I’m Almost Back

This blog has been neglected for so long and I’m sorry for that. I’ll be working on juicing up the stuff here. Until then, please add me to your list on Twitter: http://twitter.com/sleeplessgirl

Keep thinking dirty, troops!

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Q: What does it mean when a computer’s screen goes totally white upon occasion?

A: If it’s a laptop, then it’s most likely a faulty motherboard, specifically the video component of the motherboard. Screens turning a solid color and locking up the system is almost never a software problem.

COUNT ME OUT OF THE REINDEER GAMES, PLEASE

I’ve never been much of a joiner and though there were a few spells in my life when I was driven to conform to a set of arbitrary rules set by people I didn’t really respect much…I think I’ve done relatively well as a non-conformist.

The problem is, well, when I get derailed in some sense–be it a heartbreak or a major fucking disappointment–I begin to be more susceptible to people who foist their idea of normalcy on me.

There’s a phrase that’s right out of Christmas lore and it’s a phrase that I know too well. Reindeer games. Remember when those freaking “normal” reindeer ostracized Rudolph for not looking like them? They never let poor Rudolph join in any reindeer games. Well, let’s just say I feel like I’m Rudolph and I don’t think I’m getting a nose job anytime soon. Sure, reindeer games may be fun…especially if that’s really the only game you can play well.

Never again.

IT’S THE SMALL STUFF THAT MAKES ME HAPPY

Though I didn’t exactly froth at the mouth when I came across this stamp as I was mindlessly surfing the Net, I must confess that I couldn’t help but do a secret wiggle when I saw this piece of art. I think it’s pretty cool. The Big Bad Wolf sure looks cute.

THIS SONG IS FOR YOU

I present Stacie Orrico’s “I’m Not Missing You.”

If you’re too dense, please check the chorus:

“I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be going because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you gone
But this time it’s different
I don’t even feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you.“

Our story has ended so stop fucking up my day with small-talk greetings. You didn’t have the decency to cut cleanly, so I can’t look at you kindly. I don’t think anyone can blame me. Happy fucking New Year. Stay away from me or I’ll charge you for the waiting time.

You want to be friends? Sure. In 30 years. Maybe.