Stranger things have happened

Gubernatorial Sex Scandal...

Follow up - The IRS does it again, I love it when people get caught by the IRS, it's just too funny.

"The idea is to die young as late as possible." -Ashley Montagu

Dearest Julie,

My condolensces are with you and your family right now. I know how much you love your grandfather and how terrified you were of this day. He's been through enough pain and he's in a better place now, looking over you.

"We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love." -Madame de Stael

"In any man who dies there dies with himhis first snow and kiss and fight....Not people die but worlds die in them." -Yevgeny Yevtushenko, "People"

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." -Norman Cousins

Am I worth fighting for?

To quote Mark Twain, "LOVE: The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired," is the basic human need - to be wanted, to be cared for, to be desired. Yet, this is all a bit different from being worth it - worth the want, worth the care, worth the love and worth the desire. It's being worth fighting for. Who will actually fight for you? Who is willing to lose their pride for YOU? Who is willing to let go of their insecurities and defenses? Who is willing to stand up to everyone? Who is willing to protect you? Who will risk getting hurt/wounded with the possibility of losing the conquest?

And maybe "It's 2008. no1 fights for any1." , but, to quote, Erica Jong, “[Do you want me to tell you something really subversive?] Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.”

I've always been a realist, so I don't want a fairy tale, just a content and happy life.

I Want . . .

The Practical Side of Love

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin

To all the Ladies . . . Happy 8 Марта

Успехов - в pаботе! Погоды - пpиятной!
Любви - чистой, нежной и неоднокpатной!
Детей - pазнополых! Пальто - по фигуpе!
Соседей в купе - что не пьют и не куpят!
Волос - шелковистых! Зубов - белоснежных!
Мужей - состоятельных! Спонсоpов - нежных!
Любовников - умных! Супpугов - в законе!
Свекpовей - живущих в дpугом pегионе!
Hевесток - покоpных! Таpелок - помытых!
Мужей - не хpапящих и на ночь побpитых!
Коллег - не зацикленных только на бабах!
Вpагов - слабосильных! Вpагов - сильно слабых!
Обедов - в постель! Впечатлений - поляpных!
И... этих... ну... в общем, того... pегуляpных!
Чулок - без затяжек! Hи дня - без обновки!
Мужей - в очень длительной командиpовке!
Любви - обжигающей, как в сеpиале!
По пять сеpиалов - на каждом канале!
Романов - куpоpтных! Поpывов - безумных!
Соседей и снизу и свеpху - бесшумных!
Поездок - не на огоpод, а на моpе!
Пиpоженок - вкусных, но чтоб без калоpий!
Машин - иностpанных, но pуль чтобы слева!
Духов - от Диоpа! Цветов - ежедневно!
Hамеpений - pазных, но лучше сеpьезных!
Жилищ - пятикомнатных и пятизвездных!
Заслуженный отпуск - на пляжах и волнах!
Тpоллейбусов - вовpемя и неполных!
Билетов в автобусах - только счастливых!
Дpузей - не занудных! Подpуг - не pевнивых!
Мужей - состоятельных! (Как говоpится,
Раз сильно желаешь - не гpех повтоpиться!)
Любви - чтобы воспламенялась, как поpох!
(Когда это важно, не жалко повтоpов)
Стиpальных машин, пылесосов, комбайнов -
И функциональных, и стильных дизайнов.
Стpастей - изнуpительных! Тpудностей - кpатких!
Бpильянтов - не меньше, чем 40 каpатов!
Сантехники - импоpтной! Родов - без боли!
Пpоблем - никаких! Шифоньеpов - без моли!
И... кажется... что-то еще мы забыли...
А-а-а, ясно!
Любви!!!
И сеpвантов - без пыли!!!
И сбыться - мечте стать великой аpтисткой!!!
И Женского Дня - в год хотя бы pаз 300!!!

Нет, я не против, только не согласна!

Сравни ее характер и мой бюст! Мой круче!

Вы снова здесь? Как Вы непостоянны!

