So, trigger warning, you hate politics, you might hate me after this. Just know I have a heart and I have dealt with some oppressive shit and can see a little further beyond what matters than some of you, with the whole almost dying thing and all. But, here goes. Keep in mind I rarely write articles but I need to get this out at least to confirm the research I already did to prove a point.
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Man, the sadness and bitter anger is kind of a pervasive thing these days if you open your ears or eyes or mind up to what seems to be being passed around. It seems sometimes that we have an us vs them that we can easily identify, but clearly seem to be missing the real them we should be angry at--they've done a great job spooking us all into seeing other people in our population and communities, while they still move your jobs overseas and pay for right-to-work laws in your state which are really just right-to-fire-with-no-notice-or-reason laws. They have been so effective with this campaign because news consumption seem to be squirreled into fewer and fewer sources--and now with Sinclair ...
Well, looks like my senses are never too too far off the mark. I have been many people in many situations and have traveled through many careers and job titles. I have spent my time in various arrangements of priorities, depending on the circles around me or my support, or lack of support system at that time. If you looked at my resume, sure, there's a continuing theme of helping people, sure, but all in all I have evolved from so many industries--I am just a mash of lots of different ideas and experiences. Every once in a while--every once in a while it's time to fuck it all up, as sometimes you need that zap to get shit moving again.
Sometimes you have to have your eyes wide open enough to see the writing on the wall and try to prepare for the inevitable. My job, Help Desk for travel agents, is not a bad one but something feels off the mark right now with how I specifically fit in the web. I am not going to get caught with my pants down and be automated out of service. I got scared yesterday and decided shit, it's ...
Man my motivation is completely annihilated by wine, white mostly, always dry. I hate the thought of choking down anything too syrupy without the accompaniment of something else, a competing texture as my brain doesn't register satisfaction in one as a general statement, unless it is liquid. Though big boba spit balls in anything I am consuming and barf, I am throwing up. That is the wrong texture, tiny blobs like eyeballs, I would imagine, if you chewed into one. But anyways, yes, my drive to complete was murdered by a few bottles of white wine this weekend--the time he and I have together conscious is limited by the hours he keeps, so any time we can wind down--shit, it usually involves wine. I have made a lot of terrible decisions while drunk, but one thing I have done more than a few times is buy a website, sometimes two. I bought Don one yesterday and it is sooo soo soo good. I cannot tell you as I would have to kill you but let's just say in my life I have owned AT LEAST 20. Who does that? A drunk person with too many ideas and not ...
