A Word On Marriage or Thoughts on the Rich or All of the Above

I was talking to my BFF, The Duchess, about some friends of hers that are married.  The husband is filthy rich, like owns an island in the Bahamas kind of rich, and the wife comes from an upper middle class family.  Where is this going you might ask?  I have a theory that rich people shouldn’t be allowed to marry other rich people.  The rich need to marry the poor, yo!  Let’s spread the wealth a little here, people.

We grew up on fairy tales, and how are we supposed to make those fairy tales come true when they keep it in the family so to speak…

I can’t be Cinderella if one of the Stepsister’s is already playing house!!!  I vote we make it a law and take it to the Senate.  Who’s with me?!

Sincerely yours,

The Always Thinking Ahead Little Duchess

Looking For A Job Is Sucking The Life Out Of ME.

I have been without a job for almost three months, and that is no easy feat.  It’s truly hard avoiding jobs, especially when you’re running out of money.  So, it is with a sad and heavy heart that yours truly has begun her job search frenzy.  Here are some things that I’ve learned in my attempts to join the tragically employed masses:

1.  Craigslist has a crap ton of scams.  Beware of the following categories:  Administrative/Clerical, Business/Management, Retail/Wholesale, and of course Marketing/PR.

2.  Careerbuilder never has anything good.  I find that it is no help building my career, much less finding me one.

3.  There are no cool jobs out there.  Why aren’t there Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark jobs out there?  I would be perfect for that.

4.  When all else fails, hock a kidney.  There’s always a need for kidneys.

I’m seriously considering retirement.

Yours Truly,

Perturbed, Defeated, Disgusted, Disgruntled, Spoiled Little Duchess

A Blogger’s Mission Statement

Okay, for those who know me know that I’m impulsive, irrational, tempestuous to say the least.  A way for me to combat my insanity is to pour all of it into my blogs, thats why the title of my blog page is Insane Ravings of A Lunatic Mind. I forgot that maybe some of you would actually read them and question my well being.  He he he.  This is my blogging mission statement:

I blog to vent or praise and nothing more. 

I get out all of my harshest and insane feelings and thoughts in my blog so I don’t take them out on everyone in my real life. 

Read my blogs as they were meant to be which is tongue-in-cheek.  After all, what the hell do I know?  I’m more screwed up than most people I know.

Honestly, writing just makes me feel better, and sometimes it lets my friends know that I feel their pain too.

I blog; therefore, I am.

That is all.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Feel free to comment, disagree,  praise, I love it all.  ‘Til tomorrow, when I’ll be blogging about those wenches that keep jerking me around.

Ode to the Canola King and His Worshippers

I knew a man who once Majored in Pausing.

What is Pausing?

It’s the undefinable, indescibeable, uninterrupted moments of ponder, reflection, inflection, infectious train of thought.

He paused quite often; he paused the hell out of the moment. I adored that pausing man the first moment I saw him pause. Often I found myself pausing with him, alongside him. He’s paused throughout the world, and I bet he’s pausing right now. You might see him sitting next to you at the bar, or at the park under a tree.

Pause with him for me.

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