Лишь изредка я привстаю с диеты…

Какие это деньги? Это сдача!!!

Мужчины косяком - и мимо, мимо…

Он так молчит, что хочется раздеться…

Если б ты любил меня, как пиво!

Да согласись же наконец: я не упряма!

Я в третьем браке. Муж - в последнем.

Люблю без памяти… без памяти… кого?..

Он в розовых очках сменил мне стекла….

….я стою дорого, особенно в одежде.

Мужчинам проще, их свекрови любят…

Мне замужем не очень, но живется…

Я сохраню вам верность под проценты…

Идут года, мне все еще за тридцать…

Помехи счастью - ты и лишний вес.

Как это трогательно!.. Только не руками!..

Вот негодяй: краснеет - и не врет!

Сегодня плов без мяса. И без риса.

Я выгляжу неплохо, но не часто.

Все позади: придется обернуться!

Забудь о прошлом, наживем другое…

Ты прав, я умница, но шубка мне как раз…

Как робок он… сопротивляться сложно…

Мне истина дороже не настолько!

И мама, и Минздрав предупреждали…

Он промолчал - и я ему поверила…

Да, женщин много, но соперниц больше…

…..буквально смотрит в рот. Как стоматолог.

В твоих объятьях я не только честь теряю…

Ну ладно бы алкаш, так он еще и лысый…

Многозначительно молчит, а просит однозначно!

И чувствую: он мой, как это ни противно…

В постели он подобен богу: не храпит!

В нем много детского: не любит манной каши…

Я верю, что и ты сумеешь чью-то жизнь испортить!

…..не смотря ни на что, ни на где, ни на с кем…

Вся в мыле, но держу себя в руках…

Теперь я после первой не целуюсь…

Смысл жизни с кухни выглядит иначе…

Cудьба, оскалив зубы, улыбнулась…

Скрывать мне нечего, но так хотелось скрыть…

…..ну, изменила… но от силы - раз!..

Как много безынтимных дней прожито!..

Нет, не напрасно ты вчера почистил зубы…

….я не вернусь, поскольку не ушла.

Про самообладание не знаю, но в мною обладании силен…

С кредитной карточкой не только жизнь прекрасна…

Любовь прошла, осталось - остальное…

Все нестандартнее фигура год от года…

Хочу из средней школы - в средний класс!

Уснул, не попрощавшись… Развожусь!

Любовь нужна, как деньги: ежедневно.

Таких, как я, немного: только я…

В твоих глазах есть все, помимо смысла.

Ты оскорбил не вдруг, а постепенно.

Тебя не видеть. Это ли не счастье?

Скучаю по тебе, как по застою…

Прикрывши робким "нет" решительное "да".

То ж, будь по -твоему: снег белый и холодный.

Подарил мне пылесос, женится наверно..

Воздушных замков я не строю, только глазки.

Он мне любовник, хоть по документам муж.

Он холостяк, иных достоинств нет.

Любить он мастер, а жениться кандидат.

Я требую сейчас же, но не сразу!

Я не романа жду от вас. Лишь предложения.

Попробуй суп, не бойся, есть лекарства!

Пора мириться, завтра день зарплаты…

На завтра у меня истерика и шопинг.

