Three Random Things

-I had Drowning Pool’s “Let the Bodies hit the Floor” song stuck in my head yesterday at work. I don’t care if that’s actually the title or not, you know which song I’m talking about don’t you? Yeah, that’s what I thought, so shut up. I can’t ever keep artists, song tittles, lyrics, and melodies straight. Anyway, I kind of like that song even though a number of my friends think that it and Drowning Pool suck. But it was stuck in my head and I mentioned this to a friend (L#1) and she said she also liked that song. Sweet! That made me feel better about all the bad music I like. I’m going to go listen to Disturbed now.

-One of my bosses was talking about a particular part of the town she lives in. In describing it she said, “A lot of the people who live there are…”(long pause, and then guiltily)”…latino.” She hurriedly added, “But they know that they are.”
Wtf?
I certainly hope they do. Imagine some guy waking up and looking in the mirror one morning. “Holy shit mang! I’m fuckin’ latino! When did this happen? I thought I was all like, Cambodian or something.”

-I am the only person in my building who every opens their curtains. Everybody else has theirs shut all the time. I find this weird. I The people in the building across the parking lot sometimes have theirs open, so I thought it was because ours are all one bedroom and theirs are two. But I found a flaw, my old building was two bedroom apartments and they kept their curtains shut all the time too. Now I understand the people on the bottom floor whose windows look out on car bumpers, but what about everybody else? What are you people up to?

In the News

The least surprising thing I've read all week....That's right, Lance Bass of 'Nsync is gay. I'm not surprised, I wasn't one of the teeming masses screaming "Queer!" every time his picture appeared on television or any like that, but who is surprised by this announcement? I don't see how, but you know that there are people who will. Some group of girls in Iowa is probably sobbing their hearts out as we speak, while they burn all of their CD's and fan gear.

My First Obliteration

This past Saturday I went out with my friends to celebrate the birthday of one of our number. I reached a personal best in the drunk department. This should make a pretty interesting story once I get it all sorted out, so we'll just move along to less entertaining matters.

I hate laziness. I’m not talking about a little light procrastination like “I’ll beat the neighbor’s dog that never stops yapping at 3am tomorrow night with my baseball bat.” I’m talking about the kind of laziness that drives a person to put more effort into pretending to do the work than it would actually take to do the work. Sadly this is not an occasional problem at my workplace. I've seen someone spend 10 minutes fluffing a bin that would take 20 seconds, and no walking, to fill.

The beginning

I've come to realize that there are plenty of things I think, but don't say. There are definately some uncharted mental territories here. Based on reactions from the few times I have unloaded a particularly unresistable gem this should be a lot of fun. So here in will follow my unrestrained thoughts and opinions on whatever I'm thinking or opining about.