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Sicky sympathy

I’m sick. I caught the flu and have spent the last few days at home. Everyone in the house has been sick. Cheryl caught the bug from a recent plane ride and Java has ear infections.

The amount of movies consumed during a sick stint increases 10 fold. At the time of this writing, I’m lying on the couch watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall and …. *eww*. Ok, moving on from this movie. I wonder why the penis is getting this much face time at movies? Weird and bizarre trend, I tell ya.

I also have to get through a bunch of drafts in my blog that I can’t seem to get through because being sick leaves me a bit hazy and unfocused. Ok, that is all. Now I want cereal… stupid Sarah Marshall.

10:27 am 0 Comments

A Post of Insults

So in order to blow off some steam, I started to write in my notebook, lately it’s been evolving into tiny notes that have been making my day. It took a whole week to collect my mental thoughts in my notebook, extract them, and present them here. Why? Well because I can. It’s my blog and it’s all about me (all the time).

• Hey you! Awkward middle management walking around, interacting with people while your iPod headphones are on. It’s rude. We get it! You own an iPod! So does everyone else in the world. When you’re talking to people, take those suckers off your ears and respect the person that you’re talking to. It’s the least you can do.
• Dear neighbor, your house is in dire need of a renovation. It looks like a house that got raped by termites in an orgy. Please, paint it. Better yet, demolish it and rebuild a cardboard box on top. It will look better. Thanks, Ritchie
• I don’t care about your opinion or your incessant need to justify your salary by spewing out the latest buzz words you read in the latest Gartner White paper or the latest Microsoft sales pitch. No really, I don’t.
• You! The one talking too loud in the sea-bus, you are annoying. I don’t want to hear your conversation. Actually, I don’t understand Spanish so you’re being a tease talking in a volume that deaf astronauts can hear.
• Mr No-concept-of-personal-space! Standing in line at Starbucks and invading my personal space won’t make the barista move any quicker. It won’t! My personal space doesn’t defy the laws of time. So you won’t get your wimpy dark coffee any earlier. Plus, you have shit in your teeth.

Sometimes you just gotta let things off your chest. I somehow feel lighter. Feel free to share your notes in the comments! It’ll be fun!

10:00 am 0 Comments