Sometimes I just shouldn’t read the news. I don’t watch it on TV, and sometimes I should ignore the news links at the top of my gmail screen.
This story sent me through the roof earlier. In short:
Mentally ill (and unmedicated) teenager is running around the family apartment claiming to have a gun. Mother calls 911 and tells the dispatcher her son has a gun. Son is yelling in the background that he has a gun. Police show up, the son goes outside with something jammed underneath his shirt, continues to yell that he has a gun. Police tell him to drop it, kid taunts police, police shoot his sorry psycho ass, now the family wants “justice”. Give. Me. A. Goddam. Break.
The police did exactly what they are supposed to do. Show up, crazy has gun (according to crazy), police warn crazy to lose gun, crazy refuses, police shoot to kill. WTF planet do these people live on? The police aren’t required to actually see the gun, because by then it would be too late. Stupid, stupid, stupid. My guess is that this was exactly what the kid wanted — suicide-by-cop. The makings of a sorry-ass BET mini-series if I ever saw one.
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Baltimore,
crime,
guns,
mental illness
So I sent my friend “P” a text message that said “I had to get rid of the boy. Drinking lots of beer. It will be all better soon.”
Instead of lecturing, she sent me a message back that said “GO SISTER GO”.
Sometimes you need to just listen to music, drink a lot, and make it all go away. Today is one of those days.
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Beer,
drinking,
The Boy
Good grief this week has turned out to be teh suck, despite it only being Wednesday. Thank God Friday’s only around the corner.
Note to the ex: QUIT calling me unless you want to be slapped with a restraining order. And I MEAN it. For crying out loud, get a hobby…or how about a JOB. And if you really want to know why your life is in the crapper, take a good look in the mirror and say ten times “I am an idiot.”
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teh suck,
the ex
…was a fantastic day. For so many reasons. And then I promptly locked myself out of the house, with no shoes on. Oops. Thankfully I have friends with big ladders.
My weekend starts…NOW.
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ladders,
locked out
Thanks to this post from Anonymous CoWorker, I called the number to opt out. If you have Verizon Wireless, go read the post and call the number — unless, of course, you don’t mind your personal information being sold to God-knows-who for God-knows-what-reason.
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cel phones,
privacy,
Verizon Wireless
So as if it isn’t bad enough that I’m freaking out over my birthday…
My hair is now blonde with pink streaks in it. Yes, you read that correctly — PINK streaks. No, it was not my idea, thanks for asking, and no I am NOT happy about it.
Carry on.
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So I’m going through this really wierd “thing” about turning 40 in February. Over the past year I’ve had this checklist.
- Have will re-written (check)
- Figure out who does what, re: funeral arrangements (sort of check)
- Music at funeral (check)
And now I’ve found what will be my epitaph. Good grief — who goes searching on the internet for their epitaph? Apparently…me. And I’ve decided I want the following:
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
I will be very glad when my fortieth birthday comes and goes so I can move on. Yikes.
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Ever wonder what you’d look like as a Simpsons cartoon character?
May I present…me, as a Simpson:
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I’m thinking of changing the cafe around a little. The restaurant I have isn’t quite the restaurant I intended to open, and I have to admit — I’ve not been that happy over the past two months or so. Sure, working 6-7 days a week every week hasn’t helped — but the dissatisfaction runs a little deeper than that. I was really looking to open a more traditional coffeehouse and not a sandwich shop that also serves really good coffee.
The furnishings don’t really suit me, either.
So…am I nuts for doing this? What I’d like to do is focus on the coffee and pastries, and maybe offer a rotating menu of sandwiches, or maybe even do away with the sandwiches altogether. I’d also like to get rid of most of the tables and chairs and have couches and armchairs with coffee tables/side tables.
Maybe I could do a seasonal food item — like the fresh mozz in the summer, a fall offering, winter, etc…? I really need to make some changes…and soon.
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This little gem appeared in today’s crime blotter in the Sun:
Burglary // Two 9 mm handguns, a pistol and ammunition were stolen Monday from the second-floor bedroom of a house in the 1100 block of W. Hamburg St. Entry was through a rear window.
And it makes me so mad. Now, thanks to the jerk who lives in the 1100 block of W. Hamburg Street, there are three more guns on the streets of the city — and gee, they were even kind enough to throw in the ammunition. I am most assuredly not anti-gun, however, I am anti-dumbass. If you own guns at home, lock them up where someone can’t get to them if they’re robbing your house.
173 murders so far this year, and you’ve just given someone the means to add to that number. Good job, idiot.
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