Life

"...Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It isn't about who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school. In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about..."

Sexual Harassment at Work

Random Rant #1

I'm not one to bitch in regards to people. Normally, I try to see the best in everybody. But one thing that pisses me off is when people don't greet you. Not just someone you met once or any random person either. A person you see on a daily basis, formally introduced, etc. You know the person, he/she knows you and vice versa.

Example, I was outside having a boggie outside my building while on break. I see two colleagues of mine walking, along with some other random dude. I'm not one to butt in on conversations or anything, so I figured I'd let them do their thang and when they see me, they'll speak up. I saw these people eying me from a distance, so it's not like they missed me. As they approached the entrance to the building, they walked right by me. No hello, what's up, nod, or any sign of acknowledgment. Straight up, staring straight ahead like I don't exist. That's kind of fucking busch league. Yeah, I was on the phone at the time to, but I'm not a fucking paraplegic. I do have the ability to wave. Walked right past me yo.

Fucking sucias.

EDIT: People who don't say thank you when you hold the door for them are the scum of the earth. They can suck a chode.

It's 4 A.M....

And I'm watching shit like this....

Writers Block

Shit happens!

LMAO!

Never Forget

September 11, 2001

I'm disappointed I didn't even make my way down to ground zero today, despite being 5 minutes away.

Since 9/11, I live for the moment, and not just the future.

Happy Birthday Jon.