Anger Mgmt

Does anyone else have anger management problems?
I think I just have a major problem with people.

Like I want to smack their ugly faces...


Anyone?



No?




I guess its just me.

Feels Like Home To Me

How did we fall so far apart, how did we get back home?
How did we close our ears and our eyes, and how did we open ourselves back up?
How did we let others in, and push ourselves out?
How come the background noise is so deafening and the sound of your voice so faint?
How did we choose one road and whind up in this alley?

We were supposed to walk together, we were suposed to hang on tight.
We were supposed to meet in the middle to make things alright.
When I am lost and cold and lonely, and the outside is so wide you were supposed to come and hold me and be my guide.

I guess it doesnt matter how, but we always seem to make it back home.
I guess it doesnt matter if sometimes we fight, argue and cry, as long as we dry our eyes.
I guess it doesn't matter the who, what-when-where or why, it just matters that I have you by my side.
I guess it isn't important if others think I'm wrong, as long as at the end of the night we are right where we belong.


Beautiful song with funny clips of the office!haha

Thieves

For some reason today I was thinking of baby names...which brought me back to my original baby name...the one that some lady stole from me because I was to young to use it. Not a good excuse in my opinion, but I guess she needed it more than I did at that time. But don't think that I will EVER forget that. I still hold onto it dearly and someone will have to pry it out of my clenched fists if they want me to use another one. -Unless of course I come up with something BETTER!

This episode of Sex and the City reminds me of the moment I found out that "that bitch stole my baby name".


After many years of wondering, I definatley am a Charlotte -the Wish Box and all.

Its very strange when the life you never had flashes before your eyes. -SJP

Laine- "I'm sure you get asked this all the time, but whats your problem?"
Charlotte- "My problem? Just that I had a dream and you killed it in a nutshell."
Laine- "Really? Well then your lucky because at least you know what happened to you dream. I have absolutley no idea what happened to mine."

Snow?

I hate snow.

If that isn't enough of a description of my looonnnggg weekend, I don't know what else to say. Lets hope this damn snow goes away so I can get out of my house and go to work 2morow.

I am so tired now. Gonna go to bed.

Assholes

You are November's rain, I am July's heat.
You are brown, I am red.
You are concrete, I am stone.
You are bologna, I am salami.
You are freckles, I am tan.
You are Macy's, I am Potterybarn.
You are clever, I am smart.
You are intimidated, I am above.
You are flat, I am round.
You are piano, I am trumpet.
You are abrupt, I am suggestive.
You are tacky, I am sophisticated.
You are Ethel, I am Jackie.
You are bought, I am NFS.
You are maxed out, I am no limit.
You are go, I am wait.
You are run, I am stroll.
You are wholesome, I am HBfuckingO.
You are mannered, I am respectful.
You are colored, I am black and white.
You are change, I am preserve.
You are spend, I am save.
You are trash, I am finds.
You are next, I am now.
You are normal, I am unique.
You are shiny, I am shine.
You are sticky, I am polished.
You are wirerim, I am contacts.
You are abc's, I am words.
You are start, I am finish.
You are meak, I am loud.
You are sad, I am busy.
You are cold, I am warmth.
You are jaded, I am gemstone.
You are opal, I am ruby.
You are bitter, I am sugar.
You are mean, I am loving.
You are baby, I am baby grand.
You are done, I am pausing.

Have a great tuesday.