Stolen from Ace of Spades:

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

And this is how I know that I should be President.
But I'm not stupid enough to do that.
So I'm going to have my own island.
I might have to take over a 3rd world country though.
Meh, sounds do-able.

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"I'm really glad this is jack sauce...and not what you guys are talking about..."

"We can all ride in his box...It'll be fun!"

My friends say some of the best lines sometimes )

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I don't see lil bro more than once or twice a year, I suppose. I'll see him next month for his graduation from college but I haven't seen my brother since Christmas. He looked the way I remembered him....Big dude, slightly overweight but well carried due to his natural muscle and big bone structure.

He sent me a recent picture the other day and my jaw dropped. He doesn't look hardly a thing like the brother I know. He's lost a lot of weight but not in a good way. He's a ghost of who he once was. He looks unwell.

I've always known how insecure he is but I never knew it would present itself like this. In the picture you can see how uncomfortable he is and how badly he needs the approval of those around him. There is insecurity oozing from every pixel.

Never before have I been so sad for him. And never before have I been so powerless to help. My efforts would make it worse - he resents me and everything in my life.

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*sticky post*

Well this is a little bit late in coming by now but I'll go for it anyway

Welcome to A Swift Kick & A Band-Aid!

I hope to make this my 4th and final home on the web.

But before you go and read anything else - some major thank you's are in order:

First, to Jim (Snooze Button Dreams). He got me set up in a mighty speedy fashion and was very helpful in the process. Without him and his organizing, I wouldn't have this new home.

Next, to Sadie (Fist Full of Fortnights). She has spent god only knows how many countless hours working with me on the design. She deserves a medal just for putting up with my pain in the ass self as long as she has. And another for being so fun and friendly doing it. Hopefully she won't give up on me just yet. I love the new look and never could have achieved it on my own. If you like the new diggs, all design credits go straight to her!

Finally, to Eric (Straight White Guy). This could be the biggest thank you of them all. I owe my munu nomination to this guy. I owe my connection to designer Sadie to this gentleman, as well. He has answered question after question in my state of real blogger ignorance. And an even bigger thanks for the number of times his kind and supportive words have tamed my demons and/or unknowingly pulled me from the brink of abandoning blogdom altogether.

Unfortunately, I'm terrible at expressing my gratitude adequately enough, especially in written form. Hopefully you three understand what my babbling has been trying to say. And just for good measure, if you guys are ever in the DC Metro/NoVA area, let me know - several rounds are deservingly on me!

*sticky post*

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"Every time I've ever believed in a happy ending I've gotten severely fucked." --Brenda, Six Feet Under

Today is no different...

*head* *hit* *desk*

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Sometimes people just can't be bothered to see the big picture. Understanding the impact of their actions on someone else is apparently just too hard. So, in light of the fact that the number of people who can't see past their own lives seems to be growing at a staggeringly exponential rate - I would love to end so many conversations these days by just playing this song:

Them:
So.

Me:
So? I'm sorry, SO?
So, so long, bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flipside, maybe
Dontcha slip slide on a tear when you find me gone.
Go go on cry cry baby
Those tears are gonna drip dry maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
for so so long
So, so long...

I bet you think I'm gonna let it slide
the way you're flashin me those puppydog eyes
Right? yeah right. Right?
WRONG.

So, so long, bye bye baby
I'll catch you on the flipside, maybe
Dontcha slip slide on a tear when you find me gone.
Go go on cry cry baby
Those tears are gonna drip dry maybe
But you're gonna miss my good love baby
for so so long
So, so long...

--Dierks Bently

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This guy is more bitter than I am...but its freakin hilarious to read all the things he comes up with to be pissed off about.

http://factualmaterial.com/archives.htm

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19 APRIL 2005: OKLAHOMA CITY, 10 YEARS LATER

The Alfred P Murrah Federal Building is no longer standing. Half because of a terrorist act. Half because it was "the right thing to do" to destroy the rest of it.

The primary suspect, Timothy McVeigh, is no longer alive. He was executed on 11 JUNE 2001 for his participation in the attack.

The whole thing just doesn't sit right with me. I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I've seen the seismographs - they don't match the idea of a single truck bomb. I don't know enough to even fathom a stab at the truth so I won't tell you it was all a big government plot. But for Timothy McVeigh, it was an execution that came much more swiftly than for others with the same sentence. I can't accuse my government of perpetrating an attack on its own people but I do believe something shady went on after the fact. For evidence to be 'lost' and McVeigh executed so quickly - when there are still so many unanswered questions - something just doesn't add up. And I don't feel good about it. At a minimum I would have liked to see them keep McVeigh alive a few more years, just to see what else could be learned.
Maybe the real story was that there were so many loose ends and unknowns that it couldn't be solved - after all, we don't live in an episode of CSI - and admitting that was considered unacceptable.
I don't know what the real story is all I know is we haven't gotten it.

