monotony
One entry found.
Main Entry:
mo·not·o·ny
Pronunciation:
\mə-ˈnä-tə-nē, -ˈnät-nē\
Function:
noun
Date:
1706
1 : tedious sameness
2 : sameness of tone or sound
I'm just not into repeats.
Showing posts with label boring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boring. Show all posts
Peace Out P-twn
Yesterday I put my 2 weeks in at my office job. It went over really well & they are all really happy for me. I am moving out of Portland on Oct. 1. That is the day I will drive to Humboldt to get the rest of my junk & see all the beautiful people I love, miss and adore. On Oct. 11th, I roll down to So Cal to visit the fam fam & on Oct.17th I fly out to NYC. In NYC, I will be going to Sonic Yoga to complete their teacher training. Sweet! I am so pumped to do yoga & rage NYC. I have so many East Coast fam fam & I am so excited to see them again! After NYC session, I am flying back to the Westside to see Julia Stephen's, one of my best girls, in Sonora, Ca. where I will stay till X-mas, then back to So Cal. I am not sure what the future holds or where I will be in 2009. All I know is that I want to see my family & friends more, see the sunshine a bit more and surf tons!!!
Hope to you see while I am on Nicole Fall tour!
Love you!!
BOLLOCKS! : MY LIFE WORKING FOR THE MAN
Today I get denied for the raise I have been asking for. I am so pissed. I guess this is what happens to normal people. Today I realized, that I am one of these normal people. It sucks. Why would I want to spend the best years of my life sitting at this damn computer getting cellulite? This is bullshit. I now know why people go postal or kill their familes because they are stressed out. Work is not a place where fun things happen. Work is the drag ass of this world. I guess it pays the bills, but I don't even want bills if I have to constantly feel as if my life is meaningless. Gosh, I am now understanding what it is like to be an adult. More bullshit ( sorry mom ), but it is true.
So I have a solution to all this bullshit: find a job that makes me feel good & pays well. I am going to try to do this, even though I have mastered it. I am moving to NYC to go to yoga teacher training. Hopefully, I will become a special needs yoga teacher & things will look up. F-it, it is better than sitting on my ass wasting time.
SOrry, I just really needed to vent & lunch isn't for another half hour.
Love you
So I have a solution to all this bullshit: find a job that makes me feel good & pays well. I am going to try to do this, even though I have mastered it. I am moving to NYC to go to yoga teacher training. Hopefully, I will become a special needs yoga teacher & things will look up. F-it, it is better than sitting on my ass wasting time.
SOrry, I just really needed to vent & lunch isn't for another half hour.
Love you
Dear Portland,
It has been a good run. You got me out of Humboldt, you got me away from Robb, and you got me a whole new way of life. I am forever thankful, but I think it is time we parted ways. I love your sunny days, your rainy ones make me sad & lonely. Unfortunatly, the rain comes more than the sun, and the fun comes less than that. It isn't you Portland, it is me. I have lived such an extravegant life you see. I can't sit in my basement forever dreaming of all the fun that is out there as I stare out my little window at the drops coming down. I do love you and kinda really enjoy you. I just need more stimulation. I need more action, and let's face it, I need more hotties. I mean, if there were at lest two cute guys in the whole town, maybe I'd feel better. Unfortunatly, you haven't shown me the light of love here. I do adore the people but have never really felt as if this is the place for me. I like that people bike, plant things and are covered in tattoos. I love when people express themselves. Portland, you are overloaded with these types, and I love it. It is just not for me. Portland, I will stay with you till fall, but then I must go. I don't know where the wind shall take me, but I know it is time. It has almost been two years. You have served your puropse, now it is time I found mine.
You will always be remembered. Thank you for the love you have gave.
Cheers!
You will always be remembered. Thank you for the love you have gave.
Cheers!
Sometimes I Dream
I gave up dreaming about an hour ago. What is the use, I thought, I have been doing it for so long and nothing really has come out of it. I sit around daydreaming of all the things I want, or all the places I would rather be than here. Portland, Oregon. How did this happen to me? Raised in California, I became burnt out by all the plastic realities, maybe that is when I begun to daydream. I dreampt my way out of Southern California and let myself adrift all over the country before landing in Northern California. A good run there, but I kept dreaming. I have always wanted bigger and better things. For some reason, I feel like I deserve them. Not like I am better, I just have always dreamed big.
Here in Portland it rains. The rain comes down and it is cold. It makes rain come from my eyes. It makes rain come from my heart. I sit bored again, dreaming. I have a job, a boyfriend and a rental. My boyfriend makes me happy, though I believe that he does not truly understand me. My job is an unchallenging bore. My rental is cold and dark, just like the rest of the city. Sometimes I wonder why I am here, and I begin to dream again.
No one knows that all I do is dream. Or maybe they do. I dream that life will make me grand, but I already know I am grand. I dream life will help me make what I have better, but I already know what I have is enough. I am never content with what I have hence the dreams. As Americans, we always want more, and accordingly, I want more. So, I dream of more and try to resist.
But I have given dreaming up, or maybe dreaming has given up me. Either way our fantacy relationship is over. No more dreams of a home of my own. No more dreams of a place I can rest and no one will ever bother me. No more dreams of having a purpose in life. No more dreams of freedom and happiness. Our relationship is over. We are over taunting each other.
* This was written in the Winter of 2007.
Here in Portland it rains. The rain comes down and it is cold. It makes rain come from my eyes. It makes rain come from my heart. I sit bored again, dreaming. I have a job, a boyfriend and a rental. My boyfriend makes me happy, though I believe that he does not truly understand me. My job is an unchallenging bore. My rental is cold and dark, just like the rest of the city. Sometimes I wonder why I am here, and I begin to dream again.
No one knows that all I do is dream. Or maybe they do. I dream that life will make me grand, but I already know I am grand. I dream life will help me make what I have better, but I already know what I have is enough. I am never content with what I have hence the dreams. As Americans, we always want more, and accordingly, I want more. So, I dream of more and try to resist.
But I have given dreaming up, or maybe dreaming has given up me. Either way our fantacy relationship is over. No more dreams of a home of my own. No more dreams of a place I can rest and no one will ever bother me. No more dreams of having a purpose in life. No more dreams of freedom and happiness. Our relationship is over. We are over taunting each other.
* This was written in the Winter of 2007.
Boring People Are Boring
This book looks like a best seller to me. It must be written about people living in Portland, Or.
Best of Craigslist
My co-worker found this on Craigslist today & I thought it was worth sharing.
Enjoy.
I hate all of you
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Date: 2008-04-20, 11:50PM
I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.
I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.
Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.
Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.
Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus.
Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.
Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.
Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.
Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.
I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.
Enjoy.
I hate all of you
Reply to:
Date: 2008-04-20, 11:50PM
I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.
I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.
Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.
Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.
Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus.
Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.
Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.
Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.
Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.
I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it.
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