I am seriously going to miss Grace. The only good side to this whole deal is I’m now only responsible for one car, one car payment, and insurance for me, myself, and I… on one car. I won’t miss Ethel so much, I truly despised that car, but I will miss Grace.

The guys at the dealership let me spend a little alone time with her saying goodbye, they were all pretty entertained by a girl being so in love with her car that she cried when she finally walked away. The manager told me I could come in and drive any of the Zs on the lot any time I get to feeling angsty. That was actually pretty cool of him. Guess what I’ll be doing when bringing the new car in for her routine maitenance?

When I’m done being depressed, I’ll post pictures of the new car. And eventually she’ll tell me her damn name. Till then, it’s just the car.

Okay, intelligent key fobs? Sorta cool. Push button start? Rawks. It’s definitely cool, it’s just not Grace.

Posted with no comment… ‘cept *bwahahahahahahahaha* that’s funny!

If you have to think about it, yeah, you are.

Hi, my name is Sabre and I’m addicted to craigslist. Well, only part of craigslist really. The Missed Connections section.

I read it almost religiously, scanning through other people’s anonymous tales of having seen someone that caught their eye, or missing someone they lost a connection with. Sometimes it is entertaining, someone sees someone else, thinks maybe there was eye contact, and instructs the reader to write back telling him or her what they were wearing, to prove, of course, that it’s the same person. Vague descriptions that could be anyone, simply reaching out to try and meet a person they think they might like.

Other times it’s heartbreaking. The girl who hasn’t slept in weeks and won’t change her sheets because they still smell like him. The guy who is wondering where the perfect girl he fell for went and why she won’t return his calls. The stories are sometimes sad and pitiful, and other times filled with a dry humor I recognize and empathize with.

Over six billion people on this planet, and still so many missed connections. Lost dreams and broken hearts. A thousand ways to reach out and meet people in our technology driven world. Free services, message boards, pay services, match maker services, speed dating. It’s all out there. And still, so many lonely broken hearted romantics. Looking to technology to solve their problems and heal their spirits.

Although, I’m pretty sure it is the overwhelming presence of technology in our daily lives that killed romance in the first place.

And I mourn its passing.

function defineHeaven($IceCream = ‘ ‘ , $Flavor = ‘ ‘ ) {
if (ereg(”vanilla”,$IceCream) && ($Flavor == “Guinness”)) {
return = “zomg! Guinness Ice Cream! Hot damn I love my job today!”;
}
else {
return = “Just another boring day at work…”;
}
}

echo defineHeaven(”plain_vanilla”,”Guinness”);

Having recently found myself in a situation I had tried to avoid being in, it occurred to me that the reason I was in the situation in the first place was because I had chosen to overlook more things than I should have.

It started out innocently enough. A little glassing over of the eyes here, a turning a deaf ear there. A simple way of avoiding things that I felt were, while not trivial, certainly not life shattering. But it all started to get to the point where I was feeling a bit of a gnawing at my insides as things progressed. Having overlooked a thing or two in one place in my life made it far too easy to overlook a thing or twenty in a few critical places in my life.

Things I should have never overlooked in the first place.

In more places than is even remotely acceptable.

Of course, the question becomes, “Why do that to begin with?” A thousand reasons. You see a piece of lint on your jacket during a meeting and you are at a cross-roads. Do you flick it off your breast right then, drawing attention to said breast, or do you wait until later, knowing that you’ll get busy and forget and that when you do finally get to it that one piece of lint has mutated into a small army that even duct tape isn’t lifting off?

I’m guessing a lot of people would flick it off right then. A lot of people aren’t me with a keen awareness of the fact that half the people in that meeting are already staring at said breasts. So I wait, demurely, and get pulled into something else. By the time I get around to it… well, yeah. Mess.

*sigh*

This is one of the reasons I stopped wearing black jackets! Srsly!

There are a lot of you who’ve known me for a great many years… and I’ve had more than a few people ask me when the hell I became so nice. And I always answer that I don’t want to keep carrying around pieces of the past that had me seven shades of pissed off for so many years. In dealing with my fair share of nut jobs and whack cases, I’ve become increasingly more easy going, laid back, and maintain a “whatever” state of mind.

