Never Post Anything When Angry

Well, really, truly, foaming-at-the-mouth angry.  Being a little tweaked can lead to some interesting posts, but don’t do it when full of unfocused rage.  ’Cause blogging when a red haze clouds the vision leads to bad choices of words, and that’s just not a good thing.

So, I’ve stayed away, choosing that advice over succumbing to the bitter, nasty jumble of words and phrases just poised at the edge of my fingers, waiting to escape onto this screen.

When I was a wee-boy growing up in Duluth, I had problems with my temper.  I would say nasty things, behave atrociously, and was just a real pain at times.  One day someone said “Nate, you’re talking from your stomach too much.  Don’t speak from your stomach, just use it to start from.  It’s all just noise and smelly gas in your stomach.  Speak from your heart and your head.  That’s where you take that noise and gas and turn it into something useful.”

Well, I’m done typing the words straight from my stomach.  My head and heart are itching to get back to this thing what I call a blog.

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“Sway”

You know when you’re at a store, standing in line at the register, and realize you’re humming and tapping your foot?  And you don’t mind?

My Dunn Brothers here at work did that to me while I was waiting for my coffee, and I like the song.  Brings back some memories.  I may just have to buy it from iTunes…

Lyrics, so I may sing it correctly:

“Sway”
Micheal Bublé

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Skåll!!!

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Gawddamn…

I mean, can people be any more selfish?  Any more unthinking?  Any more childish?  Any more dependent?

I’m just trying to get through my day, and people keep asking me to think for them.

Questions like: “Procedures say I should contact so-and-so, should I?”

Answer: Yes!

Question: “Procedures say send a ticket to Department-Name – should I call them?”

Answer: Yes!

Question: “This is not working, and procedures say to call This vendor, should I?”

Answer: Yes!

Quit asking me stupid questions!

*grrrrrr*

Think, even if it’s just a little.  Please?

…

Have fun, readers.  I’ma have a freaking look at apartments, or maybe deviantart, or even play some online games.  Or something.

‘Cause it just plain hurts.

Skåll!!!

Random Link-Clicking…

Apartment searching is proving very interesting, but really gets monotonous after a while.  Oh frabjuous joy, I’m connected to the Internet!!!!!

Between getting some of my G-Mail stuff caught up and WordPress having a couple of updates, I’ve been blurring through the web today clicking before thinking.  WordPress’s extend site has “Plugin homepage” and “Author homepage” links can get random searches off to a really interesting start…

Without further ado, my version of Tuck’s infamous linkey day.  (During which I wax verbose about… Oh, yeah, without further ado.)

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It’s a Freakin’ New Year…

And I’m apartment searching.

I’m sick of the shit I have put up with for six goddamned years, believing I was at fault.  Believing I was the wrong one.  Believing I was to blame.

I’m so sick of it…

2008 is dead.  2009 better have some redeeming qualities to it, dammit.  Or someone will be beaten to a pulp.

Skåll (period, full-stop, end-of-sentence, end-of-conversation).

P.S.: Shit, it wasn’t the end of conversation…  I’m quitting smoking as well.  I re-did my budget and I really want that $45-$70 a paycheck back to spend on hookers and blow.  Or something.  Maybe just hookers.

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