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dear internal organs:

look, we go through this every year. i cannot control the weather. really, i can't. throwing tantrums and causing me pain will not change this fault of mine. The Weather doesn't give a damn - so, please, again, stop it.

honestly, i shit you not, we'll have a better life together if only you listen to me.

you know how much i hate the medicine. it's not my fault if the humidity gets over 50%. you know, it can't rain unless the humidity breaks. so why are you making me over-take OTC drugs just to maintain some semblance of reality?

just stop it, pretty please with non-dairy/non-soy whipped cream and an organic cherry on top.

k, thx. i promise to continue to shake my fist at the garish sun, just for you.

r~~

today is "make up for lost posts day", apparently.

the original point of the whiney "where's my snow?" post was a "we wish you a happy chanukah", post.

so now we have it.

and i managed to not get all distracted.

i remain, after taking longer than usual to get to work and walking more than usual, but still making it into manhattan via car, pro-union/worker anti-strike.

i mean, if i could go on strike to get 8% a year, i'd be there in less than a minute. it's not like twu is asking for a lot. and i still don't understand how city workers can't strike. (yeah, the taylor law. fine. so the city/mta should work better with the union so as to not be put into such a position. it gives the employer far too strong of an advantage.)

this does not mean it is fair. homeless clients with appointments to "prove" they are elligible for homelessness assistance at a location 5+ miles away are supposed to find their own way there, or potentially risk being found elligible.
um, what?

hra/welfare is being flexible, theoretically. but we'll see how things look 2 weeks from now when information appears to be missing, but is really only more misfiled than usual.

and those who have no/minimal support system and are trying to work? forget it.

the wrong people end up being hurt. which is not twu's fault.

i love how 311, the city info line which is 212.639.9675 (new york) for out of area-ers, stresses the strike is "illegal", which is total and free sspin on their part. most of the news peoples state the same thing.

i'm so annoyed. and cranky. but i have a full paycheck.
and a bonus from the city for kicking ass last year. but that's another story that could make me happy, but is liable to leave me annoyed-er.

i went to toys in babeland... i blame moby for moving in next door and hip-ifying up the place with his teany. i'm not liking the new scene of the store.

i'm just saying,,,, where's the grit of the neighborhood? what's with the +/-? if the name change is due to their not being just toys, why the hell did the book section shrink? and since when did the staff of 'babeland' become so damn snotty?
inquiring minds want to know, damnit.

also, "toy" stores really shouldn't advertise toys online that they're not going to have stocked yet in stores. it's just cruel.

i think today is the first day all week i'm not suffering from some form of migraine/body hell.

knocking on wood.

as in pressed sawdust. get your mind out of the gutter, damnit.

i <3 my body.

my therapist is telling me it's my body's way of getting me attention. typical.


BUT, any of you's who want a fabu holiday card scored from the 50% off table cuz i'm cheap-thrifty awesome, leave me your address and stuff.

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why did the jehovah's witnesses bring a little girl to my door to ask me if i think children are growing up too fast?
is it just me, or is there something skewy with that?
(this, by the way, was at 1030 in the morning. i just happened to be awake and dressed already for some unknown resason.)

i might have thought that the growing up too fast referred to child abuse, etc. except the cover of their paraphanellia was of a school girl surrounded by a mound of homework. either way though, my answer is/was yes.
(it did also discuss the oh-horrors of abuse, etc.)
little girl wanted to give me their literature and come back to visit me with her mother so as to pracitce her proseleytization techniques.
um, no, that's ok.

i was nicer than i sually am.
this is what i get for moving practically next door to a jw place of worship.
but at least it's just them and not the world trying to save my soul, as has happened in the past.

she couldn't have even been in 5th grade. and was nervous as hell. she read me a quote "childhood is the most basic right of children" ~ i agree. so little gril, get you tush out on the streets and start playing. don't be knocking on my door on a saturday morning.
don't be knocking on my door anytime soon until after you're an adult.
and then, don't knock on it then.

on the way to work today at NINE in the morning, i
couldn't figure out at first why the car horns were
especially loud and obnoxious. the train had
already seemed overly-crowded. (why, again, did i come
here when i HATE HATE HATE crowds?...) the sun was
especially sunny and garish. but i kept walking, because i had to get my doughnut (from the doughnut man who had relocated from his usual spot) and at
broadway, i saw what was up: there were a number of
anti-war protesters blocking the street.

ok, please, i do DESPISE this war-thing they got going
on. (it is "officially" a war, right?) but if
anybody blocks my ass from crossing the
street, i'm only going to get pissed and turned off.
i am Not going to be sympathetic to the cause.
if pro-war demonstrators pulled that shite, i'd only
hate the war more. it's generic psychology. use a
little pr sense people!

and it's not like bushie is going to call the troops
home because some people are holding up traffic in
nyc.

the protesters did flee before the cops showed up.
which was a good thing.

and now, i'm in my dark little cubicle.
safe and sound.