let him in on the little secret that she is pregnant. Lovely. All the more reason to drink.
Just about this time I'm realizing that Braino is already drunk, although I'm not really sure how. I mean granted we had both probably had a gallon of beer by this time, but come on! We end up at a microbrewery where Big Man is a card-carrying member of their beer club, quite an accomplishment considering he needed to drink over 40 of their beers to get his card.
I am definitely feeling the beer by this point so Big Man and I decide to get some food. We order some for Braino and he eats about half his burger. At this point he is beginning to become incoherent. I decide it is time for me to pick up a chick because what better thing to have at a bachelor party but chicks? The ones sitting in the next booth don't seem to be amused by my slurring or by me saying that their boobs would look better without a shirt covering them. Cokeman shows up and it is at this point where we rely upon his namesake to wake up our fading bachelor, who looks to be close to passing out. Right next to the microbrewery is a huge liquor store so we proceed to buy more alcohol, beer for the others and for myself, Bourbon. None other than Elijah Craig 12 year for me. We take our wares to Cokeman's house where the party really gets going.
I am the only one that does not partake of the nose candy as I prefer my sweet, sweet bourbon. I am told to move my car so that I don't get a ticket. I run it into the car in front of me as I am parking. I think about how ironic it is that I'm risking a drunk driving charge so that I don't get a parking ticket. I also wonder how my car got from Big Man's house to Cokeman's house. Did I drive? I move back to more Bourbon and Big Man remarks how it is amazing that I have been drinking for 10 hours straight and I am still with my wits about me. I take this as a challenge.
I run across the street, yelling at passing cars and propositioning random women. I find one who appears disheveled and drunk. This amuses me:
Me: Wasssupppp baby? Cakegirl: I got in a fight with my boyfriend we were making a cake. Me: Boyfriend? Whateva. Heee's a jewk. Cakegirl: I have cake all ova me, wan some? Me: Noo, It's my man's bacheloh pawdy, dance foh him! Cakegirl: I'm not very good at dancing. Me: I dun care, make out with himm. Cakegirl: Where is eee? Me: I dunno, make out with me.
Cakegirl does proceed to dance for us, but did not make out with any of us. And she did have cake all over her. I tell Braino that if he doesn't hook up with her, I will do it for him. He says he is not interested. Since I'm not the one getting married, I'm interested. Somewhere at this point I lose track of time and Cakegirl as well. I ask Cokeman where the bathroom is. I remember walking towards the bathroom and seeing that it was occupied.
The next thing I remember is Braino waking me up. He told me I should pull my pants up. I realize that both my jeans and my boxers are around my ankles and I am lying on Cokeman's couch in the back of his house. I also realize that I have pissed in my pants.
We have a 4 hour drive home and I have no clean clothes. We get lost in the ghetto and stop and get White Castle, each devouring 6 Jalapeno Sliders, which made us sick to our stomachs within an hour. A fitting end to our trip.
We later found out that Womanizer's ex-girlfriend had lied about being pregnant to get him to stay with her.
This is why I don't trust women. Current Mood: embarrassed Current Music: Bruce Springsteen - Girls in Their Summer Clothes
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February 14th, 2008
02:18 pm - Flair is fun The problem with half of the flair that I've seen is that the art of the cocktail has been lost. Now I respect that flair bartenders are proud of their jobs. Bartending is a lost art, something which has been watered down over the years so that all that is left are some half-melted rocks in a perversion of a highball glass.
What is my first duty as a bartender? Customer service. What does that entail? Well, it depends upon the customer, the environment and any other number of variables. For my southern regulars, doing a shot of whiskey with them is customer service. For some of the ladies, recommending a fruity, but not too fruity cocktail and then making a show of preparing it for them, that is customer service.
For my diners, being able to recommend something off the menu, or recommend a good microbrew is customer service. I watch some of these flair videos and I have to think, "Is that practical? Does that make sense? Why would he shake a mixed drink only to return it to a glass of ice?". The form sometimes takes precedence over the function. I suppose there is a time and a place for that, but I want my customers to know first and foremost that I am making them a proper beverage. If I can put on a show and entertain while doing that, then great, I'm happy to entertain, amuse and educate (and be educated, for that matter).
