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Monday, July 07, 2003
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The Dumb Things People Say
I had a 2-month training course at my new job in order to learn insurance laws and whatnot... and there is this woman there who is loud and obnoxious. You know the type, spoiled with a silver spoon shoved into her mouth her entire life, otherwise known as a prissy rich bitch. She is also pregnant, which added fuel to the flame burning directly underneath my ass.
She generally annoys me. As she is with child, for the first time ever of course, she is now The Wise and Powerful Authority Parent, knows all, sees all, great Guru To All Mothers World Over. She lives in a swanky suburb, I live in within the city, and so I have heard her go on and on how “Her kids would NEVER go to one of those nasty city schools,” when 3 seconds before I was saying how I needed to enroll my 5 year old daughter in school.
I squisha you head, I squisha you head… funny, it doesn’t work. Damn.
So she keeps saying to me one day, cause I am wearing a little sundress and sweater outfit, “Cover yourself, we see your cleavage.” She is only about 2 or 3 years older than me, so what the fuck has crawled up her All-Knowing Ass is beside me. So 4 o’clock rolls around, and her fat lips flap out for me to cover my chest again, and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why don’t you stop fucking looking at my titties then and we will all be happy. Nobody said you had to fixate, now did they?” And then, it happened. The class was blessed with my first ever smile of the day.
5:46:33 PM 
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Just Great
I am fucking depressed, so of course of all mornings... See, when I got up for work, I couldn't find my keys, for over an hour I searched, and I still can't find my 'em, missed work 'cause of it, and the stupidass blog won't update. And did I mention I was depressed?
My latest annoyance is the fact this damn blog refuses to post anything new I plug in. Everything was fine until I changed the bloody theme. I changed it back to the green, but it still won't friggin' work. Odds are, this damn thing won't post for 2 fucking days. By then I will no longer be depressed, but of course it will be too late, cause the update will FINALLY take and you will say "Oh, I see Amanda is in the dumps again, silly fool." But I won't be down, I will be in my happy phase and high on life by this point, and it will be far too late for your pity. Am I rambling? Can you help me find me keys? I think I am going to cry.
"Puddle" By M.C. Escher
8:29:18 AM
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My First Tragically Hip Song
The first time I heard the band The Tragically Hip was while driving on a very hot summer day back in Florida, a bit over a year ago. I heard the song Scared and really liked the unique sound and lyrics.
Oh, and, by the way, this entire bit makes me laugh... You won't get me you crazy bearded fool! No sir!! *laughs*
Anyhow, the only reason I am posting about my very first Tragically Hip tune is 'cause of the awesome picture I found of Gord Downie. Often times, visual beauty strikes me in such a way that can send me floating and pondering for hours. This photo is just amazing and says a lot in regards to his personality.
As far as a "favored" band of mine that hits a chord on any sort of deep and reflective level, this is pretty much at the top of my rather short list.
Side note, Gord Downie also does solo acts, and he has a new album out, which has had some very good reviews. It is for sure "different" and well worth checking out.
1:41:05 AM
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