It usually takes a lot to offend me. I've pretty much seen a lot of things and gone through a lot of experiences that certain tactless remarks or offhanded comments don't really affect me all that much anymore. There are, however, certain things that will irritate me and it can push it to the next level called annoyance and will eventually, offend me.

1. I often roll my eyes at how people air their dirty laundry all over the internet. It's insulting that they use technology this way. Here's a thought: It's a private matter, deal with it in private. Trust me, people don't want a status report every 2 minutes and they sure as hell don't care if you've got some STD you can't spell because your man is a lying cheating scumbag who'd screw anything with two legs who'd stand still long enough. Have some dignity, please.

2. I'm very particular about the written word. I get berserk when I read SMS language on the internet. I mean, seriously? It's not a T9 keypad, it's a freaking keyboard. Keyboard. Are you really that lazy to type a few extra letters to make it into a proper word and not just a freaking vowel? (see u vs. you) Here's a mini grammar lesson for y'all:

Your - pronoun, second person. Used to signify possession or ownership/
You're - a contraction of "you are". Contractions are shortened versions of certain phrases, created to make writing more condensed and succinct.

Don't confuse the two. It's annoying and it's offensive to me. When in doubt, double check the context and implied meaning.

3. I'm pretty sure there's a number 3...I know there is... DAMNIT! Stupid cold drugs are making me all woozy and wonky...

I hate viruses.
I hate chat and text language.
I hate feeling all blotchy and sneezy and dry and hoarse.
I hate misspellings.
I hate incorrect word usage and incorrect sentence structures.
I hate bacteria.
I hate not being happy and positive.

1. I seriously need to get some sleep. I just can't seem to fall asleep lately. There's too much stuff in my head. Damnit. I thought I cured my schizophrenia!

2. I need a massage - like Wensha massage with eat all you can food. Fuck yeah...maybe a full body scrub too.

3. I want a really good 32 oz. medium rare porterhouse. I think my body is telling me to stock up on protein. Steak is the way to go.

A complete stranger told me that whatever it was that was bothering me, the only solution to it was time.

It's going to take a long time to heal. I'm not even sure if I'm going to.

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I just hate thinking about what I could have been. I believed people when they said that I could be a good person, that there is something good within me that is worth doing the right things for. Sacrifice, understanding, trust - they said I was capable of it. I believed them. The problem is, they didn't believe me when I told them they were two fries short of a freaking happy meal.

There's not one good bone in my body. I know I'm evil. I've accepted it.

Why couldn't you?

I apologize for the lack of updates. I have been busy - and I mean BUSY!

I know that Mothergoose will probably have my head soon for not texting of emailing her anything. (I will do that in a bit, I promise) It's just so many tasks need to be done and I am only done with a fourth of them.

Ok, I'm planning something for the parental unit for her golden birthday. It's so hard to keep this one a secret so I thank my boss for letting me be in the night shift. At least I won't see her a lot, only on weekends.

Secondly, I've been swamped with a quasi-raket. I've volunteered to be the make up artist for the Genpact Wachovia Idol. It's tiring but really fun and I haven't had this much fun at work since...ever!

Third, I've got a new class to train and I may be averse to the thought that they're my class. Saying I don't like them is an understatement. Ok, maybe that's too harsh. I don't line ONE of them and it may be affecting the way I see this class. We got off the wrong foot and finger so to speak.

Fourth, I've been busy making a new collection for goose+hen. It's kinda hard to work on it when you've got kids poking and prodding and stealing everything that you get your (and their) hands on.

Fifth, working on a customized collection of jewelry for a wedding in NYC. I miss NYC. I wanna go back badly...

And then there's the regular tasks - check kids' homework, play with them, blog, email, cook, commute, take care of the hubby (and I need to work on this one too), etc, etc.

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Would you agree that someone needs a vacation?