This is a Total Cop-out on my part
Mood:  lazy
Okay, this is totally being lazy as an entry, but it's an e-mail I just got from the Gods of Forwards, that I felt I needed to share with not only those on my address list, but anyone who mistakenly wanders onto my blog:
INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!

Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?

Answer: Princess Diana's death.

Question: How come?

Answer:

An English princess

with an Egyptian boyfriend

crashes in a French tunnel,

driving a German car

with a Dutch engine,

driven by a Belgian who was drunk

on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling)

followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,

on Japanese motorcycles;

treated by an American doctor,

using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by a Canadian,

using American Bill Gates' technology,

and you're probably reading this on your computer,

that use Taiwanese chips,

and a Korean monitor,

assembled by Bangladeshi workers

in a Singapore plant,

transported by Indian lorry-drivers,

hijacked by Indonesians,

unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,

and trucked to you by Mexicans

That, my friends, is Globalization

Catfight
Mood:  don't ask
It just occured to me that I love the way that my kittens fights. They get crazy with it. Chase each other down, flying off the walls, giving it all they've got. But, in the middle of all the die hard biting and clawing and wrestling around, they randomly stop to clean each other. They of course go right back to fighting and just have it out until they just sorta die on the couch and sleep for a while, but still, they always stop every once in a while to clean each other.
Now, I think that's how true friends fight, or lovers or all the other people that care about each other are supposed to fight. I think that's the real sign that you Do care about someone. When you can pour all your passion and power into a fight and still stop when you say, have to give credit to something they're said or done, or just something little like that. And you can fight and fight until you are worn and done, and dead on a couch somewhere.
It's when you don't have the energy enough to get into those fights that you have to worry. At least between you and someone you care about. And if you're fighting like that with some strange idiot, then beware, the people around you may not be able to tell the difference between you and the idiot. and now I go back to my kittens.

Random Acts of Poetry
Mood:  lyrical
Vivid images, blurred into one
things that were real, things that were fun
strong in their memory,
yet lacking in detail,
and the world breaks in
and lifts the veil
overcome with the importance, the urgency
aware that what has just happened will change
the world, the wind, the way, the will; but
All I have left is a vague impression of you
from images, sensations, imprints on soul and skin
and I am left here
and it's daylight
and I am alone
with vague impressions of you

I swear...
Mood:  surprised
Just when you think, hey, I've got a plan, I'm just gonna follow my plan, and everything will be kewl, BAM! It hits you...doesn't matter what "it" happens to be at the time, whether it's some large object, a marshmallow, or a really high maintenance significant other, you find yourself knocked flat off your aess. This only further supports those that believe in the random chaos theory, and I tell ya, I'm starting to support it.

The Problem with Happy Endings
Mood:  down
Y'know, I've always been a sucker for a happy ending, what with being a girl and all. That feeling you get when everything is resolved, and it's all cute, and that tingle that makes you want to cry. I don't usually cry for Real, but that whole rush sensation is just...cool, for lack of a better word.
But, and there's always a but, there is of course that one supreme problem with happy endings. It's entirely unavoidable too. The problem with the happy ending, is that..well, it's an ending. So, there is no more. Nada...nothing...just nothing.
No matter what you do, you should never want that happy ending. You should not want everything to be okay, and everything to work out, and all that shyte. Cause once everything is resolved, and once all your problems have gone away, and you have everything you want, everything you need...what's left? When there is no conflict, nothing to strive for, what are we and where are we going?
Well I, for one, am going ...to sleep. Before this epiphany becomes just another rant from some crazy blogger ...crap...too late...aah well

Gotta Start Writing Things Down
Mood:  don't ask
Y'now guys, i really need to start writing things down. I keep on thinking of these really kewl things to blog about, usually at work while I'm mind-numbingly going about my business, and then by the time that I get here, it's just...gone. It's so frustrating!
Sadly, that seems to be the whole sentiment of my life as of late. Don't you hate that feeling that you're just forgetting something? Something really important? Like yourself? Ever try to get a word in edgewise and just give up? Ever try to do something different and stop yourself? Ever try to try and find you just don't have what it takes to do it? Ever think of ending it all and stop yourself cause oblivion might be just as bad?
Ever wonder if the people reading your blog will take it all with a grain of salt and write it off? Ever wonder if they shouldn't? Ever question yourself and what you do and how you think and what you are and what you want and what you get and what you want so much that it turns into a mindless run-on of words? Ever have so much to say and no one to be blatantly honest with because no one can know everything and no one can get hurt? Yeah. That's what I thought.
BTW it is Not a permanent solution to a temporary problem. man do I hate it when people say that.
All that aside, how fun would it be to be a kitten? All romping and sleeping and being cute? That would be Awesome. All you have to worry about is who's gonna pet you next, where you feel like curling up, if you feel like sleeping 20 hours or 23 hours...ahhh, the joys of kittenhood. Anyways, hopefully I'll start writing things down and the next time I'm on here, it'll be a bit more organized. Cheers.