Flair is an adjective which modifies the adverb Bartending. That means that Bartending is the action and thus should come first. Flair is just a way of bartending. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Tom Petty - Don't Come Around Here No More
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February 8th, 2008
02:07 pm - Hot Friday Hot on this Friday, and as always, is the topic of abortion.
The Didache, (literally "Teaching") was written by Apostles in the 1st century and declares this:
"In accordance with the precept of the teaching, 'you shall not kill,' you shall not put a child to death by abortion or kill it once it is born."
Now obviously if you do not give stock to the Apostles who wrote this, you won't think twice about what it says. However, I just think it is amazing that almost 2000 years ago it was so explicitly said that abortion was wrong. And they didn't make any exceptions either, no cases where abortion would be acceptable. They simply equated abortion to killing, period.
If you are a Christian, this should pretty much sum things up. If you are not a Christian, well, I have one question: Is killing a human for matters of convenience acceptable? If I get sick of my live-in roommate and decide to kill him, how is that any less acceptable than killing an unborn baby? The answer to this is usually that the unborn "fetus" is not a real person yet.
Let's ask perhaps the most scientifically qualified person in the world: Dr. Lejeune has an M.D. from the University of Paris, and a Ph.D. in genetics at the Sorbonne, Faculty of Science. During his research he discovered the first chromosomal diseases in man, one being Down's Syndrome (previously called Mongolism). Invited to the U.S., he gave the first course of human genetics at the California Institute of Technology. He received the Kennedy Prize from the late President and the highest award in genetics, The William Allen Memorial Award.
Regarding the humanity of cryogenically frozen embryos, Dr. Lejeune wrapped up his opening statement by testifying that as a geneticist, he concludes that the frozen embryo is an early human being that is suspended in time and "cannot be the property of anyone because it is the only one in the world to have the property of building himself. And I would say that science has a very simple conception of man; as soon as he has been conceived, a man is a man."
Funny how the courts completely ignored his findings on this issue... Current Music: The Who - The Song Is Over
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February 7th, 2008
02:03 pm - Canary Make Up
Wash your hair in mother's milk Die it clean in baby's blood Secret visits to a place in town No mother's creed to wear you down, no
Quiet, shy girl on her last thrill It was a clean kill To shake away and take away The cuss-word-whispers in her hair So have a care and leave a note To wake up
(kiss, kiss) So much nothing going round in this small town We've seen the house-beaten wives with their factory night lives And the life lost between the car and the bar gate You never know when it's too late
Still, a sound on this side of the last door Left crack'd open for enough for seekers to be fooled And all God's lovers in Sunday school say, "She's a one made up in make up."
Speaking to me words of release And so disease me with your golden ease
Sometimes, never In a time a time unknown Always, never We click our heels, we click our heels But we never get home
That song was written by Canary on 9/11/01 following the horrible events that day.
I love someone who is not around. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: the Who - It's Not Enough
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February 5th, 2008
09:27 am Here's a great video about some old hockey greats.
What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us
Current Mood: anxious
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February 1st, 2008
02:05 pm

It's a mystery to me we have a greed with which we have agreed
You think you have to want more than you need until you have it all you won't be free
society, you're a crazy breed I hope you're not lonely without me
-Eddie Vedder
So today Al Qaeda used two mentally handicapped women to blow up 73 people. This isn't the first time they've done such a heinous thing. 3 years ago they used a mentally handicapped kid to do their dirty work.
These bastards have officially reached the lowest of lows. Not only attacking innocent women and children, but using unwilling and handicapped women and children to hurt others. Now I'm not one to judge or say that one society or religion is better than any other but seriously, these guys are the most whacko religious extremists I've ever heard of and they all deserve to die.