More importantly though - my heart is with the families and friends today as they remember their loss. May peace find your souls and comfort in your heart.

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I've had this damn exercise ball in my living room for the past couple months ... just sitting there taunting me and poking fun at my out-of-shape-ness (itÂ’s a mean little bastard like that). So I've finally had enough. No, I've not decided to work out with it (I'm lazy here, remember?). My incredibly poor posture in my desk chair led me this morning to sitting on the exercise ball as I work on the computer. Hopefully it will keep me from being so slouchy. As a bonus, its fun too! Means I don't have to sit still - I hate sitting still.

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where do you go with your broken heart in tow
what do you do with the left over you
and how do you know, when to let go
where does the good go, where does the good go
look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love
look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen
it's love that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be
real, happy and healthy, strong and calm,
where does the good go, where does the good go
where do you go when you're in love and the world knows
how do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down
what do you say it's up for grabs now that you're on your way down
where does the good go, where does the good go
--Teagan & Sara

This song came on as a closing to a TV show tonight. I was walking back and forth from the folding laundry to the pile that still needed folding. I was numb to the world when I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, distorted and sad. Just hearing the song, one I had never heard before in my life, threw me off. Without even knowing it I was holding back tears triggered by the song, refusing to let its lyrics touch me fully. I would not let myself cry tonight.
But I still ask, where does the good go?

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Yet another difference between men and women...

To men, emotions can be WRONG.
To women, emotions are never WRONG.

From where I sit, emotions will never be wrong. They can't be wrong. There is no fundamental basis for emotions to be wrong or right. You can't control your feelings.

You can control how you deal with emotions. You can control your behavior in conjunction with those emotions. These things can be right or wrong. They are cognitive decisions that a person should be held responsible for.

Emotions are something to be recognized and understood. Their existence must be validated. Their source should be sought. Any root cause should be dealt with.

People go through a lot through their lives, some more than others, and we have to find a way to process it all. Our personal, internal response to those experiences is what makes us who we are. Those emotions cannot be wrong, only how we express them.

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I was talking with the friend yesterday about her situation with the psycho and I just don't know what to do.

From where I sit this guy has a history of questionable behavior and is currently spiraling out of control. When they broke up 7 yrs ago for religious reasons (he's an atheist, she was a devout Christian) he went to the tallest building on campus for 2 reasons - to see in her window and supposedly to jump. Years later they began speaking again because he sent her an e-mail that sounded like a suicide note. Since then - even while they were dating - she has questioned his emotional stability. Now he's pulling stunts like showing up at her house, sending excessive e-mails, calling when she asked him not to...these are not the actions of a normal, stable individual. He's doing internet searches for her and visiting all 3 blogs of mine that he can find multiple times, nearly everyday (2 are old and not updated) - I'm assuming he's trying to find information about her. That's just plain obsession.

He broke up with her last December and his family still thinks they are dating. If that's not major denial, I don't know what is. Why can't she see that he is clearly not behaving normally and that living in this fantasy world is unhealthy for all parties involved?

I'm worried that someone is going to get hurt. We know he's thought about physically hurting himself and that he makes irrational decisions, some that could affect his future and career options. I think he is capable of physical action against her - maybe kidnapping her or even hurting her.

I can't file a restraining order against him on her behalf. I can't even convince her that I have reason to be worried. But I can't stop worrying...

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As I lay in the hot bath laced with magnolia, candles burning all around, listening to a new CD, I attempted to avoid my current reality for just a few brief moments.

Instead I lay there thinking of everything I should be doing instead. It started out simple enough, "I should think about shaving my legs while I'm soaking here..." But the thoughts just kept coming.
I do need to see the chiropractor but I am too busy/stubborn I to actually care enough to find one...
How much research I could be getting done while I lay here?
What the hell did I do with my day?
When am I going to get off my ass and make an eye appointment?
Stupid conclusion that still needs to be written...
I would kill for a bath pillow right now...
What's it going to take to get the roommate to switch rooms?
I should ask the landlord to tint the windows...
But that would be mean if I decide to move out...
My phone still isn't ringing...
Tickets, hotel, car...fuck...
Don't I have an interesting magazine to read?
I should be more tired than this, what's wrong with me?
Who the hell thought this bathtub would be comfortable?
No faith? No shit. I don't live in a fantasy land.
Fucking internships...
3 1/2 weeks? Fuck...
Shit, I still need a dress...
I bet cell phones don't work on cruise ships...
Why am I still lying here if I'm cold and aching?

As the water kept getting colder and I watched candles burning out one by one I suddenly realized...I was not avoiding reality. Somehow I had learned how to avoid avoiding reality.

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Here it is...Saturday night...and what am I doing? I am on the verge of finishing up my case study on Boeing's efforts to lobby Congress on missile defense funding. Fun stuff, just what I imagined doing with my Saturday nights in grad school.

