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major components,
otherwise known as
the three A's:
Anger
Animosity
Attitude
All of which I include in the following subjects.
or...
"Look Mom!...a disgustingly lower form of life!"
an occasional hiatus. I know all about the hazzards connected with and attributed to
this habit. How could I not? It has been shoved into my face at every opportunity.
And almost always by NON-smokers. Another case of some people declaring
themselves better than others? To some degree, yes. I am well aware that non-smokers
are concerned with the hazzards of second-hand smoke. They are justified in that
fact. But...they have no right to nag at me when I am NOT exposing them. What I do
with my body is MY business. Yes, I smoke partly because it is an addiction. Does
that make me a "weak person"? No, it's makes me freakin' human! No one is above
addiction of some sort and those that say they are...well I fully believe they are full of
you know what!. Just because I smoke does not make me less of a
person. I have quit on several occasions. Why I started again leads me to the next part
of why I smoke; I enjoy it! If I didn't like to do it, I wouldn't. I don't like beating
myself in the face with a 2x4, therefore I DON'T DO IT! Same applies to smoking.
Very simple bit of advice...if you see a smoker and their smoke is NOT affecting your
quality of life...leave 'em the HELL ALONE! Everyone on the planet who is old enough
to understand any spoken language knows what smoking does to the body. Smokers
don't need you to re-inform them. If you're in a "holier than thou" mood, find some
other UN-informed group to enlighten. And if you insist on soap-boxing, I can only hope
that someday somebody jumps down YOUR throat for something they think
you're stupid for doing. This world would solve at least half of it's problems if some folks
would just mind their own damn business.
or
"Hang onto to your wallets, men!"
I happen to be of singular status these days and thought I might have a look
around. I happen to know from past experience that the web can be a great place to
meet people, as I have met a number of extremely nice folks thus far.
BUT...
(as the hair on the back of my neck starts to rise)
I have noticed in my perusal of these ads that there appears to be one common
factor that really fries my butt. This is what seems to be a preoccupation with the
almighty dollar that a lot (not all, mind you) of these single ladies send forth in
their ads. I see phrases like "seeks professional" or "successful man" or even so bold
as to say "income of at least...." which is yet to be less than $35,000.
And then, as if that isn't enough!...they have the nerve to use headings like,
"where are all the good men?"
EXCUSE ME! A little advice here...how do you expect to find a decent guy when
your ad makes it sound like you are concerned about the size of his bank account?
Do you mean to say that the "quality" man you seek is quality only if his income
suits your tastes? You're scaring a good portion of the male populas away with
these entries. Yes, I understand these ladies don't want to become laden with
all sorts of debts and not to become involved with monetarily irresponsible guys.
That is perfectly acceptable. But not every man under the income level of
$35,000 is a deadbeat or unworthy of finding a good woman. All the "good men" you
speak of don't neccesarily give a damn about money, but it doesn't make
their world go 'round either. They know how to treat a woman with repect and kindness
and not just by taking her on a cruise and buying diamond tennis bracelets.
There are a lot of decent, hard working and affectionate guys out there that are
of MAJOR quality BECAUSE they don't make a mint and aren't able to have
whatever they want. I abhor snobs and
those that think less of me because of what I have and not who I am as a person.
I don't drive a BMW or a Mercedes. I drive a big gas-hog Bronco and I love it.
I know there are women out there who care not what a man's income is, to a certain
extent of course. They are the women who will know what true happiness is
because they still have dreams and goals and find more pleasure in little things
like getting flowers or breakfast in bed or a little love note left on the pillow.
Those are the kinds of things men of "quality" know about.
They support their mates careers and ambitions and hobbies and aren't busy out
playing golf or down at the yacht club showing off their new sloop. And while I'm here...
what's this addiction to all kinds of activities? Rock climbing, scuba diving, para-sailing,
jet-skiing, sky diving, kick boxing, hitting the gym 5 days a week, etc, etc....
Doesn't anybody sit the fuck still once in awhile?
Hell, if I was a burgular by trade, I'd hit these people's homes. Why? THEY'RE NEVER
FREAKIN' HOME! How do you expect to spend time with somebody when you're off to
some damn activity. Sit and snuggle with each other and enjoy touching and talking
for Chrissakes. Life is short, yes. But damn, you gotta stop and enjoy each
other now and then. Ahh, just another way of showing off and "keeping up
with the Jones" I guess. And there's nothing wrong with wanting to stay fit,
but don't let it become an obsession.
If you feel the need to buy a sex game to enhance your sex life, hang it up pal.
I've noticed that really ugly women are the only ones that will go out in public with a visible moustache. Maybe they figure shaving it won't make a difference. They're wrong. Ugly I can forget in a couple minutes. Ugly with a hairy lip however, is quite a bit harder to shake off...ranks up there with near death experiences.
I think doctors would be less likely to find high blood pressure in their patients if they wouldn't make them wait so damn long in the waiting room. I figure the national statistics is probably 30% over reality due to that.
Ever notice the one time you decide to look into the car next to you at the traffic light is the exact same time that driver decides to pick their nose? Timing is everything.
I am in no way responsible for feeding starving nations in third world countries. Keep that guilt tripping shit off everyonesTV.
With the incredible advances that have been made in communications technology, can't someone fix those fuckin' speakers at all the fast food drive-thru's so the person taking your order doesn't sound like they're talking underwater??
For obvious safety reasons, I refuse to ride with or even in the general vicinity of anyone who has a bumper sticker that reads "Jesus is my co-pilot". From what I've seen, Jesus can't navigate worth a shit.
If you cannot speak English well enough for those of us who can to understand you, and then you have the balls to compain about it, take your fuckin ass back to your country of origin and stay there. This is America, goddamit, and we speak English. Take it or get the fuck out.
What the hell happened during the aging process of humans that cause some to forget how to shop for food? They stand there in front of areas like the dairy section, just staring at milk, trying to decide which kind to buy. Buying milk is not a major financial or life threating decision. It's FUCKIN MILK! It's the same kind that was here the last time you bought some, and most likely the same price...give or take a nickel. Grab a gallon and get the fuck out of the way of those of us who have a memory span that lasts longer than a few days. I am amazed these people can even find their way TO the store.
So kiss my ass.
Weather forecast for tonight: Dark
Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.
I'm completely in favor of separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up on thier own, so both of them together is certain death.
Some national parks have waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.
I would never want to be a member of a group whose symbol was a guy nailed to two pieces of wood.
I credit that eight years of grammar school with nourishing me in a direction where I could trust myself and trust my instincts. They gave me the tools to reject my faith. They taught me to question and think for myself and to believe in my instincts to such an extent that I just said, "This is a wonderful fairytale they have going here, but it's not for me."
Fuck soccer moms.