Комплименты

Комплименты женщинам
- Вот смотрю я на вас и думаю: еще выпить, или вы мне уже нравитесь...
- Девушка, а вы какого размера "Олвэйс" носите?
- Извините, вы верите в любовь с первого взгляда или мне зайти попозже?
- А вы где такие тонкие кривые чулки купили?
- Вам очень идет эта прическа! Совершенно не представляю вас лысой.
- Вы такая гибкая! Ну-ка, перекувырнитесь!
- Скажите, а сестра у вас симпатичная, или на вас похожа?
- Девушка, у вас такие большие глаза, что можно в них утонуть... А на носу - повеситься...
- Ох, как вы смотритесь на этом диване...
- Это я еще сижу...
- Вы такая изысканная... Вздрогнем сиськами под оркестр?
- Вам, девушка, с такими ножками надо на руках ходить!
- Девушка, а вы владеете языком по-французски?
- Мадам, у вас такие духи... Они для атаки или для самозащиты?
- Ваша грудь так красиво поднимается! Это напоминает мне эпизод моего детства, когда мы с папой накачивали резиновую лодку.
- Ну и ножки у вас. Одна лучше другой.
- У вас глаза как озера. Одно как Иссык-Куль, другое - Байкал. Одно глубокое, а другое синее.
- Нет, девушка, что вы! Вы не кажетесь мне "немного глуповатой". Вы - немного yмноватая!..
- Сейчас допью, мадам, и я у ваших ног...
- Ох, восточные женщины. Хороши - до безобразия! А также во время безобразияи после безобразия!
- Мадам, вы так пpекpасны в этом туалете.
- Девушка, от вас так приятно пахнет! Что вы сегодня пили?

Комплименты мужчинам
- Вы такой серьезный, задумчивый - наверное, из заключения?
- Я с вами себя такой умной чувствую!
- Красивая у вас помада на рубашке.
- А что это у вас такое вкусное в бороде осталось?
- А я даже и не знала, что красные носки выпускают...
- Что вы на меня так смотрите, как будто ваши родители на дачу уехали?
- А у вас все тело такое волосатое или только ноздри?
- Вот вы человек и порядочный, и скромный, - а вот не умеете этого показать...
- А вы рубашечку под мышками специально намочили?
- А пальто у вас с коротким рукавом или просто старое?
- Руки у вас такие шершавые! Вы, наверное, писатель.
- А вы и вторую бутылку сможете выпить?
- Вы так на меня смотрите, как будто я уже голая.
- Вы напоминаете мне океан... Меня от вас так же тошнит.
- Вы такой умный. Вам череп не жмет?
- Хорошо с вами, надежно, а у вас еще много денег осталось?

Познавать себя опасно - вдруг разочарование!

Чем дороже смотрится букет, тем выше ценится отношение к женщине подарившего этот букет.

Пропускают мимо ушей то, что не соответствует размерам черепа.

Ложь во благо лучше любой правды.

Женщины стареют быстрее, а живут дольше. Мужчины стреляют чаще, а женщины лучше.

Мужчины хуже переносят боль и поэтому быстрее бегают.

Счастье не в деньгах, а когда они тебя не имеют.

Радуйся, если тебе насрали в душу. Все-таки, это лучше, чем на голову.

Золотая середина - это миг между темным прошлым и светлым будущим.

Браков больше, чем разводов, потому что не всех удается развести, впарив им брак.

Счастье мужчины - в его руках, Счастье женщины - в его штанах

пятница - это не так позитивно. всего два дня до понедельника

Если с утра на odnoklassniki.ru зашел - работы до вечера не будет.

Мужчина молод столько, сколько он любит. Женщина молода столько, сколько ее любят.

Если бы не брак - то и не надо было бы разводиться.

Если судьба ставит палки в колеса, значит не туда едем, товарищи!

Ах, если бы судьба ставила палки не только в колеса!

Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary!

Дорогие Мама и Папа,
Я вам обоим желаю только здоровья!!!

Be happy for this moment, this moment is your life.

and it's passing you . . . errr . . . me by.

my work, my life

I always liked numbers and was never afraid of hard work. I always liked nice things and found a job at age 15 to have the sweet 16 that I wanted. I always valued interpersonal relationships and tried my best to be a good friend.

I had a family. I used to make dinner almost every night and do laundry and clean the house and now my food intake is reduced to company bought dinners at a whopping $16 cap. I was always out and about surrounded by friends. I was the go to person for planning a night out, referring a restaurant and just generally making plans. Now, as I'm in a stinky car service car at a quarter to one (yes a.m.) I feel that besides work, I have nothing left - just me and my job.

This is not a coupling I am too fond of. Considering that I wouldn't as much as pick up a book on the weekends, I am now working seven days a week. No time for me is fine, I'm used to that, but no time for anything or anyone else?

I'm "home." Erf.

