Monday, February 7, 2011

Post Superbowl Day

Last Year, I spent superbowl at work. This year, I had the day off and I spent it at the Outdoor Club in my hometown. I really was not aware that the celebration was a private party probably for just the members of the club, but someone was kind and thoughtful enough to give me a free ticket for the buffet and even free drinks. I felt a little bad, but accepted their generosity. I really was going to pay for my own food and drinks, but it worked out.

Anyway, some commercials I laughed at. The football game itself was both entertaining and boring. It was a long show. I think it started at 6 and went to about 10. Its a pretty long show.
I'm a little uncertain about a couple of things. I'm not sure if there were some signs that were meant to be signs of secrets and mystery, or if I should assume anything at all with any particular person.

After getting around a little bit some things are more obvious and known than others. I have recently learned a little more about the leaders of England, and Sarah Fergeson being a previous Dutchess AKA Fergie. As I do with everything else, I deny some things of myself in relation to her:



denied Pictures, Images and Photos

However, there are a few songs of hers that I still really like. Lady lumps is one that is fun to dance to. I like one of her newest ones with Slash. Disappointingly, people were laughing during her superbowl performance when the Black Eyed Peas sang: "Where is the love?" I took a drink to it, but I really was bothered when people started laughing at the song. It sounds a little cheesy, but its a song that I am honestly feeling now. My most recent bitchfest has been against Borat which seems that most of the male population follow after. And endless black sheep fueds and victimizations of self righteous contests that follow. So sick of suffering fueds with no ground and lies. People are so competitive with "It's not me its you." Relentlessly competitive.
Nobody likes to be the badman. There are few people that bite the bullet for being the bad man. Fred Durst bites it and sings of how it feels to be the bad man while others are shameless:



But to stay on the subject, most signs I see around me are concerning wealth. I'll continue to say where I stand: I do not have to be a ridiculously wealthy person. At the same time, I don't want to be poor either. I think people can be very narrow minded with this thought as a whole. I'm comfortable in the middle class. I'd dream to be in the upper middle class or lower higher class. I don't know if I could handle being in the higher high class. Anyway. Issue of greed is always an issue with a number of people.
I simply want to be comfortably well off. I have never wanted to be harmful to other people to feed greed and be wealthy in life.
Some of my recent pains has been dealing with issues of wealth: Having a voice where it is heard and taken for its word. Dealing with oppression altogether. Being limited and further stereotyped in the oppression for being poor. When I read the book, "The working poor," it really gave me an emotional wake up. I wish I had more solutions to the problem, but it really woke me up with the entire reality, oppression, and suffering of it all. I could be seen as being in the middle class, but I know my reality for what it is and do not wish to elaborate my reality right now.
Speaking of being poor, while Black Eyed Peas were around for the superbowl, I saw a couple of Kanye look alikes. I don't know if it was a sign to runaway (where in the world do I have to run?) because of a possible hint of being involved with slave labor to have to be Fergie's foodstamp or representative. No, I represent myself.
Capitalism will always be confusing, but I will not be a victim of slave labor or sexual swinging sex labor. Even when it is involved in capitalism that is more closer and someway helping to myself.
I just don't think it is fair for some people to have to constantly be enduring. So if there was any song of relation to matters of wealth, I scratch Fergie's "Glamourous," and like Matchbox 20s song better:


Thursday, February 3, 2011

A lot done

The things is, one part of winter I hate is the coldness. It really is an issue when it comes to getting around. I feel like I have been sitting most of the day. Well, I went to a couple of places and worked out on the eliptical for at least a half an hour. But, mostly, I have been sitting all day. I at least have been productive.
I finally went around to the library and got some books.
I finished some more craft projects.
I got some ice cream
I did some online work and browsing. Not as much online work as I'd like, but I got a few chores out of the way. Still more to come. Always a to do list of things to get done.
I've been thinking about my reputation a little....My slutty reputation. Besides media cats and things that happen internationally through their own systems, there are a lot of things I am uncomfortable with. I don't watch every single tv show. I don't watch every single movie. I'm not in all of the gossip circles, and there have been numerous exploitations that were never my permission and that I will always be bitter, angry, and homicidal over. Not issue with person, but issue with privacy and entitlement of others. People continue to push arrogance further by saying, "Oh you need our attention and approval to really be the factor of what betters your self esteem." Like I tell my sister, I tell plenty of other people, there will be the perfectly right person that one day will come and slap the arrogance right out of you. I hope that time comes soon. I'm fed up with arrogance and codependence.
In another thought.... I do not like being seen as one of the biggest sluts. I really don't. Believe it or not, I want to be married one day. Until that day; I'm very uncomfortable with a swinging lifestyle. I'm also uncomfortable as being labeled as such a super slut, but not a regular average slut. Slut sounds like such a bad word. It's not a big deal. I'm sure there are more "classy" words I could use, but really other than it being a term or word, it really doesn't change the entire story or reality. And to annoyingly keep reminding, my sex stories really aren't anyone's business even though I may sometimes share a few at my spontaneous leisure.

I wish I had more non digital friends that I could meet and chat with in person. For now, life is busy, complicated, and non digital friends seem harder to come by these days.
Nonetheless, I still didn't mind being on my own today.
Plenty of unanswered questions. Patience patience patience.......

At the end of the day, I'm going to watch a movie. Going to do that soon.

It feels great to have a day off. I've been picking up a lot of overtime, I forgot the luxury of a simple day off. (Still working on small business with crafts).