You Just Can't Count On Anyone

You just can't count on anyone these days. Today was to be a long awaited Saturday of, but because a cook that is reliable can not be found, I was called in. Why is it that the youth or young adults of today are not responsible. I mean come on, was I raised so different than everyone else. I am 25, I hold a full time job, go school, and still manage to go out and have fun. So what the hell. We have hired two cooks this week and neither one has worked out. Well now that I've spit that out I better go make sure the kitchen is still standing.

The Sign In Info

I do believe that there are too many things that need passwords and pen-names to get into. Grrrrrrrargggggg. A person is supposed to remember passwords and sign in info for any number of things, like email, wireless phone accounts, bank accounts, pin numbers, school email, any club sites, and so on. This is all on top of the daily info you need to get through the day; phone numbers, prices of things, classrooms, info for your next test, plus the stuff you don't use every day but you'd better know like social security number. Know wonder we live in a medicated society.

i think it is frightening how ablivious i can be, apparently my computer had my aim address and passwords of something of the kind cause i clicked on a little button on face book and bam the program that i didn't even know i had appears says launch application and zing there's my list of people. val doesn't even know the half of it, me and computers are just down right frightening.

Tooo Much Stuff

okay something to rant about, stuff. George Carlin had it right about people and stuff. so I'm going though pushing buttons, customizing my little piece of Internet here, and i thing dude lets put a picture up (okay so the voice in my head totally didn't sound like it was from bill and ted). so i get up off the rolling yoga ball (don't ask). head up stairs to what used to be my room but is now the craft room, going to a box that should have a certain thanksgiving photo in that i adore, but noooooo. it has every other disc since then but not the one i am looking for. If the disc wasn't there that meant another box, low an behold the whole FRAKING ROOM is boxes of stuff. big boxes, little boxes, open boxes, closed boxes, labeled boxes, and you guessed it unlabeled boxes. so i decided, since there was no way i was staying up there where any zombie squirrel could get me that i would let it all out.

Pooka's 1st Rant

So, this is the inaugural rant. . . . . .

WOW, thought I would have more to rant about. I mean I set this whole thing up with all these ideas and now, Nada. This was not an exercise in futility though. I actually used the computer correctly (color me shocked). okay, so there was the one itsy-bitsy little misshape, but it was so small it could have been nothing, kinda like a misshape-light. Well now that I have sort of rambled I am going to go push some more buttons on this page and hope I don't blow up the backyard or something.