fuzzy bunny's blog: "Adie"

I've had a hard time thinking lately so I'd appreciate a little extra brainpower on this one since I'm kind of pressed for time here. I've been stressing about finding a job. But then yesterday I thought, "maybe I'm going about this wrong." So here is my question. Does it make sense for me, being a homeowner, to take a year and a half off, live on student loans and hurry up to finish school? To take loans out to pay my mortgage and monthly expenditures? I did some figuring last night and it would cost me roughly $30,000 per year. If I continue working though, school could take me maybe 3 more years and right now (or I guess I should say the job I'm about to leave) I make $24,000 a year. And the degree I'm about to get would earn me twice that when I'm finally done. I don't like the idea of going into that much debt but at the same time I'm tired of not having a defined career and I'm not getting any younger. If I keep on like I am I'll be 32 before I finally complete college. So, wadaya think?

How I make mac and cheese, it's quite good if your only other option is ramen noodles. Open box of Kraft thick and creamy mac and cheese. Use the handle of a spoon to bash in the perferated 'easy open' tab. Be careful not to smash any digits. Dump box of macaroni in boiling hot water, forgetting to remove the packet of cheese. Carefully reach into the water to retreive packet, remove fingers when al dente. Boil pasta with the intention of draining it after 7 minutes but forget about it until it is way overcooked and mushy. Drain macaroni, spilling half of it down the sink (that's ok, it was mushy anyway). Add 3 Tbs butter, way too much milk, and contents of cheese packet. Mix half-assed. Eat straight from the pan. Enjoy!

My name is Nejad Faeqah, I am a regional manager bank of Dubai , Dubai media city branch, Am awfully sorry if this letter does not suit your business or personal ethics. I got your contact during my search on business/ dealers and real estate internet search and my mind strongly tells me that I can thrust you, because I am desperately need someone I can trust. I had no idea I was so transparent. But then if I were, Mr. Faeqah would know that I have no ethics. I have also received several emails from Santa… just felt like bragging there.

For anyone who has talked to me for a while you might know that I sometimes complain about my job being boring. I go home with no job satisfaction because I don't have much to do, and every time my boss walks by my desk I think "I should be doing something besides playing on fubar.. like… like…. there's nothing to do." Well, last Friday I got my 'wish'. Mr. Bossman informed me that he's going to replace me with someone experienced in marketing so he can further expand his business. Great, just great. I've been monitoring the epaper and being that I haven't finished college yet, and probably won't for another couple years, I'm not experienced in anything that is hiring right now. Therefore, I am currently taking donations. Canned food, boxed food, canned alcohol, boxed alcohol, alcohol, food stamps, and since you can't buy alcohol with food stamps, alcohol.

Stargate Log - August 13, 2008 I happened to watch this man getting out of his car... but wait, what is this? A skirt? hose? heels? Another glance at the top half... definitely male... I think. Another passerby had a camera phone on his person and got a half way decent shot. I left a note on his car requesting him to email me the picture if he would. This is what he sent me. Thanks dude I don't know! It's not every day you get to witness such a glorious (?) sight.

Yes I took it from an email but I thought it was too good not to share... I LOVE MY JOB If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma! This is even funnier when you realize it's real! Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy. Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on off shore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2 FM in Ft. Wayne, Indiana, which was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won. Hi Sue, Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office, it's a wet suit; this time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is, we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops, totaling thirty-five minutes, before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream, and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut. So the next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt. Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.' Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad day?

