This might be a bit of a stretch.

As you know, I like to tie in the Daily Prompt with Musical Interlude Friday if I can, and today might be one of those occasions where I’m really s   t   r   e   t   c   h   i   n   g  the definition of the word “reprieve” to its absolute limit…but I think you’ll enjoy it anyway. I mean, asking someone to let you go is the same as asking for a reprieve from them, right? On a side note, 17 years ago today, I graduated from high school. I both can’t believe it and am not shocked by it. Was 2000 really almost 20 years ago??? I’d give just about anything to go back and do the last 17 years of my life over again, I’ll tell you that much. Regrets…I’ve got more than a few.

But enough about my shitty life, here’s your Musical Interlude Friday choice — enjoy!

I’m gonna make, I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna make it…


I could use some blue skies and sunshine right about now.

Life has been throwing a lot of curve balls at me the past month or so. First our dog gets very sick (he’s much better now), then a bunch of jobs I sent my resume to either told me I didn’t fit what they were looking for or they didn’t bother responding at all, now my mom is sick…I feel like maybe an old witch put a curse on this house or something. It feels like no sooner does one thing get better or clear up, something new takes its place. We’re a resilient family, so we’ll get through this, but damn if it isn’t getting old. My birthday is in 13 days, so hopefully I’ll get one ray of sunshine out of this shitshow. Hopefully.

I can has impeachment?


I’ve been good!

I wish I could do this.


The closest I’m going to get to owning a Van Gogh is this painting as a framed poster.

I love art. I could spend hours walking around art galleries and museums looking at paintings, sculptures, you name it. Chicago has a great art museum, and when I was in high school, my French class went there to see the great Impressionist works, including Monet’s water lilies, Degas’ ballet dancers, and Van Gogh’s sunflowers. Starry Night was not one of them, unfortunately, and it sucked because I was looking forward to seeing that one the most. I have not one artistic bone in my body, and while that painting on its face looks easy to do, since it’s just brush stroke after brush stroke, I don’t need to be an artist to know it would take me months to accomplish that, if not longer.

People that have no appreciation for art confuse me. I always hear people say they would be bored stiff at an art museum, that it’s just paintings hanging on a wall so who cares…how the hell can you look at that painting and not be moved by it? Not feel the story it’s telling?

Yeesh. Some people.

Feeling lost.

I can say with 100% honesty that I’d would absolutely describe myself right now as “adrift.” That can happen when you’re unemployed, and you’re trying to figure out what you’re doing and when (hopefully) your next job will come. It’s difficult to feel like you have no purpose or sense of direction, and when I was in college, I didn’t feel that way. I knew what I wanted to do, and I knew how I wanted to do it. These past 11 ½ years, though…they’ve been rough. I try to stay positive knowing that negativity won’t change anything, but it’s hard. It’s hard because it’s going against my natural inclination. I’m not a bubbly, vivacious person. I’ve always been a bit quiet, a bit of a pensive, more than a little bit pessimistic. Forcing myself to do a 180 and be the exact opposite of all that, not just in job interviews, but in general, is mentally and physically exhausting.

Let’s hop in the wayback machine, shall we?

I thought for today’s Musical Interlude Friday, we’d take a journey back in time, to the long ago forgotten days of the 1980s. You remember those days, I’m sure. Shoulder pads, big hair, acid-wash denim, hi-top sneakers with four different color laces (I had LA Gear’s with hot pink, black, sparkly silver and white.), and neon makeup that made you look like a clown who slept face down on a pillow all night. Enjoy!

I know I just got political yesterday, but…


So it seems the prompts the last couple of days are almost forcing me to talk about the Flim Flam Fuhrer, which I’m loathe to do on this blog as opposed to Twitter, since I want this place to be as politics-free as it can get, given how political I am in my day-to-day life. However, with a word like “farce,” how could I find a way around it? Well, I thought about it some, and then it came to me —

Feminine hygiene products.

