first prize:
about two years ago... i was driving up rt. 23 out of Hunter and saw a 4x4 with the bumper sticker: "Terrorize This", neatly displayed in the bottom right of it's rear window.
second:
just today- i saw a sticker on the rear window of a massive truck that said: "Licensed Terrorist Patrolman".
dang evil doers.
third:
(this one gets around and seems to be popular in Ulster County)
"Kids who hunt and fish don't mug old ladies."
honorable mention has to go to:
"Life is a gift...not a choice."
cracks me up every time...
of course...my all time favorite will always be:
"Don't like my driving? call 1-800- EAT - SHIT."
i miss that one.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
reject in blogville
i decided that i would start blogging as a result of losing an amazing job opportunity to a fellow blogger. i am convinced that she got the job BECAUSE she had a blog.
how do i know this? well.. i don't, really. but i had to do some investigating because i'm a complete lunatic who doesn't rest until i get what i want. most people who know me recognize i have an uncanny knack for sleuthing. that's correct. and all it took was a trusty ol' Google search and whalla-there she was- talking about her new job on the 23rd floor overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge from her green-friendly office.
if only i could have interesting and compelling subject matter to write about like:
which brand of Vitamin Water i should purchase today, or which Sex and the City marathon i should TIVO next- i'd be golden. some media director would kill to hire me. i just know it.
i lay in bed wondering what it's like to be her... with her nouveau, cat-eye framed, circa 1998 glasses and magenta tinted hair (also hip in the late 90's).
what product she uses in the shower.
how she takes her coffee.
how she manages to find time to taste that latest Cosmo flavor with her NYU pals at that trendy hipster dive on John st. God only
knows. i mean, c'mon...she works AND maintains a successful blog- the blog that got her MY dream job.
it's all so exhausting.
does she floss? recycle?
have road rage like me?
i wonder if i can stop obsessing about this girl?
i have to go clean dog hair off my couch.
how do i know this? well.. i don't, really. but i had to do some investigating because i'm a complete lunatic who doesn't rest until i get what i want. most people who know me recognize i have an uncanny knack for sleuthing. that's correct. and all it took was a trusty ol' Google search and whalla-there she was- talking about her new job on the 23rd floor overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge from her green-friendly office.
if only i could have interesting and compelling subject matter to write about like:
which brand of Vitamin Water i should purchase today, or which Sex and the City marathon i should TIVO next- i'd be golden. some media director would kill to hire me. i just know it.
i lay in bed wondering what it's like to be her... with her nouveau, cat-eye framed, circa 1998 glasses and magenta tinted hair (also hip in the late 90's).
what product she uses in the shower.
how she takes her coffee.
how she manages to find time to taste that latest Cosmo flavor with her NYU pals at that trendy hipster dive on John st. God only
knows. i mean, c'mon...she works AND maintains a successful blog- the blog that got her MY dream job.
it's all so exhausting.
does she floss? recycle?
have road rage like me?
i wonder if i can stop obsessing about this girl?
i have to go clean dog hair off my couch.
some observations
so one of the reasons i have decided to create a blog is because i hate blogs.
you can call me a hypocrite, i don't mind.
i find myself curious as to when this whole ridiculous phenomenon that targets addictive personalities like mine started...
i think i have a pretty good idea how it began.
about five years ago, i noticed people began sending out newsletters with their christmas cards. in these letters contained information about people's lives and achievements. in all honesty, it seemed like an excuse to brag.
why should i care how many soccer games little Skylar had this year? who gives a flying four letter word how Madison excelled far beyond her limitations this year in Math?
the dreaded inkjet printer generated christmas (yeah, i said it, CHRISTMAS) newsletter is how it all began...
you can call me a hypocrite, i don't mind.
i find myself curious as to when this whole ridiculous phenomenon that targets addictive personalities like mine started...
i think i have a pretty good idea how it began.
about five years ago, i noticed people began sending out newsletters with their christmas cards. in these letters contained information about people's lives and achievements. in all honesty, it seemed like an excuse to brag.
why should i care how many soccer games little Skylar had this year? who gives a flying four letter word how Madison excelled far beyond her limitations this year in Math?
the dreaded inkjet printer generated christmas (yeah, i said it, CHRISTMAS) newsletter is how it all began...
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