i'm a predominantly positive person. or at least, i blog that way so you think that i am. my blog is about health and creativity and love. well today - it's about venting. that's the beauty of blogging. i can passive-aggressively call people out and go on with my day. thank God for technology.
1. dear neighbor, you live in an apartment building. that allows dogs. that is also situated almost directly across the street from a dog daycare and kennel. and your apartment is seriously one of the closest ones to this. if you do not like dogs, you can move. ugh. now that kennedy has adjusted to the new place, he barks maybe a time or two a day - when someone comes into the apartment, etc. and the neighbor is apparently keeping a list and filling me in on every instance when he runs into me outside my apartment door. perhaps i should keep a list of every time i smell smoke in my apartment but i'm super environmentally friendly and that amount of paper would be ludicrous. {sidenote: i just spelled that ludacris and it corrected it for me. LUDA!}
2. it's really cute when people pretend to know how to do my job and criticize how i do it. i think if you knew exactly what went into what i do {which includes working from about 7-6 every day then coming home to work again til about midnight...every day} you would shut your mouth. i love my job. is my situation ideal right now? no. which is why i'm working so hard to change it. no one else is forcing me to work really long days every day of the week. i am. because i'm trying to be better, i'm trying to get to the point where i don't have to work that much. so if what i'm doing is not good enough for you, then it will never be. but since i know it's my absolute {best}, it's good enough for me and i sleep well at night. i am no longer concerned by what you think of the job i'm doing. i finally realized that there is a reason people hire me. i'm good at what i do. and that's reason enough to ignore your opinion.
3. the casey anthony saga is awful. i followed the case and i get why they couldn't convict her even though everyone knows she did it/had something to do with it. it irritates me that with even less evidence {circumstantial at that}, ryan widmer has been convicted twice. the guy didn't kill his wife. and as much as thinking about a woman killing her child and going free sickens me, a man not killing his wife and serving a sentence in prison for it just makes me sad. and thinking about little caylee anthony makes me think about marcus fiesel. the public gets outraged when someone kills a child but sadly, they get over it. because there's always another one. there's always another tragedy, there's always another monster. sad. times.
4. i don't put too much stock into what people say about me. if you do, you live controlled and worried about what they'll say next. sometimes what they say is true, most times it isn't. there seems to be a trend among people that talk trash. they're liars. but as much as i don't think one opinion makes you, there has to be something said when everyone feels/thinks a certain way. example: if one person thinks you're a jerk, maybe you are/maybe you aren't. if 99.9% of the people that know you think you're a jerk, um, you're a jerk. you're not being portrayed badly, interpreted wrongly, misrepresented, or misunderstood. you're who they say you are. when everyone has the same experience with you and comes out of it with the same conclusion, arguing with their findings just makes you look even stupider. be an adult. take responsibility for your actions. if you don't like what one person says about you, get over it. if you don't like what {everyone} is saying about you, quit giving them a reason to say it.
just a few more complaints:
5. why was there one checkout lane open at walmart last night? i waited in line for 35 minutes. THIRTY FIVE MINUTES.
6. i'm pretty sure a pit bull running around loose in my neighborhood breaks a few rules but no one will do anything about it. i dare that pit bull to do anything to my poodle. you know what they say - the only difference between an angry woman and a pit bull is lipstick. and i will knock on the door of the 3 college-aged, steroid-pumping tools that own him and throw down. if you doubt that, we've clearly never met.
well. i think that's it. i feel much better. now i will return to the typical style blog you love to read on here:
it's a beautiful day. the sun is shining. i feel good. i love my boyfriend. i get to see my friends today.
life= good.
xx
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