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| So I am trying to remain positive during this sickly time. I can't say that I want to be negative, but it's obviously easy to do so. I had a date and hardly talk to him ... both of us work. So I am not sure. We left each other without planning a second meeting. I don't know what that means. I should just let it go, move on and count my blessings. |
| Probably the one thing that I remember fondly about my childhood that doesn't have any strangeness attached to it, is watching cartoons. Especially Bugs Bunny cartoons. He was my absolute favorite. I loved him so much I grew up saying that he was my best/boyfriend and that I would marry him if I could. You know, not strange at all. We'd be like Jessica and Roger Rabbit only for Warner Brothers. Kids would love it. I would love it. Until I broke down with the absence of human touch and romance. It's all well and good on a green screen and seeing it happen on screen. But I would much rather that personality in a flesh and blood brawny man. Not buff, not chiseled. Just lean and strong. They make them that way, I have seen it. I know they exist. And I am getting to the age that looks are really fluid in interpretation. I like smiles and flashing teeth and laughing and eye contact. I like affection and undivided attention. Even if I am looking around in so many different directions at so many distractions, I want him to be zero'd in on me. I don't want him to be annoyed by it either. I am more attentive in private and after getting to know someone. I am not regretting the past. I had an absolute first date that went well. stood at my car for a little talking, and I drove home not as tired and not as nervous. I had joked earlier on in the date when he asked after saying he had a job to get to, if I was coming. I took it literally and said Should I if those kids are as monstrous as he made them out to be. I said I was good with kids. He said ... Not these ones. I broke the slowly growing awkward moment by saying I was hungry and needed something to eat. But That I would probably get something at home. So I had gotten myself a orange juice because he was unknowingly late. He called an apologized because he thoguht the time I meant was when I would be done work. Not at the place. It's okay. IT worked out for me, because I like being in position when the guy walks in on first dates... blind dates... first couple of dates. +++ I was worried about stuff at work going haywire. But It was ok. But I did get written up for something totally unrelated. But just as serious. I don't know if I was ever told not to do it verbally but .. whatever. I have been given many graces with this place already and I will not question and just keep doing my job as best I can. I can't complain (and when I do, I need to remember to stop, withdrawal myself, and work solo on my own somewhere). I don't need that kind of negativity in my work environment. |
| I messed up... I messed up bad. At least that's what My dad's leading me to believe. I expressed how I was concerned in a rather passionate email. The owner of the company I work for got a forward of the email. I received a reply from the owner and not my manager. I sent a reply back expressing more my concern and correcting the assumptions that were taken of me by the owner in their response. I further explained one situation that bothered me. I dropped a name, to color the scene. My father says I threw that person under the bus and should apologize. I didn't mean to be disrespectful, insubordinate, offensive, or step over boundaries. But it seems like that's what I did 100%, according to my employer and my dad. I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place. I don't want to lose my job. I love it. But I also don't want to perform my job at a level that goes against my beliefs. I don't want to eat shit, tread the rat race wheel and pretend everything is okay. I am sick with something between bronchitis and the flu and have to go to work tomorrow ... I can't call out. I don't want to give them further reason to hate me. Since they already do, and now because of my severe lapse in mature judgement... they have proof/a paper trail, so to speak. I have to go in and bite bullet, eat a piece of humble pie (my dad's phrase... oh, shit, does that mean I'm throwing my dad under the bus?) I didn't mean to step out of line, I just wanted to be heard. I need to apologize for how they all took my emails. I need to put on my big girl panties and face the music. (Wow, there's a shit-ton of sayings for this situation.) Leave a comment below, of a phrase that you hear or like to use in a similar ordeal... Thanks for reading, Namaste, ROSΣANNΣ |
