I tend to choose stations based on my mood(s) at the moment. With Pandora, stations can be chosen by artist or genre. You can also build upon existing stations by adding artists or songs that you’re interested in and Pandora will search for similar music. For example, today I started with Lady Gaga and ended with Tito Puente.
If you see me out and about, it’s highly likely that I have earbuds in my ears. Between my lack of filter and people’s lack of manners, plugging myself in keeps me from saying something to someone that will have them seeking solace in chocolate.
Even if I’m not plugged in, I still won’t hold a conversation with you. If that makes me antisocial, so be it. Get yourself some business and stay out of mine.
I am a former people pleaser. I would go out of my way to do whatever I could to make others happy. Always being available when others needed me but in my time of need no one was around.
The moment I realized that I was no longer going to give a f@*# about those who didn’t care about me was one of the best days of my life.
Why waste the time and energy on undeserving people?
Target (aka Tar-jay) is an awesome place to shop. Especially now that certain stores have a grocery section. Some may say that they’re more expensive than Wal-Mart rolls eyes but you get what you pay for.
(Shade fully intended in the previous statement)
I’m convinced that there’s something in the air circulation system that causes shoppers to overspend. You walk into Target with a list. Get everything in your list, go the register and now you have all if these extras plus your list, and a receipt that makes you want to cry.
That doesn’t make me return a damn thing though. I just shake my head, take my bags, and sashay out of the store. ‘Tis is the life of the dedicated Target shopper.
Despite all of the snark, karma keeps me centered. With egoism taking over society,people are so concerned with themselves that they will abort moral standards. Karma is that constant reminder for me that what I put out in the Universe will come back to me. Whether it’s good or bad, it will come back to me.
Sharp chest pains this morning had me stuck and panicked on the side of the toilet. After about 45 seconds, the pains went away. I got ready and headed out to work. Got to work and I felt “off”. Physically, I was there but mentally I was in space. Once I cleared the brain fog, I left work en route to the hospital. Once it was confirmed that I wasn’t having a heart attack or a stroke, I decided to take some notes to keep myself entertained. Enjoy!
– Putting on a brave face when I’m an emotional wreck. I hate crying. I need a beer. Beer makes everything better.
– Sharing a room with two annoying individuals disputing a $8 charge on a phone bill. Sir, a roaming signal doesn’t mean that the phone is off, your signal sucks.
– If the Universe is trying to tell me something, I need to know what it is.
– Will they charge me for water?
– Why is the bathroom so far away?
– Why is the door open? This curtain/sheet thingy isn’t providing any kind of privacy. Lemme go shut the door.
– He better not ask me to use my phone.
– Chest pains will get you out of the waiting room QUICK!
– How much is this going to cost me?
– Did she say I was being discharged? Is anything wrong with me? Where is the doctor?
– I got all comfy in this robe. Too bad I can’t wear this out to my car. Guess I should put my clothes on. Ugh!
It’s either laugh or cry. I cried enough for the entire waiting room so laugh it is!
Inspiration can come from anything. I could be taking a shower, driving around, or shopping and inspiration will just show up. I always make sure to keep something on me to jot these ideas down because they won’t stick around long. At the time I’m writing this, I have at least 50-60 ideas derived from various inspirational moments.
Being born in the 1980s had its advantages. Cursive writing was still being taught in school. Granted, I had computer classes in elementary school, but pen and paper were my learning tools. I had awesome teachers who taught me life skills not based on standardized tests. Floppy disks were ginormous (giant+enormous). Children actually played outside. Letters were written to correspond with loved ones. Technology took a backseat to family time.
I’m so grateful for having the memories of growing up at a time when a kid was a kid. Under no circumstances would I trade that for the world.
I LOVE Chipotle! It’s one of those plates that you have to actually visit in order to understand why people like myself are die-hard fans.
The love is so serious that during the summer, it’s not abnormal to see a line of people waiting to get in. If you love something that awesome, you’d wait too. On a random note, I think there’s fairy dust in the guacamole. Seriously. I don’t even like guacamole, but I’ve been known to order guacamole and chips on occasion.