Posts Tagged ‘skull’

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skull and rosary

October 10, 2008

Me being me, I have decorated my car for Halloween with window gel clings.  However, now I’m wondering if the decoration clashes with my Franciscan rosary. 

I know that people will look at my car and assume all sorts of things, but they would all probably be wrong.  I am neither Catholic or Goth, although I am well-versed in guilt and appreciate the subtleties of black eyeliner.  I am not trying to be ironic or make any kind of statement. 

But, why do I care what people think, anyway?? 

I find that as I get older I am starting to care more and more.  Not that I care about making a good impression so everyone will like me, I care about making an accurate impression so if someone doesn’t like me they will for the right reasons.  I guess because I am misunderstood so often lately I have become more conscious about how I present myself.  However, presenting myself accurately can be a challenge.  The corporate, smiling, insurance agent person I am expected to be at work clashes with the sarcastic, I-don’t-give-a-damn-about-insurance person that I am whenever I am not at work.  I want to be helpful, but I don’t want to (and will not) kiss anyone’s ass.  I will work hard and be a team player, but will not accept being taken advantage of. 

So, the skull and rosary really do accurately reflect who I am, but the people who would appreciate that are the ones that already know me well. 

Halloween probably isn’t the best time to contimplate such an existential dilemma.  I should be worrying about a costume, a fake representation of myself, not what I project normally. 

Or, is what I wear every day the real costume? 

Ha!!  Sorry, couldn’t keep a straight face after that one!! 

Enough with the psychobabble.  I like skulls and rosaries.  The end.

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I should’ve known better

March 28, 2008

To:  Whomever ate the frozen entree that was to be my lunch
From: Me

I HOPE YOU CHOKED ON IT YOU INCONSIDERATE BITCH COW!!

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I had faith that my office-mates would never stoop so low as to eat an item in our break room refrigerator that they did not put in there themselves. 

Clearly, I was delusional. 

Now, anyone tempted to eat my frozen brick of a lunch will be faced with this:

not yours