These are my pants. They are ranting.

Passive Agressive wins for ugliest trait!

I am not into guessing games.  That's why I hate passive aggressive people.  It's like they aren't strong enough in their convictions to say outright what they really think.    Instead, it's all hints and questions.   The best combo battle move for that is just taking people very seriously all the time.   If the passive aggressive in your life launches an assault in the form of a question, answer it with childlike honesty.   Sometimes, the question will contain "do we want to...."  or "is there a better way to..." -- these knees to the groin moves can be bounced back with questions themselves like "I don't know... do we?"  or "if I thought there was a better way, I would have done it -- what is your suggestion?"

It's fun.

Actually, I see it as a waste of energy that could be applied elsewhere, but for some reason the closer you get to the big purple butthole in the corporate ladder of life sky, the more game playing there is.

Fun times!

The boy is sad

So there were major cuts at the boy's job.  He still has his job, so that's good.   However, he has to watch people pack up their desks, so that's pretty uncomfortable.   And everything is pretty unstable.  No body likes to be in that situation, it's a shitty vibe.  His face is so sad.   It's hard to see him like this.

cutting 20% of NA workforce

http://www.velvetrope.com/ubbthreads/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=915523&an=0&page=0#Post915523

cross your fingers for the boy.

I hate birthdays

Why?   Not because I'm one of those big fat babies who cries when they get older.   I look young, I'm fucking adorable, and I have a fantastic boyfriend who loves me.   I'm happy getting older, things are personally going great for me.   But, I hate birthdays because I want people to make a big deal about it.  I do.   I am not a total princess during the event, but up until it I'm like a little gnome, hoping people do make a big fuss - and if/when they do, I am so happy and I feel loved.

Well fuck 30 then.   I try to arrange something, like oh I don't know, a fun fucking evening and it turns out that people have plans in process.  NOT SET IN STONE, mind you -- but "I'm supposed to be planning..."  OK, so the how about this -- it's my fucking 30th birthday - maybe you "supposed" to plan it for the weekend afterwards.    Birthdays are a disappointment for me because I am a loner.   I don't have skads of friends, and that's really how I like it.  I have my squirrely few that I adore and that's it, I don't want to have 80 acquaintances.  So it's really bloody disappointing when I think "holy shit, I really do have people (a handful) that I would want to spend my fucking 30th birthday with!" and then... gosh, they have other plans.

Sucks.   I feel like a pile of doody.

The boy's restaurant reviews

"I'm not saying anything about the indian place using the tooty sauce because it will end up online." - review submitted by the boy after we met for lunch at the indian place.

I smell

I just got a whiff of a musty pee smell... it coming from a vent I think.   Is someone peeing in the vent?

Brand new insight on Quizno's

"Quiznos subs have special 'extra tooty sauce' in all their subs."

                                                -- This review submitted by the boy.

I'm hungry

Man, I am hungry.

I'm going to eat some hummus I think.

this phone

smells like butt itch.

checks and balances

Check it, I'm alive, and that's about it.