| Potential is essential to crafting good prose and poetry. Craft can be tweaked! It took me a while to get away from Rewriting other people's work to how I'd write it. And look at it as a reader perspective...with out ulterior motives and inside knowledge of writing... It is looking more at the forest than the trees... but I know it's tough, especially when there's the inner editor sticking out it's donkey sized head and smacking it's lips in our ears every time we see an error that we then have the urge to point out. Main thing is... If you're going to give it below 3 stars... don't rate it. Just leave an encouraging comment to see more work.. I have a 2 star review on my blog for one entry... that I am not proud of and deters me from blogging. Not a great excuse... but still demotivating.. and that's the opposite of what we want to do for each other, isn't it? If you don't like it. Don't rate it. Just leave it alone, if at all else fails. |
| Track 10: Guilty Pleasure(s) Week: Track Title: Can't Stop Artist: Red Hot Chili Peppers Year: 2006 Lyric: "Use My Hands For Everything But Steering" Lyric: "This Life Is More Than Just A Read Through" Pop Note Video I still need sleep. And I am getting into the habit of waking up at the butt crack of dawn. I don't like that saying because I have a friend named Dawn. And I get grossed out, as well as more tired; thinking of it all, you know, it's just getting twisted in my head now. I like like the shirtlessness of RHCP and they never fail to amaze me in some why or another. I sometimes think that I am allergic to them cause it's addicting and harmful for my brain *according to some folk*. I just like them. They aren't Linkin Park, Creed, Disturbed, Eminem, or any of my favorites but as per the weekly topic/theme. This is perfect for me, because there are just somethings that I can't stop doing no matter how wrong or right they are. And unfortunately for *some folk, same yet different ones* I can't stop having to sleep with fans on and just the right temperature. ;) Can't stop selfish acts that help me live a healthier, fitter, happier life... despite what religion and *some folks*.... Ok, some folks is my parents and family and religious friends... I know ... Thuck Fem. ;) |
| Track 4-9: Because I fell behind, due to working two jobs ATM. (Soon it will be just the one job that I love .. the new job)... I hurt. My back and my back and my glutes, and my feet. I hurt ... It apparently goes without say when you are an LMT and work 3, 4, 5 massages a day for 5 days straight. I need ice, ice baby. Lots of ice, ice baby. But unfortunately then, I wouldn't be able to take advantage of the Xanax and Calonapin that I took in order to sleep at all soundly last night. It worked. It totes my goats worked ... I even woke up with a certain something something between my legs that I usually have to rely on to fall in the abyss. It's funny, and not funny at the same time. I don't think I need Ice as much as Vanilla Ice needs to "Stop, Collaborate and Listen"... because I am not sure he does anything anymore but still thinks he's big. I mean he's got tattoos up the wazoo and was a big artist for like a month back in the 80s. I couldn't care less when the video was made or when the song came out. I don't even care if I satisfied myself in my sleep or not. I am tired and just want to go back to sleep. *** I can't dig it anymore, This style of music makes me hurt even more. I just want to crawl back into bed and pretend that I never woke up this early in the morning to use the facilities. Tag Teams usually are in wrestling which is something that I don't watch that much either. Now thanks to reading all the youtube commenters/trolls.. I can't listen to this stupid song anymore without hearing Whoop That Ass. Sometimes a butt needs a good spank, but this is not that time. Besides, pain confusion doesn't work. And I am pretty sure that my back will still kill me. *** 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... This song meant nothing when it came out now it means so much more. I can't really say I like like it anymore because I know that it's about something entirely guilty related. I so don't get any pleasure out of the meaning of it. But remember fondly when I got a kick out of the melody. That's about all I have to say with this song. I picked it because it's one of the few listed on one hit wonder sites that I can actually sing without the lyrics. I don't know if that's because it was horribly over played or if I at one time loved the song. But now I just want to knock my head against the wall. Get. *Bang* This. *Bang* Song. *Bang* Out. *Bang* Of. *Bang* My. *Bang* Head. *Bang* *** Hey Y'all... It would be totally worth remaking this song for a country version. I think that the repeated lyrics is very in kind with the new generation that it was trying to appeal to, but I am not sure that it would appeal to country fans. Something about a dog, a truck and a girl all disappearing