Blow their whole friggin' headquarters up for all I care. How much more death before someone takes this seriously? And meanwhile our boys and girls are over there. I understand why they are over there, but why can't we take an aggressive stance? Fuck waiting for democracy to happen, they obviously aren't trying too hard on their own. Let's give them some incentive. Like: Take control of your situation, or we will take control of it for you. Shoot, that's already happened here in the US, why not over there?
I don't know that there is any easy answer. Part of me wants to say blow it all away. Part of me says there will never be a solution when certain Arabs have no respect for human life. Current Mood: pissed off Current Music: Eddie Vedder - Setting Forth
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January 30th, 2008
10:32 am I love They Might Be Giants.
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January 25th, 2008
12:36 pm - Hot Friday Hot Friday is more like Cold Friday. What's Hot this Friday is one of the places where I work, Brannigan Brothers. We've been in the newspaper several times and this time we are in the Lansing State Journal because the Grand River Connection, a group I recently joined, met there. If you live in the Greater Lansing area and want to network for business or pleasure, check it out.

It's about time for me to do a liquor review, but since I'm very tired right now I'll just give you a link to my favorite IPA, which I just reviewed on RateBeer.
When you call me at night for some love, I know this must be from above but you're out to prove that you are right, so you leave me alone in the night. Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Bruce Springsteen - They Broke the Mold
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January 24th, 2008
02:19 pm
BreakPoint Commentaries Life Issues Noah and the Flood By Chuck Colson 1/24/2008
A Modern Survival Story Little Noah Markham was one of the tiniest victims of Hurricane Katrina. When the levees broke, Noah was trapped in a flooded New Orleans hospital. It took 10 police officers using flat-bottomed boats to rescue him. It is an amazing story, but what makes it even more incredible is the fact that—on the day Noah was rescued—he had not yet been born. And no, he was not living in his mother’s womb. Instead, young Noah was living in a canister of liquid nitrogen. He was, in fact, a frozen embryo—a human being at the embryonic stage of life. On January 16, 2007, 16 months after a policeman grabbed Noah’s home away from home—the canister—he was born. As Robert George and Christopher Tollefsen observe in their new book, Embryo, if the police had abandoned that canister of liquid nitrogen, “Noah, sadly, would have perished before having the opportunity to meet his loving family.” And so would more than 1,400 other embryos. Noah, whose parents named him after another flood survivor, is a joyful reminder that embryos are members of the human family—members who are fully human at a very early age. Noah’s life may have begun in an unorthodox manner. But after the doctors implanted him in his mother’s womb, his life was that of a typical embryo: He somersaulted into the fetal stage, and then the infant stage. A few days ago, Noah celebrated his first birthday. God willing, he will grow into a toddler, a teenager, a young man—and in time, an old man. In telling Noah’s story, a web log called All American Blogger said the embryo who became Noah was rescued and defrosted: wrong. As an embryo, Noah was already Noah. As any embryologist would tell you, human embryos are not a part of an organism, like a heart, a kidney, or a skin cell, George and Tollefsen point out. “Nor are they a disorganized aggregate, a mere clump of cells awaiting some magical transformation. Rather, a human embryo is a whole living member of the species Homo Sapiens—a human being—in the earliest stage of his or her natural development.” It is important that we understand this, because the lives of many other Noahs are at stake. Too many scientists want people like Noah put to death even before they have a chance to be born; they want to create, and then sacrifice, these young lives in the name of biomedical research—or for profit. In order to do this, they will attempt to convince Americans that people like the embryonic Noah are not fully human—and thus, not worthy of protection in law. And they will want our taxes to pay for their diabolical research. This is why you and I must tell our neighbors not only about the promising breakthroughs in adult stem-cell research, which does not destroy human lives, but also about the full humanity of the human embryo. Because they are fully human, they are worthy of full moral respect. You do not need to make religious arguments: The scientific arguments will