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Brothers are dicks!!!
Dear Brother,
I helped you grow up. I had to help you becuase my parents taught me that family is important. Boy did they steer me wrong. When you were little I helped you with your homework. I babysat you, sure I did scare you a lot but you were annoying. I had to take your everywhere because I am 7 years older than you. When I grew up, I consider you almost like my son. I have helped you every time you have asked me and even when you haven’t. But brother, you have been a gift wrapped box with nothing inside. A jack in the box. You are never nice, don’t ever look out for me and you beg, borrow, steal, and destroy anything you want or need. I ask you for favors almost never. You always say no. I have been very good to you. I am tired of asking you for help when I have a dire situation and you shut me down. Please remove your lips from the butt of you girlfriend and realize that you should give me some respect and help. Since you don’t, I am letting you know that you are being cancelled from your lifetime membership as my brother.
You are a dick not once, not twice but 80% of the time. Then you are stupid enough to think I will help you every time you need any little thing.
Ask me for nothing ever again. The thing that makes me really angry is that women have so much pressure to be caring,helpful, responsibile, and noble.
Why do men get off the hook?
RIP Chevy Malibu Barbara
A moment of silence for the best car I ever had. She never broke down, though she did get annoyed when I tried to start her and disable the engine because she thought someone was trying to steal her. She’d not start for 10 minutes and then onward. Later, she corrected the problem on her own. She didn’t even leave me stranded when the engine blew. We spent 2 1/2 wonderful years together
Now to shop for a car when I’m hitching rides all over town. To buy a used or almost new or brand new cacharrito…
Anyone selling a car?
Do attitudes rub off on others?
Would I be happier if I surround myself with those who are happier?
Always on My Mind…
I hope one day someone dedicates this song to me who has messed up…
Always on My Mind
(thompson/james/christopher)
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Maybe I didn’t treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn’t love you quite as often as I could
Little things I should’ve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didn’t hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I’m so happy that you’re mine
If I made you feel second best, I’m so sorry, I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Satisfied
Little things I should’ve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Maybe I didn’t treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn’t love you quite as often as I could
Maybe I didn’t hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I’m so happy that you’re mine
(maybe I didn’t love you…)
Domestic Abuse Among Friends…
True story. Two male friends live together in an apartment. They have been friends for 10 years. When one of the males supposedly has a drinking problem, leaves the apartment messy, or does anything wrong the other male punches him in the face over the course of a year.
The friend who is getting beaten never fights back. That same friend’s family gets involved warning the abusive friend to discontinue his behavior.
The abusive friend gets home to an empty house, his friend has moved out and disappeared.
Can this be a heterosexual relationship? A new type of abuse?
Drawing The Line…
Emotional Vs: Rational
There are people who take side on the ongoing battle of thinking with your heart or thinking with your head. Most men will bank their bids on rational thinking. Though, you may not know this but rationalizing is not the only way of thought as many men proclaim. It’s a way of thinking that began dominating the world and was used by the Nazi’s in this equation.
If you feel GUILT that is usually because emotionally speaking you are going against your own morals. Rationality, abandons the emotional as it is always the more economical decision, keeping self interest at the forefront.
The Nazi’s applied these principles by telling soldiers that anyone who did not kill all the jews they were ordered to terminate would have their family killed. So soldiers feared losing their families. The same was told to those who harbored jews. The Nazi’s backed these threats with action. Whenever the rule was broken there was follow through.
If a few of those soldiers would have used the emotional morality approach to thinking they would have stood up for what they believed, in sacrificed their family and stopped a horrific historical event. The only way humanity can stop these types of things is to not be controlled by selfishness and stand up for what they believe, hence ridding themselves of guilt. It is a sociological principle to maintain these beliefs and if an entire world would abide, there would be less risk of control over the people.
When I plug the equation into the situation of my mother asking me for money. She owes me money in the thousands. Now that being said she’s asking for more cash to pay off bills that are in collections. A. She’s heavily in debt. B. She’s on the 10 year plan for already paying me back. I feel guilty because according to the way I’m programmed I should help my mother at all costs if I think emotionally. However, if I apply rationalism here, I will not give her a penny. The choices are change my emotional programming which means I can’t help someone at the cost of hurting myself, feel guilt and don’t give her money, or give her money and be sad about my cash being negative again. She won’t ask my brother for money because he won’t entertain the idea…being the one someone can count on has a way of biting you in the ass. I am drawing the line.
Apply the emotional Vs rational equation (guilt backlash if you have certain morals) equation to your personal dilemmas….Post here!!
Mondays are for texting..
One boy student tickles the girl student with the ribbon end of a book mark, as they share reading a novel. Middle school four play at its best. If all else fails mondays are for texting. The beginning of any week is so horrific you need a little book mark rubbing to remind you why you’re spending your day in doors following protocol. Since you can’t quit your job because you’re lucky to have one. Remember Mondays just suck.
Reasons being:
1. Feels like you broke up with your weekend.
2. You didn’t sleep enough.
3. Your job is lame.
LITTER BUGS LITTER PRICKS
Two weeks ago, I was driving along the back road in PSN (87th ave.) and two men in a 1990’s pickup truck with a 2 tone paint job(one tone being sanded paint color, the other a faded brown) with construction supplies in the back are driving in front of me. The passenger launches a light beer can allegedly appearing to be the low-grade Budweiser into the last of my neighborhood’s woods. The can moved and flipped through the air in slow motion before landing in the woods. “Mo-ther-fuck-er”, my pulse raced. I slammed on the horn as if I was going to save an un-born child. When the guy seemed to show no remorse for adding litter to my neighborhood , making it slummy, polluting the earth with his inability to dispose trash, thereby decreasing the property value of the neighborhood I wanted blood.
I memorized his tag and reported him to the non-emergency 911 number. Did they ever apprehend the Litter bug? Hard to say, probably not.
People don’t think about what they do. He was either disposing the evidence that he’s having a beer on the road, or he’s nasty.
I don’t date litter bugs. “Litter Bugs” is a cute name and they don’t deserve that. If you were never taught to dispose of your trash. Thing that make you more trashy than the trash you don’t know how to dispose of are listed below.
We must first define TRASH to clarify for the moronic: baby diapers, batteries, fast food containers, bags, condoms, tampons, flyers (especially club)
You are a Litter Prick if:
1. You let out your fast food garbage on the lawns of others.
2. Leave condoms in parking lots.
3. Clean out your car and leave it in little bags in mall parking lots/ shopping centres. Take anything out of your car and leave it anywhere but a trash can.
4. Dump filled trash bags on the side of road.
5. Leave trash on your car and driving off without a care in the world.
6. Letting garbage go free in the wind.
7. Leaving anything non-biodgradable at the beach.
If you’re thinking I’m being too anal about this then I invite you to meet me at your house so I can dump various types of trash over your head. Think about how much of a more useful job the guy who cleans streets and malls could be doing. You could pay less property taxes or have the money be spent elsewhere if there didn’t have to be any funds spent on litter pick up. It’s about responsibility and doing your part, catch on its a 2nd grade lesson.
You need a little Urkel In Your Friday
T.G.I.F. The week passed by pretty fast. I have to get up early tomorrow to take this stupid teacher test. Too bad Urkel’s not on the air!
“Did I do that?”