should come up somewhere in the actual song. But that outfit, Outkast. IS just OUTCAST! It sometimes is obvious one someone had no friends in high school. I am pretty sure that Outkast was one of them. It totally takes one to know one though. so    *** "What Kind of Girl do you Take me For?" Hm, a promiscuous one? Maybe. Just a hunch... you know by the nature of the song and all. And how you say that you have other people wanting to get with you too. "So does every body else!" Though I have to say that I don't like that I was once promiscuous, but I can't help but find the catchy in this tune whenever I hear it. The only problem that I have with this song is that I didn't actually like the message that it gave in the song at all. Not even when it was one of the songs that I listened to religiously back in the day. I still disagreed tremendously with the words.... But maybe that's why I like naughty songs that aren't even English. That way I don't have a clue what trash I am jamming to. *** Mr. Owl, Seriously, How can you even bite the damn lolly pop to get to only 3 licks anyway. All you have is a beak. No teeth and that little tiny tongue can't get at anything really. It would take you literally 5 hours of listening to "Tootsie Roll" before you made any headway on this. Sorry but even though at one point in my life, tootsie rolls were one of my favorite candies. I can honestly say that I really only like them for the wrappers that at bored times in my current existences... I make wrapper jewelry. Not to be confused with rapper bling. Just saying. Also, I really liked the butterfly dance, and well this all came out when line dancing was more than just a country thing, but well hip hop could get away with line dancing without a story. Oh, lets just give the directions of the dance in the song, that way we don't really have to write much actual lyrics... I still love/hate this song. Unfortunately. *** Back to bed for another hour of something similar to sleep... Peace, ROSΣANNΣ|NaPoWriMo|WGT|JDI _________________________________________ Playlist.... _________________________________________ Track 4: One Hit Wonder Week: Track Title: Ice Ice Baby Artist: Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Year: 1990-09-04 Lyric: "Alright stop, collaborate and Listen!" Pop Note Video _________________________________________ Track 5: One Hit Wonder Week: Track Title: “Whoomp! (There It Is)” Artist: Tag Team Misheard Lyric: "WHOOP DAT ASS" Pop Note Video _________________________________________ Track 6: One Hit Wonder Week: Track Title: “Mambo No. 5″ Artist: Lou Bega Year: 1999 Pop Not Video _________________________________________ Track 7: Guilty Pleasure(s) Week: Track Title: Hey Ya! Artist: OutKast Lyric: "Don't try to fight the feelin'" Pop Note Video _________________________________________ Track 8: Guilty Pleasure(s) Week: Track Title: Promiscuous Artist:Nelly Furtado/Timberland Year: 2006 Lyrics: "What Kind of Girl Do you Take me For?" Pop Note Video _________________________________________ Track 9: Guilty Pleasure(s) Week: Track Title: Tootsie Roll Artist: House of Pain 69 Boyz Lyric: "Cotton candy, sweetie, go, Let me see the Tootsee Roll!" Pop Note Video _________________________________________ |
** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I'm a Bleep. And I don't care. Or maybe I do, that's why I'm writing this to you. I can't feel the difference between some pointless emotions, all I know is that they mostly suck. So I'm writing this all down because I am feeling quite profound. And I don't give a damn how it sounds. I hate the world most days. I can't figure why other people try to blame everyone else for what they can not do and what they can not say and what they're unable to take responsibiLITY~~~~~~ I don't want to be alone, nor do I think I want to be with you. I'm so confused I don't know what I'm doing with my heart anymore. I can't sit back and wait for you to get your shit together anymore. I want to love you still, but I can't keep hanging onto a promise that may never be, maybe never be fulfilled. You don't say it out loud, just in text and it's quite loused. I can't say that I'm impressed, or that they words hit my chest with a pounding that will never cease, at least in that moment. I want those words to gain more meaning, baby. I want those words to gain strength. I don't want them to get weak. But I want my knees to be. So I don't know if I should stay and wait or get up and go. Baby, I am torn between two points of action here. I don't know which way is clear. It's cloudy and I just want to go home and sleep on it. Hey I got you babe, on the tip of my finger. Dangling there, trying to linger. I don't know if I should just let you fall to the wayside, and go... and move on. I don't know I don't know. There's nothing better than feeling the