Seperation

It amazes me how much time I can waste. I have been in my office all day, and I have made around 2 phone calls. I know I have a sale on the horizon that should fall any day now so I am slacking a bit but I really need to get crackalackin.

So I started a Mel Gibson argument. I’m sorry if I am the atypical human being that I am. I am just not offended by his, or Michael Richards, or any other wacked out human’s drunken tirades. I think the N word is just a word, and people who get pissed about it are unintelligent. Who cares about it’s history. Time spent worrying about racism is time that could be spent on something incalculably more productive.

Being half and half, racism just never bothers me. I’ve been profiled, I’ve been discriminated, so what. It happens, people learn it from their parents. It is human nature to dislike that which is different from yourself when you are able to understand the differences.

So there are only 2 degrees of separation in Tallahassee. No one steal that because I’m am patenting that idea/phrase/concept. Everyone in this city knows someone who knows you. I have never failed on this. This is why everyone is aching to get out after they graduate, not because this city is any inferior to any other small town. You just end up knowing everyone. Through the promiscuous behavior of college, you know too many people, then you end up having places you can’t go. Restaurants you can’t eat at, places you can’t work at, people you don’t want to see. Rinse repeat, Rinse Repeat.

I love the fact that there are women that still bake and give out xmas cookies. My metabolism however does not and it hates me right now.

I need a dog because I’m going to be single forever.