Until I get painted into a corner - as someone else would say to me.

And then I remember why I was always such a bitch in the first place. Nice guys never win and nobody likes the nice girl. Blah blah blah. You can all roll your eyes, but you know it’s true.

I had me back for a little while last winter, but I was so overwhelmed by what it took to get me back that I froze and eventually reverted to the nice girl who doesn’t deal well with conflict.

Yeah, fuck that noise. And so I’ll turn my naval gazing (I’d say mental masturbation - that’s all this type of blogging ever really is - but I know how you perverts are!) inward and make a lovely list. You could say it’s my deal breaker list. And you could say that it applies to several aspects of my life. You could also say that I expect to begin employing it immediately. In fact, I’m pretty sure some of it has already been set into motion.

You could also say I’ve had it with bullshit from several corners of my life - and that shit ends now.

This has been a Sabreland Public Service Announcement. Thank you, drive through!

From the Why Do I Read This Shit Files:

My morning perusal of various blogs and forums brought me this lovely bit of joy that I simply had to share with you:

I just wanted to add something about the women’s movement and my experiences. I graduated from high school in 1992 and I remember the year that I graduated all the girls in my class were totally obsessed with going to college and had no interest in the boys. I don’t think anyone in my class dated to be honest. My class was a bunch of mostly loserish guys and psycho obsessive girls bent on proving they were the same as men(which I don’t believe they are).

Clearly, because -he- couldn’t get a date, no one was dating.

Satan has totally tricked men and women into thinking they don’t need each other. Men with pornography and women with women’s lib. I have to actually applaud Satan at how smart he is. He has totally destroyed the male population and put women in charge. That would be ok if women really were exactly the same as men but that is a lie too.

Hey Dad? While you are out destroying the souls of men with your evil, evil pornography, do you think that maybe you could put me in charge of something cool? This guy says you are putting women in charge. Why am I always left out?! Why have you forsaken me?!

*ahem*

Moving on.

The world now is a complete perversion from God’s plan for us. The only reason the US is still a superpower is because of the people aged 50-75 who are keeping the country afloat because they are either Christians or were raised in a Christian culture. I think after these people retire or die the US is going to fall because the young people only care about themselves. Women can just support themselves and don’t need to support a husband or have children and men can just watch pornography and play World of Warcraft all day.

If women are supporting themselves, and men do nothing but play video games and watch porn all day, who is supporting the menz? Is that seriously what you guys do all day?

Pfft. Dad probably gave you guys my allowance, which explains why I have to work so many damn hours. Thanks a lot.

I guess what I am trying to say is that God had a plan for men and women and if you don’t follow the plan the system falls apart and chaos ensues. The plan as I understand it is for the man to be the leader and the woman to support them. The man then goes out and does amazing things because he has the support and love of his wife. Without women to support men, there won’t be any amazing things anymore and the world will slide into mediocrity which is is what I think about the world we live in today.

Shorter: I need someone to stroke my ego and tell me how fantastic I am, or else I fall apart.

Seriously? The system fails if women don’t do what? WTF? IBTP.

Everything is mediocre now and nothing new or innovative is happening anymore. The fact that I am a complete failure is a good sign that the rapture is imminent because it shows that the United States is going to collapse soon when talented males can’t complete college and get Phd’s because they can’t find the motivation to do it because there are no women who will support them because all the women are getting Ph’ds themselves afterwhich they will probably not make any major scientific discoveries. It is this mechanism which is destroying America.

That -he- is a complete failure means the world is about to end? I can’t even begin to comprehend the level of stupid that was required to make that statement.

He is a failure, men in general are failures, because women are seeking higher education?

I have never met a man who became great on his own. In fact, I have never met a man who completed college without a woman’s help. All the great men that I know of had women helping them. On the other hand there are guys who divorce their wives when they get old and find someone younger. That is very damaging.

Hey, wait, maybe he’s not so stupid after all. /snark

The Rapture Ready boards are overflowing with Teh Stupid. If you can stomach it, go read a few posts. If nothing else, it’ll provide you with some interesting morning entertainment!