Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Thirsty?



Two lonely Taco Bell sodas sitting atop a VW Golf down in the River Market. I love people - especially stoned people. :)

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Poor me

Poor me - I'm 24, living in tax-credit housing amungst exotic dancers and drug dealers - spending more each month than I bring in and the federal government may actually repo by brain if I don't start ponying up more money toward my student loans. Yes - I'm one sorry sack.

At least that's what I thought BEFORE I went to Target the other day. As I pulled up to the mom and pop killing superstore in my little red convertible, I noticed young woman across the parking lot with her arms seemingly packed with items. As she kept her arms tightly bound to her chest, I noticed she dropped a peice of paper and hopelessly watched it float across the parking lot toward me and my little red convertible.

As I watched her track the peice of paper flying against the ground - I thought I would help her out and pick it up to see if she needed it. Then I realized that this wasn't a reciept or a random piece of paper - it was her paycheck - not a stub, but the actual check. I walked it over to her and as I got closer I realized that the young woman wasn't holding anything. Her arms were impaired and atrophied into a permanet position on her chest. She was frail and had to hold onto a shopping cart for support as she walked to her car. She had watched her paycheck float away with no hope of stopping it. As I handed it to her - she whispered thank you and looked at the pavement, embarassed. I help her to her car and she drove away.

As I walked into Target, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was and what a self-absorbed baby I had been. I'm healthy (a little plump - but healthy), strong and capable. I'll never know what it feel like to watch my paycheck - my lifeline - float away.

The point here is that I needed something to tell me to get the hell over my self. Thanks Life - I get it.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Watch Fox News

I think everyone should watch Fox News.

I know. It's bold and if you know me - I'm sure you are shocked that I would say that, but follow me on this. Yesterday, I was watching Sports Center for the 500th time to appease my boyfriend which is the biggest waste of time on the face of the earth. For those of you who missed a sports center this spring, allow me to spoil the ending for you - THE ROYALS LOST.

Anyway, to shut me up - Brett turned the channel to Fox News. There were three conservatives bashing Barack Obama and one liberal who was allowed 2 seconds of commentary to every 30 seconds of hippie hating.

After every silver spoon sucking conservative comment I found myself yelling at the television in complete hatred for the idiots who are actually stating the "Going Green" won't produce more jobs and therefore we shouldn't pursue better means of protecting the environment. Seriously - I'm not exaggerating. "F the earth up - my cousin works in oil and he makes a great living; you can't take his livelihood away." Way to go Fox News - protect the OIL INDUSTRY, because it cares so much about the rest of us. (Deep sarcasm should be noted here.)

As I worked myself up and thought of a rebuttal to every point the conservative factory put out - I realized: I was thinking, independently analyzing and engaged in the world around me. Fox News mad me so mad that I wanted to prove them wrong. I had an opinion - hell I had a whole campaign of opinions.

So for those of you out there who avoid the conservative gossip mill known as Fox News - reconsider. Watching it could move you to anger, action and even more independence.

Time Magazine...

I get Time Magazine. In fact, I feel like I get Time Magazine everyday and everyday that goes by and I throw yet another Time Magazine onto my stack of unread Time Magazines - I feel a little more ashamed of myself for not making the time to read it.

Being an American - I think I'm completely undeserving of this shame and that it simply isn't my fault. I blame the smart asses at Time that named the publication they produce all tooo frequently to mock people with demanding jobs, dirty apartments and well-intentioned thoughts of make it to the gym.

F you Time magazine... and stop judging me. Rename your publication to "Don't worry - No one really knows what's going on in the world because no one has time to read this."