Quick Overview
Mood:  not sure
Well, the big day came and went, and fun was had to be sure, memories were made. Unfortunately we can't prove it, cause we all forgot cameras. But rest assured, it was all good.
I had the coolest anniversary present too. Pretty flowers, picked up by a limo to go to a fancy dinner. All very surreal and cool.
But, on my four days off i never slept more than five hours at a time, and usually less than that, so I'm still in somewhat of a haze. Will definitely update more once I've slept.

Retractions and Attractions
Mood:  on fire
Okay, I think that I have to make a formal retraction. Notice I'm not just going and deleting the entry, but just making a side note I guess. Going back to the what happened to when things were life and death talk, here's my retraction. I no longer think that people don't feel things as intensely as they get older, or that things don't mean as much, or that we don't blow them out of proportion as much as we used to. The littlest things can still rock your world, and the only soap operas aren't on t.v., in fact the good ones are happening all around you. But here's the difference between back then, and now: back then, when things were life and death, it was horrible because you were so caught between something so good and something so bad (hence the term "life or death"), but nowadays, death just...isn't that bad an option anymore. Now, take this all with a grain of salt. It may not be that we're apathetic, it's that we've given up, and are quite willing to take that previously feared option. And don't you Dare give me that "permanent solution to a temporary problem" crap. What if life IS the temporary problem? Solve that f***er.

But on to the brighter, lighter side of the entry. The attractions :) Friday is my champagne birthday :) And I have given no one a clue as to what I want this year. I do have a list of stuff that I want, which took a while to compile, but I'm just not making it easy on people this year. It's fun to play that "who knows me best" game, and don't even say it! Not a bitch, just easily entertained...no wait, wait. Definitely a bitch. Born and bred. I'm hoping to have some fun times from this momentous event, and hopefully some fun pictures if I can round up some of my friends at the same time to get me appropriately drunk. Here's hoping :)
More attractions!!! Friday is Also my 5 year wedding anniversary :) So if anyone who ever used to work at 7-11 happens to stumble upon this some day, ha! I told you it would last longer than *censored amount of time*. This is also a momentous occasion because for the first time in these five years, my husband actually has made plans of some sort for just the two of us, and it doesn't involve pizza, or me having to cook, or anything like that. I'm not sure what exactly these plans are, but I'll definitely let you know once they go down. Maybe more pictures, like from the b-day part of the day, and...maybe not ;-) So to everyone out there, raise your glass and have a good day on friday for me :)

I. Am. Done.
Mood:  spacey
Ever had one of those days? Days when there is just nothing left in you to give? Nothing left you can do? Nothing you want? Nothing you need?
Yeah, totally one of those days.
Work is just Shyte (that's right, i SAID shyte), because they have turned into the Big Brother Nazi's with an excess of video surveillance in all the places except where they need it the most. Our management sucks in general cause the only ones that deserve to be it, don't want to be, and the ones who are muck it up so much that the rest of us want to shove them in bad places in a broken way. But that's work right? Right. Fudge it and move on.
Except for the fact that really...there's not much to talk about other than work. Which is sad. Horrendously, and completely sad. And that's the way it is for a lot of people.
Why is it that we live in a society where you have to work so much to survive, that there's no time to live in between? If you're not working two jobs, you're working too many hours. Otherwise you're not paying your bills, and have no possessions. This sucks. Totally. There should be some way that people can go back to like, the trade and barter system instead of chasing the almighty dollar.
And now the train that was my thought has totally de-railed due to mindless television...and kittens. So hopefully I'll be back on here sooner, with a little more coherent thought.

Life and Death
Mood:  cheeky
I submit to you proof of my dorkiness: I'm watching Dawson's Creek, and oh god, do I love it. Especially this episode, it's one of my favorites. Because yes, I have watched the Entire Series so many times that I have favorite episodes. And yes, I'm typing during commercials. Sad but true, I know.
My point is this. There's a reason why I love tripe like this. It's because I, as one in many, love to live in the past. Highschool was Not easy, or always fun, but it was definitely Never boring. And more and more I am reminded of the true high of highschool. In highschool, everything was Life or Death. Everything. Example: got a zit, your life was over. You couldn't go to the dance, so you fall behind in social gossip, lose all your friends, are too embarassed to come to class, flunk out, become a bum and die under a bridge. Oh yeah, you all remember that. Totally logical at the time right? Just from one little zit.
And I know that there is some saying about "Nothing is trivial" so hey, maybe teenagers actually have it right, and we just grow out of it when we get apathetic from joining the work force.
So I guess my question is this, what ever happened to that feeling? What ever happened to feeling things so intensely that they could shatter the universe? What ever happened to caring so much about what was going on that you'd spend hours, days, weeks, months analyzing it and going over every inch with a fine tooth comb? Do we lose our passion for life and people so easily? Or are we all just hiding it and trying to be adult about everything?
For that matter, why is it so kewl to be adult, and mature and...whatever? Why is adult life all about supressing our wants and desires, and emotions, and dreams and everything else personal about ourselves? Shouldn't that be the time when we emphasize it, since we can finally Do something about it?
Anyways, that's my thought for the day, now, back to my rampaging kittens.