We need them. We can’t not use them. So why the hell are they so gotdamn expensive? Women can’t use just one kind of tampon, because different days call for different needs. You can’t use the same pad either, because something for light days won’t do for overnight. They really ought to be free, or damn close to it. Sure, we only need them for a few days once a month, but depending on how bad it is that month, you might go through more than you normally would, then end up having to buy more before the next month’s cycle begins. Seriously. Tampax, Always, Kotex…get your shit together.

This country is about to tip over.


I sure hope everyone knows how to swim.

If you don’t like politics or if you don’t follow politics, then this blog post won’t be for you. I hope to see you tomorrow, around the same time. For those that do follow politics, read on.

The news coming out of Washington anymore must be simultaneously enraging and depressing. I feel like I’m suffering from bipolar disorder, any given day. At worst, Donald Trump is a traitor. Giving him any and all benefit of that doubt (that he in no way deserves), he’s an incompetent buffoon. Either way, our country is teetering on the edge, and the drink is looking mighty cold and mighty deep. I don’t know how any of this can be repaired in my lifetime, assuming either the Democrats take Congress in 2018 and throw him out, or the GOP suddenly finds a backbone and throws him out before then. Either one. Our relationships with the intelligence communities, not just here at home, but abroad, will take decades to repair. Agencies have been destroyed from the inside, and it’ll take years to reset them back to equilibrium, to say nothing of moving forward, rather than backwards.

92 million people didn’t vote last November, either because they didn’t care to or because they thought Hillary Clinton was just as bad, if not worse, than Donald Trump, so what did it matter who won.

*begin adult language*

I hope those assholes are real goddamn happy right about now. I hope they’re enjoying the country they’re living in, because as much as I viscerally hate all 62 million people who voted for Trump, at least they voted. The 92 million who basically said “fuck it” and stayed home…I blame THEM for this. If a couple hundred thousand of them in about four states got off their asses…we wouldn’t be in the middle of this clusterfuck right now. I hope they’re sleeping well, because the rest of us sure as shit aren’t.

*end adult language*

Those, I’ve got.

Today’s prompt is one of those words that have always amused me, even when I was younger. I’ve never been a person for whom deception has been an easy task. I can lie, sure, everyone can lie…but I don’t often get away with it. The reason being, I give it away while I’m speaking. I don’t have a very good poker face, and either they read it on my face or I end up spilling my guts before I’m finished talking. For that reason alone, I’d never make a good politician. A friend of mine joked that I should run for President in 2020 since I’m turning 35 this June, and I’ll finally hit the age requirement, but as much fun as it would be to beat Mike Pence (since I’m reasonably sure Donald Trump won’t still be holding this office by then), I don’t have the stomach for it.

I’d rather work alone.


“I hate every single one of you and wish I was working literally anywhere else.”

I’ve spoken before about how much I dislike collaborative or group work. I just don’t deal with it well. I don’t like having to rely on other people to do something I can just as easily (and quickly) do by myself. I’ve had to suck it up on more than one occasion and do it because it was required, and I didn’t complain about it to anyone, but I sure as hell complained about it to myself. It’s not that I feel I’m better than other people or smarter than other people, it’s just that everyone works at their own pace, and some people work faster (or slower) than I do, and I’d much rather not have to deal with other people’s scheduling conflicts when mine are easy enough to handle. Is anyone else like that? How have you managed to deal with it at school/work?

I’d also like to mention again that my birthday is coming up — it’s three weeks from Wednesday — so if any of you want to peruse my Amazon Wish List, the link is below.

Paul McCartney’s best love song?

Before I start my post for the day, I just wanted to say that my birthday is in a month, and  I’ll link below my Amazon Wish List, in case any of you wanted to get me something to mark such a momentous and legendary occasion. I don’t make a habit of this, I only say something around my birthday and Christmas, but my family doesn’t have the money to even get me a card. Don’t feel obligated, and I won’t post anything ranting and raving if I don’t get anything. I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask.  🙂

On to the prompt for today and our Musical Interlude Friday selection — of all the Beatles, I prefer George’s solo stuff to anyone else’s, but I have to absolutely give props to Paul for writing arguably, one of the greatest love songs of all time. He wrote it for his wife Linda, at a time when he was very down and very low, and she helped move him past it. Enjoy!