Comments

I'd love to know who's leaving me comments, please don't be Anonymous!

An extra day of work . . .

. . . and no, I'm not talking about working Saturday and Sunday without compensation, but 2008 is a leap year and February 29 is a "free day." While many marketers are taking advantage of this, it's also a work for free day if you get paid twice a month as most of us corporate junkies do. I think we should all go work for National Trust.

Off to sleep I go, because off to work I go in less than seven hours, for which I won't be compensated for since I don't work at a company that observes "Leap" days or any other holidays during busy season. But for our clients, it's great, an extra day of slave-labor at no incremental cost.

Good Night/Good Morning/Happy "Leap" Day!

Cognitive Dissonance

Perhaps the title above is not necessarily the correct title for this post, but I just really liked this phrase. (Thanks Arky or your roomate.) In talking to Julie last night during one of our usual gab/gossip fests, she spoke an interesting phrase, "you do what you gotta do, and let other people follow accordingly." This leads me to a more famous saying of Rabbi Hillel, "If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I?"

In talking to Julzie this morning who was "woken up with 5 requests from 4 different people" which turned out to be 4 requests from 3 people was trying to help everyone except getting her own work done. We (that may be too general of a term) often find ourselves in situations where we will sooner help others then ourselves. We will proof a friend's paper, translate something for our parents, run to the pharmacy for a sick relative and maybe even google a topic that someone we know is having a "problem" with instead of tackling our own work and life. Perhaps, it is because it's easier to deal with other people's stuff rather than our own. Perhaps, it's a way of escapism or procrastination. Some of us multitask in order to accomplish things that have no benefit to ourselves except "being there" and often times that's not something that's even appreciated or considered. Maybe, there are no selfless deeds because helping someone in need is a way for us to feel better about ourselves. Yet, maybe we really do want to help, try to help, often in spite of ourselves. In helping others however, do we harm ourselves by putting our own issues/problems/work on the back-burner? If each of us isn't there for our own self, can we truly rely on others to be there? But, if we don't [try] to help others, are we really human?

I'm not sure if the above makes any sense but it's 12:30 am and after a week of 13 hour workdays and a work-filled weekend ahead of me, I'm sure it's forgivable. Maybe it's not and this is where the cognitive dissonance comes in. How do you prioritize between having a career, a family, a social life and extracurricular activities that you truly enjoy (i.e. [in no particular order] posting on your blog, that you seldom update; reading random things on the internet [really good NYT read that sort of kind of fits with this post, at least in my head]; seeing loved ones; and being really ticked off that there's way too many quotes, paranthesis and miscellaneous punctuation in this post and perhaps it's because I haven't read nearly as many books as I should've and want to and wish that i could.) This has become one big massive run-on, much like the jumble of thoughts and ideas that are in my head. I was never good with outlining or bulletpoints or PowerPoints, but get me started on a topic and I'll go off on all kinds of tangents, telling you all kinds of stories, except for whatever it is that I really want to say. . .

"Счастье не в тех женщинах с которыми хочется спать, а в тех с которыми хочется просыпаться. . ."

GEORGE CARLIN'S NEW RULES FOR 2008

I thought that these were great!

New Rule:
No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.

New Rule:
Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days --- mowing my lawn.

New Rule:
Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain...Lobster?

New Rule:
Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: 'Lucky bastards.'

New Rule:
If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keep sakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.

New Rule:
Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them? Good, we're done.

New Rule:
There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but, without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.

New Rule:
Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.

New Rule:
The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a 'decaf grandee, half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and One NutraSweet,' ooooh, you're a huge asshole.

New Rule:
I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering My PIN number, pressing 'Enter,' verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want Cash back, and pressing 'Enter' again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up Is standing there eating my Almond Joy.

New Rule:
Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you Spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to 'beef with broccoli.' The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.

New Rule:
Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN Recently televised the U.S Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait, they're already doing that. It's called 'The Howard Stern Show.'

New Rule:
I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.

New Rule:
If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.

New Rule:
And this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell If he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your webcam, Dude. I just want to wash my hands!

