Archive for March, 2008

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.

Men Are WORTHLESS…

Men are liars.  This is what I had to explain to my friend today.  They cannot help themselves, they’re just pathological.  I haven’t dated a man yet who has not lied to me.  Whether they’re whoppers or just little white lies, they tend to spew forth from their mouths constantly.  My friend’s boyfriend had told her so much bulls#*t that she finally hauled off and slapped him last weekend at the bar for something totally innocent and random.  She said his mouth kept moving but she couldn’t hear the words coming out of them, and before she knew it she slapped the hell out of him in front of everyone.  This is what happens when you lie to us, you get pimp slapped in front of everyone.  Here are the rules and pay attention so this doesn’t happen to you:

1.  Do not bulls#*t us, we know when you’re lying.  We’ve been with you long enough to know your tells, and know the signs from previous relationships.

2.  Do not hook up with other girls, and expect us to be faithful.  Guess what, you opened that door, so don’t be surprised that we’re riding your friend in his SUV in the parking lot of the bar.

3.  Do not tell us you love us.  You don’t.  You love yourself.

4.  Do NOT mention the “m” word, unless you are on bended knee with a huge a$$ diamond in your hand.  Even then, good luck.

5.  Do not always take your cell phone with you when you leave the room!  You moron, quit being a freaking amateur.  That’s first thing that sets off alarms!

Enough said.

Little Duchess Isn’t Taking It Anymore.

Relationship Hierarchy

I’ve had some convos lately regarding relationships, and what guys want and what girls want, and I have devised a relationship hierarchy…according to me. Some of you may not agree with this, but you’re wrong. I’m right. You should know better, and never question me again. So, here it goes…

The Relationship Hierarchy according to Little Duchess

In order from least significance to greater significance, we kick off with the…

One Night Stand

The ONS, if you will, is self explanatory. We’ve all had one, and if you say you haven’t, you’re lying. We all do it for different reasons most of which involve mass quantites of alcohol and a stranger you met at a bar. They can be just what the doctor ordered, sex without strings. You don’t have to deal with the, “I’ll call you later.”, “Let’s get together sometime.” When you’re done, YOU”RE DONE.

The F@#k Buddy

Once again, we’ve all had a FB, usually they’re an acquaintance that you’ve had a mutual attraction with or a friend. It’s a step up from a ONS, because it can last anywhere from a couple days to a couple months depending on the type of FB you are. FB’s are not to be confused with dating, as it often can be. When you’re a FB, you aren’t required to do the dinner-and-a-movie-typical-date thing. Just sex. Period. No cuddling, hand holding, long conversations, or sleepovers. Not to be confused with…

Dating

Same as FB, but with the dinner, conversations, cuddling, hand holding. Only with many people, because exclusivity has not been established. However, you’re always coy about dating others, because you don’t want the person that you’re dating at that moment to know that he/she isn’t the only one. It’s fine line between FB, Dating, and…..

Relationship

Basically, all of the Dating stuff only with exclusivity. You look at the person you’re with, and think to yourself, “You’re mine. I’m tatooing my name on your forehead, so everyone knows you’re mine.” Which is just a thought, and not meant to come to fruition. And last, but not least, the dreaded…

Marriage

What almost everyone shoots for in life. To meet that one person that you can spend the rest of your life with, have beautiful children with, grow old with, have a mortgage with, stop having sex with, contemplate having an affair on, fight over how to raise the kids with, ohhhh, the list goes on….To some, marriage is the answer to all life’s problems, to others it’s the cause of all life’s problems. Me, you ask? Well, I do not believe in marriage, for me, but I do believe in divorce.

Well, these are just the random thoughts that float through my head when I don’t have a whole to do at work but daydream.

As always, I make my disclaimer: Don’t take everything I say too seriously, afterall, I’m a girl, and I change my mind often.

Yours truly…well, at least truly, I have a problem with commitment, remember?

Little Duchess