In no particular order, here they are.
-Tupperware sucks. It truly does. It is not 'airtight' or 'freshness protecting' or any of those other things it claims to be. Things still go stale and get moldy in it. Sometimes, they go bad just as quickly as if you didn't have them in Tupperware at all. Tupperware SUUUUUUUUUUCKS!!!!!!
-Rachel Ray, I'm sorry. Putting limes or lemons in the microwave to make them yield more juice is a lie. It just makes them hot, so you now are trying not to burn your fingers as you try to squeeze miniscule amounts of hot juice into your cold drink. Stop trying to deceive the American Public.
-My dad and Warren are still (as is Franciso Franco) dead. It makes no sense. Of course it didn't help that my dad smoked like a chimney for forty years, ate two eggs and four strips of bacon or sausage every Sunday and had a massive sweet tooth, but he still shouldn't be dead. Not many people enjoyed life as much as he did. He was far from a perfect person, but he still was one of the best men I knew, and even though he's been gone for almost eight years I miss him horribly. I probably always will.
As for Warren, he shouldn't be dead either. At least, he shouldn't have died of mesothelioma. A drug overdose, drinking himself to death, AIDS, that would have been understandable, if no less sad. But to die from lung cancer caused by sleeping in an attic room when he was young that had an asbestos ceiling? Senseless. I would have loved to hear his commentary on some of the things that go on in music today, in politics, in just about everything. He still gets ignored by the HOF every year, and I probably care about that more than he does. I just wish he was still here so I could get a chance to see him, talk to him, and tell him how much his music means to me. I don't want to wait until the next life to do it. Hell, I may not even make it there, at the rate I'm going.
-I have two dear friends who don't see their own worth. It's not that I don't understand what they're saying, I just disagree with it. I love them, and don't like to see them in pain. I wish I could fix it, but I can't. I just hope that my being there for them helps, even a little.
-The people who work for the Department of Social Services must have Masters Degrees in making poor people feel like shit. I would love to see them try to survive on what they give people to live on. They forget that if not for people like us, they wouldn't have jobs. I consider myself one of the lucky ones because I get a little family help. So many of these people don't. I can understand working at a job like this can, at times get frustrating and depressing. I just wish the people who work there would try to understand how the people who need these services feel.
- I think it's really sad that over at some social media and writing websites, you give someone the privilege of being a moderator for a message board, and it goes right to their heads. Yesterday, I was banned from a board I really enjoyed reading and posting on because I DARED object to the fact one of the moderators called my credibility as a writer into question. God forbid I didn't tow the party line and accept her constructive criticism. What's worse is that she's blocked me, so I am unable to point out both the error in her judgment, her meglomaniacal personality, and her horrendous, glaring errors in logic and spelling.
-My godmother is in a geriatric unit in Brookly, fading away from Alzheimer's disease as we wait to have her guardianship finalized. She had a cat when she lived at home. Right now, the super of her building is feeding the cat. I had wanted to take the cat when I moved, and my mother had said that was a good idea. Now, suddenly, she's going to let the manager of the condo have it for their office. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
I wanted that cat. As went everything else since my GM was diagnosed, what I want, feel, think, doesn't matter.
So, you ask, has anything good happened lately? Well, yesterday, there was this.
http://iecastellano.blogspot.com/
It is forty kinds of awesome to see my poem featured like this. People have been telling me it's beautiful. I don't know. It honestly was written in an hour. Blame my muse. Who knows what will come of it. Still, it's massively cool.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go stare at a blank screen and a blinking cursor and see if anyone feels like talking to me. Thanks for reading. :)
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