do just fine. Read Robert George’s and Chris Tollefsen’s new book, Embryo, to learn about why we have a moral obligation to protect humans at every stage of life—even the lives of the smallest people among us. People like Noah. Embryo: A Defense of Human Life by Robert George and Christopher Tollefsen. | For Further Reading and Information | Duane Lester, “Katrina Baby Noah Turns 1,” All American Blogger, 16 January 2008. “Katrina’s Noah Turns One,” Globe and Mail, 17 January 2008. Janet McConnaughey, “Katrina ‘Rescued Embryo’ Baby Turns 1,” Associated Press, 16 January 2008. Kim Moreland, “Does It Mean the War Is Over?” The Point, 18 January 2008. (Includes list of successful adult stem-cell therapies.) BreakPoint Commentary No. 020410, “Embryos, Human Cloning, and the Image of God: Why ‘Therapeutic’ Cloning Is Wrong.” Stephen J. Grabill, “The Embryo Surplus,” BreakPoint WorldView, July/August 2006. | | © 2008 Prison Fellowship | | Site Powered by . |
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January 23rd, 2008
10:04 am - Yes, that's a real ad
  
Ok, strange ads aside, I was a having a conversation with my friend last night which spurred a lot of thoughts in my mind. We were watching an episode of CSI and these models were using spray-on pantyhose, which is just what it sounds like. Now I'm not sure if panyhose was originally meant to be a dress-up things or just to make the legs look "better," but either way I think that spray-on pantyhose is just over the top. My friend then said that she thinks women try too hard and I had to agree. I mean once in a while I will wear a tie or use a bit of product in my hair. I don't really do this to for any other reason than that either I feel like it that day or it is socially required (wearing a tie to a wedding or to court, for instance).
On the other side, women go through some seriously crazy things to compete with each other, impress men, make themselves feel good about how they look or simply bow to social customs. The problem with doing all of those things is that it is crazy.
Ladies, exposing yourself to a fake tanner (which costs money, hurts your skin and looks totally fake) is crazy. Wearing fake nails (which cost money, break all the time and look totally fake) is crazy. Spraying yourself with something so that it appears you are wearing pantyhose is crazy. Wearing high heels in the middle of winter and falling on the ice is crazy. Wait, I take it back, wearing high heels at all is crazy (and IMO they don't look that great either). Shaving in places which you don't even want us to touch is crazy. Spending 2 hours on your hair until your man is pissed off and doesn't even want to go on a date is crazy. Wearing so much make-up that you don't want us to kiss you is crazy. But don't worry, if you are wearing that much I won't want to kiss you anyway. Dyeing your hair some weird color because you saw it in a magazine is crazy. Acting a certain way because some celebrity (who is a crazy bitch anyway) is crazy.
In short, society has made you crazy. The one thing that I want as a man is a woman who is NOT a crazy bitch and that is what most women have allowed themselves to become.
Now of course men are just as bad in different ways, as I'm sure that some woman will point out to me.
However, let me just list a few of a crazy bitch ways which I have personally experienced:
You know you are a crazy bitch if you:
* Warn a guy that if he leaves your house you will call the cops and say that he beat you up. * Kick a guy out of your house because he spent the night somewhere else AFTER you broke up with him. * Tell a guy and his best friend that you are going to marry him, WHILE you are cheating on him. * Show up unannounced at 4am and punch your EX-boyfriend because a girl said she had fun with him. * Show up unannounced at 4am ANYTIME when a guy has to be to work at 8am. * Sit next to a guy who you aren't supposed to be around, then say you didn't sit next to him on purpose. * Drive drunk with your kids in the car. * Drive drunk into ME! * Forget to tell a guy that you live in a Mental Hospital * Take your boyfriend's emergency only credit card, max it out, change the mailing address and don't tell him * Tell me that you love me, then ignore me * Despise a guy who turned you down because you were married
Ok, now I know that I've done some screwed up things, some things which were really wrong, so I'm not just sitting her pointing fingers but man, I could keep going with this list. There just seem to be some really, really messed up chicks out there. I hope they can make whatever changes in their lives that they need to make but I've seen no evidence that they really want to do so.
Oh well.
Current Mood: amused Current Music: Tom Petty - Here Comes My Girl
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