I have approximately 75 pages left to read in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
I didn't want to come to work this morning - I wanted to stay home and finish it.
Alas, I am here at work...while the book sits on the arm of my chair.
*le sigh*
edit: No, I didn't read the last page or chapter. For me, that is the worst sort of sacrilege. Works for others - not for me.
One of the most twisted, funniest things ever.
And the end result - I am actually tempted to bid!
"I've got an iPhone in my pocket! It cures cancer!" (from a Mac commercial spoof on YouTube)
I've had the lyrics to a John Mellencamp song stuck in my head for days...
Well I look in the mirror
- what the hell happened
to me?
Whatever I had has gone away
I'm not the young kid that I used to be
So I push the hair back out of my face
That's O.K., I knew this would happen
But I was hopin' not today
Yeah, I was definitely hoping not today.
When the hell did I become an adult?
Don't wanna! Wah!
Arrrgh!!!!!!!!!
Giant eyes on the Xanga front page!!
What the hell is this? My space?
Sheesh
Yes, it is wrong to celebrate the death of another person...
And yes, I do believe it is bad karma to do so, generally.
That being said, I am sure the Universe will forgive me for the following:
Jerry Falwell is dead! Woo Hoo!! One fewer intolerant, hate-mongering hypocrite in the world!!
Champagne anyone? Maybe some tequila instead?
*raises toast*
Here's to hoping he finds himself reincarnated as a slug!
Pass the salt, please!
I'm already getting clients. Not cream of the crop, mind you, but still - the other attorneys in the office are referring clients to me.
Life is good.
And I may have found a house. It is less than 1/2 mile from the office, so I could walk to work every day. What joy that would be!!! I love driving my car, don't get me wrong. But I hate how expensive gas has become. Plus, pollution and all that. My car gets pretty good gas milage - about 25 - 32mpg. And it only has a 10 gallon tank, so I fill it up maybe once a week. Usually once every 10 days. Still. Walking would be better.
The house needs a lot of work. It is a good price, but I am somewhat nervous about it for some reason. Maybe because it took the Idaho house so long to sell? I don't know. My gut says to be cautious about this one, so we will see. Hubby and Dad are going to look at it this afternoon.
I have been really enjoying taking the MAX into Portland whenver I have to go downtown. What a great system! If I had to work downtown I would for sure take the MAX every day. How lovely that would be - to get to sit and read or crochet while going to work. (Or read cases... *grin*)
Ok, back to work.
Have a lovely Tuesday!
From "Dear Abby" today:
"I am a single mother who supports her children. I can't afford to be killed or maimed on the road."
Hmmm...so those of us who don't have children, or who are married and have children can afford to be killed or maimed on the road?
Fucking entitlement-whore breeders. Now, some of you may think this is an unwarranted, rude statement, but I submit that the statement of this single mother is just another in the long line of the breeders' superiority complex. Now, if you have kids and you're not one of those, ok, I'll be pleased to exempt you from the sweeping generalities I am about to make. But, if you aren't one of those, then you also surely know 1) there are a whole bunch of breeders out there who believe they are superior because they managed to pop out a kid, and 2) I am not ranting about you.
Now, onward - where the fuck does this woman get off thinking she has some sort of special rights because she's a single mother? Everyone takes their chances every day when driving - fate has no special exemptions for someone just because she is a breeder.
I hold these people in contempt because they seem to think the world owes them some sort of special consideration just because they've had kids. I don't have kids, yet to hear these breeders, they believe I should have to put up with their little rug monkeys running through the restaurant disrupting everyone's meal; I should be the one to stay late at work because I don't have snot-nosed petri dishes to run home to; I should feel bad that they didn't get enough sleep last night because of crying/coughing/whatever and therefore cannot (will not) come in to work today, etc.
This makes me fucking crazy. I have friends who have kids and they are good parents, raising normal, well-behaved children. But most of the time, when a friend has a kid, I end up terminating the friendship since that person immediately becomes uber-mama, and everything is all about her and her "widdle bayyybe." Or worse yet, they've contracted baby rabies and start asking me when I am going to pop out a rugrat. Ummm...never...and all my friends know that. I'm not shy about my stance on kids, so why must one of my supposed friends, once she's knocked up, start badgering me about breeding? I don't even let my DOGS breed for fuck's sake...there are too many people and too many dogs on the planet already.
Yes, I am childfree. I am damn happy to be that way. I have no desire for some little money-sponge, petri dish that I will have to take care of for the rest of my life.
Yes, I am selfish. Whatever. At least I know it, and haven't popped out a kid because society decided I needed to, thereby ruining my life and the brat's life too.
Now, some breeders have a fallacious argument to my point of view - that being "what if your parents had felt that way?" Well, then I wouldn't be here ranting about it, would I? And frankly, I am not so sure the world would be worse off without me. I mean, sure I am a decent person, I love my friends, I help people at my job. BUT if I weren't here, no one would be any the wiser anyway. And, you know, my parents might just be happier. At least I know my mom would be - she doesn't have much of a maternal instinct, and both my parents have often said that it was my father who wanted the kids.
You know, I don't think there's anything wrong with being selfish. At least my selfishness only affects me (and my husband, of course.) Far worse to be selfish and have that attitude affect so many others, such as believing the screeching of your rugrat is music to the ears of all the other store patrons.
Take the little fucker outside already!
(And if I had a restaurant? Well, rather than smoking/non-smoking, it would be kids/no kids...and the kids area would be in a soundproof room.)
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