--- Finally, a reason to watch CNBC.

--- Heheheheheh.

Never underestimate the fury of a girl who attends Catholic school.

--- And yet another example that
perhaps this generation is not the waste it̢۪s made out to be. Now, if
only this kid could get the money that LeBron James is making in his
first year as an NBA player, all will be right with the world.
--- I had a nice Halloween blog all planned out; one that touched on
all of the sweetness and nostalgia associated with this holiday, and we
just got a phone call that has made it all irrelevant. I just don̢۪t
fucking care anymore. I̢۪m not going to bother to go and get a
pumpkin; the neighborhood kids can get their candy from someone else
tonight. I̢۪m just simply not in the mood for it today. Just. Not. In.
The. Mood. And I love Halloween. I love seeing kids work themselves
into a lather over this holiday; picking their costumes with all of the
attention to detail that Marie Antoinette put into choosing which
jewels she would wear to court; I love it when they come to my door,
screaming “trick or treat,” with that childish enthusiasm we adults
have lost touch with. But not today. Today is a shitty day that just
happens to be Halloween, and the kids in the neighborhood will suffer
for my poor mood. Take it that I̢۪m sorry, kids, and next year I̢۪ll
have the lights on and will chip out for the full sized candy bars to
make up for it. General Question for the Day: Why is that some people
will always, under any circumstances, screw you before you have the
opportunity to even think of screwing them? What is it with people? Do
we really live in a world where our defense mechanisms must be
completely offensive? That it̢۪s just not effective enough a solution
to wait and see what happens before they respond to a situation? Even
if there̢۪s no proof that they will end up on the short end of the
stick in the first place? I̢۪m so tired of people. I̢۪m particularly
tired of certain people that spend their lives making others̢۪ a
misery because they have to be the King of the Mountain all the damn
time. And that they do it in sneaky, underhanded ways just drives me
nuts. If you have a problem with me, at least have the guts to tell me,
straight to my face, instead of sneaking around and making
surreptitious moves, like a chess master who̢۪s hooded and you can̢۪t
tell who̢۪s beating you or why. I would at least like to know why my
adversary hates me so much that they feel the need to subvert me at
every step. But that would be making it personal, wouldn̢۪t it? The
troubles these people are causing me, by their way of thinking,
aren̢۪t personal: they̢۪re business; they̢۪re just doing their job.
And that̢۪s the problem. Because it is personal to me; they keep
dumping things on me and expect me to take it like it̢۪s no big deal;
that this is just the price you have to pay. They're numb to anything
but what will get them ahead in this world. So, sorry, maybe it will be better next time around. And that̢۪s the kicker: it won̢۪t be any better the next time around unless I stoop to their level and act the way they act.

Where̢۪s the hope for the goodness of humanity in that action?

We̢۪re floating down the River Styx, Cerberus is just around the bend and the hand basket that̢۪s carrying us is on fire.

I̢۪m certain of it.

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