feelings that I feel when I am with you and nothing else is bothering my mind. There's nothing better than when we're together and I can't seem to find the time to do what I should be doing, or say goodbye. But when I'm a lone and I can get a clear tone on what's going on in this mess of a relationship. I don't know what to say to you anymore. I don't know what to think about it anymore. I just want it to be like it was, or not at all. All these choices aren't good for me to have under my control. Take the wheel and drive by or stay. Take the wheel, baby. I can't choose the way. Left or Right. Straight or stop. I can't judge the amount of gas to use or not. Take the Wheel ... Because I am done steering. I will just lay low and find something for me. A lone. Because that's all I know right now. I can do this alone. I can do this alone. I'm not afraid to be alone. This I know. [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Sources: http://www.listology.com/list/vh1s-100-greatest-one-hit-wonders-100-1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhfiiGGy7Ls |
| Me gotta Go... Maybe I am just in a top notch exhaustion state of mind, but I like the mushmouthing of the folkish lyrics that should probably not be in english.. But hey. They have a great feel to them don't they? Not to mention this song is in a crap ton of movie soundtracks, credits, party song lists, etc. It's everywhere. I mean we can let the past slip away but some of the times the past just keeps slapping us on the back of the head, into happy numbness... Yes that's what this song puts me to.. happy numbness... I couldn't sing along to save my life, but I am still happy to hear it. Hope you are too! Louie Louie [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RZJ4ESU52U |
Day Oh ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I wonder how many people know the meaning of it. It almost is "Heigh Ho" for adults now. Ah, scratch that. Heigh Ho is for adults too. Disney is always full of adult undertones. It took me some growing up to find out that it was possible for my Dad to be in love with Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs ... for the movie itself. Not because it's got undertones but because it appeals to kids and adults alike. The story is incredibly versatile. Such like this song. Versatile. I mean sure you can think he's calling the banker to count out his money so he could go home, or that he wants the boat to come so he can leave the work zone, or he's singing some strange rendition of "Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Banana Phone" Either or ... it's a great old song that has traveled far and wide. I'd only be so lucky to travel a fraction as many countries and counters as this song has. Another reason for picking this song is that I have been extremely insomniacishly tired. (It's not a word, don't try to look it up, it's not there. Trust me. I just did.) My new job is amazing. I love the people I work with for the most part, they are hard working and helpful in their own ways. Will is great and has a fantastic accent. I don't know where he's originally from but immediately we hit it off and have a nice mutual reciprocal coworker relationship building. We even have some inside jokes going. Ashley and Kelli and Denise and the SA's in the front of the house, usually leads and directors and managers and spa attendants. I don't know everyone's names but they are friendly and each have a special role in the running of the spa. I wish that the cohesiveness was a little better but hey, it's not my spa. One of these days!!! .... So like after upwards of 5 sessions nearly back to back 50 minutes in length a piece. This body is tired. My mind want to do so many things after work but I so physically tired. I needs a nap... Day... oh... DaaAAayyy Oh. [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Sources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day-O_(The_Banana_Boat_Song) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9OC8IWZ9Jk |
| I recall writing once upon a time about how I felt right after a quick sprint down a long street in town and I wrote quickly and excitedly using jagged letters and smudges everywhere from pressing too hard and the ink smearing from moving the note around and around... anyway, I wrote: "I feel so alive, like I am breathing life." Or something to that nature. It felt nearly painful to breath in so much air at one time. What they call sucking wind. Man, it hurts so good. It couldn't hurt to get addicted to that kind of pain, verses tattooing or cutting or something extremely harmful or taboo. Yada yada. I am going to start another "Give It 100!" soon... along side a Pact challenge that charges you $ each day you miss. For that I am promising 5 days of 30 minutes each. |
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