One Part Rant, One Part Religious Experience

Dear People On Transit,

No one cares what music you are listening to.........it sucks. No one cares about the purse you are caring, its been rolling around in the filth left by people before you. Women with severe roots, you are not remotely close to being blond give up and find a new dream. People, push be one more time I'll snap. Couples making out and/or singing verses of Chris Brown to each other you are gross.........Drunk people on the T walk it off outside not in closed quarters. People who need someone to talk to....find a counselor or support group I don't care. Overly perfumed ladies........my lungs hate you. Men with fancy suits and waxed eyebrows you are not important nor are you attractive, TRUST ME.

I think I'll go back to my book now or sleep.......That shit cray

So that was the rant category of my brain. What shall I unleash now..............

On my into work today I thought about how going to church is a great way to meet guys. Seriously the Catholic Church I go to has some fine eye candy. And yes I go for spiritual reasons, just recently I realized the treasure before me. The men are so funny, during Peace Be With You, the eye contact is insane. I want to send them to confession right there for undressing me with their eyes. Or how about the intense eye contact before receiving communion. I'm going to church for spiritual guidance and cleansing and all I can thinking is wow that guy has a nice ass. Oh he dresses so well too. Cut to the guy being a one of my personal trainers. Needless to say I looked at him differently after that. By the way is you aren't Catholic, I apologize, Wikipedia the things that are causing you to scratch you head. I would like to find a good Catholic boy. That way we can drink the night before and go to church. Also the high probability the are of Irish descent is a nice plus as well. And who doesn't love the naughty Irish Catholic girl stereotype. I think I shall plan a church social.......kick early 1900s style to meet these men. Vintage is all the rage you know. My grandparents met at a church social.........but that didn't end well as it turns. But there's time to fill you in about that. Lets just say my grandfather Murphy pasted away from lead poisoning.

Unleash The Beast

So........here goes. With the rising costs of living and the fact psychoanaylsis doesn't work on me, blogging seems a good way to quite my mind. This should be interesting. I often think what the hell am I doing with my life. I spread myself in all sorts of directions, but end up not very happy in the end. Goal: Do things that make me happy: sleep, eating right, connecting with my friends.......the list goes on. I have a vision of myself, if only I could get there. But I have to start working on it now and come up with a plan. I guess that's where I'm starting this blog, at the beginning and at the end. I need to fill in the middle. Maybe thats where stress, confusion, and sleepless nights live.....in the middle.

Light and breezy: Ellen is the shit..........oh Michelle Obama. I want to be both of them with a Chelsea Handler cherry on top. So here goes..............