New Rule:
When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to hear '27 months.' 'He's two' will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.

New Rule:
If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than Minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying, 'Do you want fries with that?'

Babushka's Birthday!

V for Vendetta

WHERE WOULD YOU BE:

IF - YOU HAD ALL THE MONEY YOUR HEART DESIRES

IF - YOU HAD NO WORRIES

IF - YOU CAME HOME AND THE FINEST MEAL IS AWAITING YOU

IF - YOUR BATHWATER HAD BEEN RUN

IF - YOU HAD THE PERFECT KIDS

IF - YOUR PARTNER WAS AWAITING YOU, WITH OPEN ARMS AND KISSES

SO, WHERE WOULD YOU BE?

HELLOOooo!!!!!!!!!
YOU'D BE IN THE WRONG DAMN HOUSE!

HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY GOOD VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

Муж под каблуком жены? Неправдоподобно. Вот под шпилькой,- бывает.

Чтобы жена считала мужа точкой опоры, - он должен носить ее на руках.

Самое верное решение принимают, когда нет выбора.

Google Quote of the Day

"Don't go through life, grow through life." -Eric Butterworth

What is "busy season"?

An explanation, from a co-worker:

Ladies and Gentlemen:

I would like to take a brief moment to explain to you what is known, in some circles, as “busy season”. Here’s a hint before I get started though – it’s a season and it is very, very busy. Shocking, I know. If you’re a tax accountant or auditor (i.e. the last legal form of indentured servitude) or you have friends who are, you know this term well. Between January and mid-March, your ass belongs to whichever public accounting firm you have been fool enough to sell it to for the tuppence that you have agreed to accept as biweekly pay. You get to work at the butt-crack of dawn and routinely watch the sun rise from your desk. You see the cleaners so often, you now know the names of their children in ascending order of age and the name of their favorite pop group. You work through what used to be your lunch-break and is now just the ten minutes (usually around 3:45pm) during which you run to the bathroom, check your voicemail, check your email and/or catch your breath. You deal with bitchy clients, bitchy managers, bitchy receptionists, co-workers who used to be congenial but who are now just bitchy because they can’t stand busy season either. You get fat because of all the other things that your firm has denied you (life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness), it will provide you with the equivalent of your body weight in food with the highest caloric content possible. Here’s a snapshot into the snack-drawer (more like snack-closet) at my most recent busy season client – KitKat, Cheez-it, Cheetos, Doritos, Lays, Twix, Hershey bar, Ferrero Rocher (we’re classy, y’know!), Twix, Twizzlers, Reese’s Cups, Pringles, cupcakes, fruit snacks -- all in bags weighing about a hundred pounds each. And what happens when you get frustrated, irritated and all-round aggravated? You reach for the snack drawer and pretty soon, your sizeable arse can no longer fit in your pathetic Office Depot swivel chair.

Of course, because of all the snacks you’ve been eating, you begin to break out, so you’re not just fat, you’re pimply and ugly too. This brings with it a wave of self-consciousness and low self-esteem comparable only, perhaps, to your ‘awkward teen years’. Perhaps. Your teeth begin to degenerate because you’ve basically been surviving on pure sugar and where do you think you’re going to find the time to visit a licensed dental professional? Not this busy season! You better pray your teeth hang in there till April.

When you notice the sun setting, you realize the second part of your day is just beginning! Your shoes start coming off under your little desk and you start getting real comfy – maybe you’re even sitting Buddha-style with your firm-issued laptop sitting beside your fifth cup of coffee of the day. The air-conditioning goes off, the client is long gone, the fatigue and the depression set in because you realize you’ve still got a full day’s work ahead of you and the partner’s just shown up. When you eventually get to leave work, your friends (remember those people? No? I didn’t think so) are practically already in bed. Oh, let’s talk about that – personal relationships. They’re shot. Just forget it. They’re shot because not only do you not really have any time to commit to nurturing these relationships, you’re so burned out from the day that the little time you do find to converse, you’re irritated, wired and snappish. So let’s recap; your formerly fabulous self has become an over-worked, under-paid, burned-out, pissed off, fat, pimply, love-less, friendless, sleep-deprived, caffeine-dependent mess, ticking and tying from here to eternity.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is busy season.