If anyone has an interest in the way Boeing influences policymakers to specifically appropriate for missile defense within the overall defense budget, let me know. Otherwise it is going to get turned in and then take up space on my hard drive.

You may now carry on with your joyful weekend adventures.

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I went for a hike out at Great Falls today with a friend and his dog. Got my blood pumping pretty good in some places. Over all, the water was one of the most gorgeous things I have ever seen. Though, thereÂ’s not a chance of it beating the glorious sight of my lovely city as I fly in back home.
But I'm a dolt...I forgot my camera. My friend didn't tell me until after we had left that this was a scenic hike. I'd never been there before so I figured it was some trail with a bunch of trees, not much more. My bad.
Good excuse to go back though!

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Well it seems that 'ol evil himself has been lurking around the site. Interesting...

We shall see what will come of this. My prediction - nothing good.

UPDATE
It has been confirmed - the psycho reads this blog. And it hurts his little feelings. Well I have this to say in response:

GROW A PAIR! Bring your shit to me DIRECTLY instead of whining in some corner about it.

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This manipulative piece of trash you see below is Leo. He is an ex of a very good friend of mine. He must be thwarted via any (edit: legal) means necessary. I don't care if you have to squash the little sumbitch like the nasty little bug that he is.

Edit: The pic has been removed as per my friend's request

My friend asked him to stop communicating with her after his little stunt a couple weeks back (he drove 8 hrs to her house and showed up unannounced after learning she was dating someone new). Instead of complying with her wishes he sent her 15, yes FIFTEEN emails today alone. One of them included a song he wrote for her and recorded in a sound file.

Psycho. Nothing short of psycho.

Make it stop!

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They say that girls want to date men that are like their fathers. I don't know how true the general statement is as a whole but for me, I couldn't agree more. Growing up my father was my best friend. He made mistakes along the way in his marriage to my mom but when it came to me, I thought he was a god.

Dad raised me with a sense of right and wrong that I believed in. I didn't just follow the rules because he said so. I understood them and their purpose. He cared about my understanding of why things were the way things were supposed to be.
He always had time to listen to my stories or look at what I had done at school that day. It was harder to show him things when he was on the road but he still had time to listen on the phone. It wasn't so that he could be proud of me either. It was because he knew how much it meant to be to have him pay attention to me and think I was important. That time together taught me out to be proud of myself, for me.
No matter how hard I tried to hide it, he always knew when I had a bad day. Even when I was pissy and brushed him off, he persisted and he would always take me for a drive to get away from things and talk it out. We wouldn't come home until we had talked long enough to make things feel better.
He did what he could to make me one of the cool kids. He would take my friends and me out for ice cream of just drive us around in his sports car so that we felt grown up and cool.
He would always take the time to help me with school work. Even after I started studying things that weren't in his field he did his best. If I had a hard paper in college he would go to the bookstore and find a book he thought would help and overnight it to me. Most of the time the books weren't that helpful, but knowing he wanted to help that much was important.
When we moved and I had to start a new school I was unbelievably upset. The first day of school when they called the parents into an orientation of their own, my dad pulled a chair aside and cried at how much his decision to take a new job was hurting me. We all knew it was the right decision in the long run but it killed him to see me so upset in the process.
He paid attention to the little things and the details. He knew how simple things could change a person's day, including a kid's. Getting to ride on the tractor or go see the new Deere. Going to the produce stand for a snack. The reward of a Saturday morning donut at the local shop for a job well done on the paper route. Never big things. Never enough to spoil us. Just enough that I knew I was never far from his mind and that my happiness meant more to him than anything money could buy.

He's not quite the man he used to be but that was my daddy. I was lucky to be raised by such a kind and thoughtful man. I'd be the luckiest girl on the planet to find someone like that again.

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I woke up this morning and the migraine that had subsided enough for me to fall asleep had returned with a fierceness something mad wicked. F'in SOB...what does it want from me?

Anyhow, check out this little life advice that a friend of mine posted on his away message:

P.S. Guys who wear tighty-whities have issues. Guys who wear thongs should be tortured and executed. Especially guys who wear black thongs who stand at urinals with their jeans pulled down to their ankles, and scare the shit out of poor me when I walk into the bathroom at work

I concur...except for that urinal part...cuz a Princess wouldn't use the men's room...Queens, well, that's a whole 'nother story...

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On the train on my way home things were a little busy. I wasn't in the best of moods (thank you migraine) and that prospect of a packed train did not thrill me. I had my headphones on and a book in my hand, looking at the ground as I impatiently waited for the slowest people on the planet to clumsily exit the train with their suitcases. I got on and was immediately confronted with someone much larger than myself - the dreamiest Irishman I've seen in a long time. He was headed toward the last seat and offered it to me instead. It was next to his friend so I politely declined and took his place standing near the door instead. The accent was heaven to listen to as he chatted with is friends and I read my research. The ride home wasn't so bad after all. God bless the Irish!
Funny how simple things can change your day, even for just a few moments.

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