I Love Meg

We are going to the fair today.

And I would like you all to hope that we do not end up with winning fish, as we did last year. It makes me feel bad to wish death on living creatures. Even worse when I wish the two of them will die at the same time, so I don’t have to get any replacement fish. (But they did!)

I’m thinking it should be a nice day, otherwise.

subjecttomeg:

My anxiety was off the mother fucking charts yesterday. Seriously, while I was trying to sleep, I’d made all these ridiculous resolutions to combat non-existent situations. I need meds. Oh, lack of insurance, why won’t you let me be ~~great~~ sane?

But the good news is my crazy is a bit exhausted today, and I’m suffering from a neurotic hangover, so at the very least, I’ll be dazed, but not crazed! Silver lining and all that.

Advice for Employers: Hire ugly. All other things being equal, I’d give the nod to an ugly candidate. It’s not charity: They have less value in the marketplace and can be hired less expensively, even though looks have, for most jobs, little or no bearing on job performance. I’ve found that, on average, ugly people are more likely to be kind and to work harder because they know they’re working at a disadvantage. And unattractive people are more likely to stay with me because they tend to have a tough time getting hired, in part because they generally don’t network efficiently. If I treat unattractive employees well, they’re usually very loyal.

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Why I Like to Hire Ugly People - Kiplinger.com

Have at it, Tumblrinos.

ETA: I mean, did this guy realize he was using his out loud voice? Yes, he did. It’s ugly. I know his what his defense would be — something like “I’m just telling it like it is!”, but the arrogance is shell shocking, and the point of view is, in the first place, rooted in deep seeded beliefs that so many work so hard to dismantle.

I know I’m going with the obvious here, but grrrr.

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Lackluster looks are only one strike. It’s up to you whether you become dispirited or motivated to make the extra effort needed to succeed. Don’t skimp on self-development. If you have mediocre skills, that’s strike two. Add a mediocre personality, and it’s usually strike three and you’re out.

Well, this explains a lot about my current situation.

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I heart this in solidarity and love. But not because I am endorsing.

My child is unaware of the healthcare crisis. And also, slightly morbid.

subjecttomeg:

He had to write a story for homework, using vocab words. Granted, “accident” was one of the words, but he wrote a story about how the entire family wasn’t paying attention, had an accident, and had to stay in the hospital for A WHOLE YEAR!

And then here’s where the fantasy part comes in, because he ended with us getting out of the hospital and living happily ever after. Hahaha. Awwwwww.

I hear Meg’s voice in my head a lot. Sometimes, it frames my posts for me. That “hahaha, awwww” is a big one, lately.

subjecttomeg:

Zombies, and pirates, and vampire (fetishists)! Oh my!

oh, my.

subjecttomeg:

I had forgotten about that date until now. My one friend likes to joke with me that I have a thing for older guys, because my husband is nine years older than I am. And I don’t really have an age thing, but I had said that everyone else I dated was my age or a year older. But there were three that were about five years older. This date, the one who basically let someone steal his truck, and some asshole who took me on his motorcycle. And after I told him I was deathly afraid of them, he assured me it would be “fun,” and then he proceeded to be a dick and go fast and keep turning, trying to scare me. I did not sleep with him. That was a wise choice.

And then! Years later, my one boyfriend and I broke up (the one that made me break up with him for him) and I was living with his roommate’s girlfriend and things went cold and awkward really quickly, so I had to find a new dorm to stay in and so after I moved, I saw the motorcycle guy again, because he was apparently friends or fuck buddies with one of my new roommates. That was awkward, too!

Haha and she was so funny. She was a beauty pageant contestant and won the state title or some such shit. But she would brag about how it got her all these boyfriends, but also brag about her virginity. And whatevs, I could not give a shit, but she made a huge deal about it and she would be bitchy about my other roommates fucking. I was not fucking anyone at the time, because I was all heart broken and shit. Meanwhile, we could hear her fucking in the shower all the time. And we could hear her, because she was LOUD. And she talked. And then one night, she had this guy stay over (and we shared a room) and in the morning, there was a used condom on the floor. And no one even asked her anything, and she was like, we didn’t do anything, he just put it on and it stayed on all night while he was sleeping and then jumped off and fell onto the floor in the morning.

subjecttomeg:

hman:

Keanu Reeves is 45 today, everyone.

That guy in “Bill & Ted”? That guy who plays in Dogstar?

Totally different Keanu Reeves you’re thinking of.

I like him very much. As an actor. I’m not kidding.

I love him.

I’m drinking Maxwell House coffee that was brewed in a very old basic coffee maker, and drinking from a mug I got at the dollar store.

subjecttomeg:

I just wanted to feel a part of the conversation. Since I’m never going to be fucking employed again.

I just spent fifteen minutes trying to think myself out of a newly developed shit ass mood.

subjecttomeg:

It didn’t work and just made me angry at “The Secret” all over again.

It doesn’t matter what message is there, whenever I see insanity wolf, “FLOSS!” is all I see.

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