I'm on my way home this evening, passing a side road where a car was turning out of and this asswipe hit me. I was going to pull over but when I looked in the rear view they were speeding off. I pulled a u-ie (ewe-ie, yooey, u-ey... whatever, none of them are looking right, I'm not sure I've ever had to spell that before) and chassed them. There were a couple cars between us but finally I caught up to them at a stop light only to have them turn left, running the red light. I was able to keep my eye on them for a while but ran into another stop light behind a line of traffic and lost them for good. I was able to flag down a police officer (they are so hypocritical, prostitution is illegal but you should have seen how fast he stopped when I flashed him my bewbiez). At that point I got out of my car and together we checked out the damage. It's not that bad, it can be buffed out, but that's not the point. It's the principle of the matter. Whatever the reason causing him to take off, lack of insurance, drinking or drug use, whatever... had the damage been worse, I shouldn't have been punished for his stupidity. Therefore, I propose to patrol the neighborhood he came from and do something really really really bad... I don't know what, maybe I'll put vaseline on his door handles. I'm open to suggestions.

Just because I feel like complaining... Not too long ago I bought a 24 foot aluminum extension ladder that I totally needed for the mainenance I have been doing on my house. The fucking thing got stolen out of my garage. Before I had even paid for it (thanks to my credit card), I had used it once. 2 weeks ago I started what I THOUGHT was my female cycle... it was really bad. I lost so much I passed out, I can't stress enough how scary it was. And then the Dr...... 6 plus years of med school to tell me that there isn't anything wrong, yeah, ok. That trauma to my DESIRABLE body ;) must have weakend my immune system because a few days ago I got sick... sinusy yuck... plus another 'cycle'... what the fuck does my body think it's doing? Like it's in charge or something... This guy I'm seeing finally conviced me to stay over at his house for the night again (first time made me late 2 hours because of alarm technicalities)... I had to freakin rush to be 18 minutes late to work this morning and I fell down my back stairs on my way out. I guess, if I wanted to look at it in a positive way, I could say that at least I didn't sprain it my ankle, but I don't feel like throwing that positive spin on it because it still effing hurts, dagnabbit. Plus my shoe and my pant knees are scuffed. I'm trying to convince the people here at work that scuffed is the 'in' thing these days. Bitch, Bitch, whine, bitch, moan, whine, crab, bitch, moan, and another moan.

So we had a bit of drama this morning, but first some background information. One of our clients is always grumbling about parking spots in the parking garage. So when we moved everyone to a different garage he was the first one I placed and I thought I had given him the easiest, best spot. According to him he had to make too sharp of a turn to get into that particular spot. I had 3 others available at the time so I offered those, and he took what I thought was the worst of the 3 and I would rather it had been left open because it would give the 2 suburbans next to him more room for parking. Into the office walks this poor girl (the driver of the suburban that parks next to him) on the verge of tears, tells the receptionist that she was trying to get into her spot in between previously mentioned dude and this other suburban when she misjudged her surroundings and hit Jerk-off's car. He came out so she could tell him and he immediately shouts "What the Fuck? I've had that car 10 years and it's never been hit." I guess he proceeded to call her a bitch and this whole time she's crying, apologizing and saying she didn't mean to do it. Just a little bit ago he came back to my office, points his finger at me, and half jokingly says, "this is all YOUR fault". I chuckled and said, "yeah, you're right, it's all MY fault because you CHOSE that spot." What a sleaze bag.

For the entertainment of others, I kinda got a giggle... kingtskell...: so what do you like doin ->me...: patting my head and rubbing my tummy is high on the 'like to do' list. you? kingtskell...: do you mind peersonal questions ->me...: depends on how personal they are ->me...: but for the most part, no kingtskell...: well i think you have a great body and was woundering if i could have the honor of knowin your bra size ->me...: I thought guys had booby sense like spider man has spidey sense... you don't already know? kingtskell...: no i dont know r they bigger than a c cup ->me...: 24DD kingtskell...: wow sounds gerat kingtskell...: do you like to wear sexy underwear too ->me...: I like it when men wear my undies kingtskell...: what kind do you have ->me...: thinking about wearing them? kingtskell...: you would have to send me a pair and i would take a pic for you lol *shudders at the thought of his last statement* He's still talking to me, I don't think he gets it that I'm not taking him serious. lol