This is my life until 04/15 when all birthdays start, this year is especially great since all of my friends are turning 25 and Danik's 30! Wooohooo!

P.S. If you still need me to do your personal return, please get in touch with me ASAP.

Самый полезный вид отдыха - это игра в работу. Надо только уметь выигрывать.

In line with today's conversation

I love somee cards

Digsby is HeRE!!!!

Digsby is an app to manage IM/Email/Social networks that my dear friend Steve has been slaving over for the last two years! Download Squad is offering 5000 free invites to digsby, a brand new app that lets you use many IM services, Email, Myspace, FaceBook, and more. It's an open beta, so they're eventually going to add even more services.

Check it out, while it's FREEEEE!!!!!!

Stevie, Good Luck (not that you need it!)

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Putting Money on the Table

Another great NYT article.

Denial

Truth is a virtue, while lying is a sin. Yet, somehow most of us lie. Some are pathological liars, but generally we lie to (instead of with) people we love. Foremost, we lie to ourselves. We, as people, have an innate ability to believe what we want to believe and listen to only what we want to hear. We always blame others for our own wrongdoings or better yet we place a halo around those who seldom deserve it.

We lie to our parents about where we are going and with whom, so that they wouldn't worry. We lie to our friends about our grades or education in order to seem smarter. We lie to our significant others to protect them. In the end, we are only lying to our innermost self - we live in a state of denial, blaming everyone for what we ourselves don't want to believe, for a mess we always create with our own hands, though often unconsciously.

Writing all of this I can't get this saying out of my head - "and still despite evrything, I truly believe that people are realy good at heart" - written by Anne Frank at the age of about 16 while hiding out in a basement during WWII. I wish I was as optimistic as Anne, but then I wouldn't be the cynical me you all know and [love], writing a stupid blog post on the train back home from work, being in the worst mood ever!

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Living in a State of Denial,
On an Avenue of Blame
You took my hand in passion
And now, I am in shame

I thought it'd all be over,
But lying never stops
My life may not be over
My feelings, raindrops

Scattered everywhere
I call out a prayer
But noone hears me now
I'm too far gone. . .

Go New York, go New York, GO!

Like most females, I watch the SuperBowl for the commercials, and this year they sucked!!

A few did slip through the cracks, enjoy:

Kill with a smile

I would rather have one rose and a kind word from a friend while I'm here than a whole truck load when I'm gone.

Randomness...

Riding on the "B" train to work, I thought that I can use my commute (and my berry) for something productive. Yet, I already passed Church Street and nothing intelligent comes to mind. I have thoughts circling my brain at a rate of 3027 per minute, yet I feel that they are (for the most part) too private to share with the world.

Someone (Rizhik) recently suggested that I have an anonymous blog, but then I'll loose the limited readers that I have - my friends and family. Although, I've been getting miscellaneous hits from all over the world, I doubt that I'd have the same success sharing my innermost thoughts. Then again, you never know!

To go in a completely different direction, today is groundhog day?, wear red for heart disease day (I'm wearing a red sweater), and my personal favorite, National-hug-a-Jew day! I hope to get many hugs today (hopefully not from random strangers). Enjoy your day, keep readings and maybe soon I'll find something interesting to write about - the book "eat, pray, love" by Elizabeth Gilbert that I recently finished reading, superbowl weekend (go giants!, I guess) or some other random thoughts that may enter my disturbed mind.

As I'm crossing the Brooklyn Bridge (my favorite bridge in New York), peace, love and smiles to all and hugs to all the jews (at least for today!)

P.S. I realize there are a lot of run-ons and other grammatical mistakes in this post, but in the days of modern technology and my random mindset-deal with it! (Though, that's not really an excuse, it's just really annoying to edit on this thing - it's a phone, damn it!!!) I love technology!