tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36961143509059397032024-02-20T18:23:40.412-06:00I'm Just Here to Bitch...joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-32835186184085154222011-08-09T23:35:00.006-05:002011-08-10T00:46:13.127-05:00My Life as it Turns Out...fanfuckingtastic. yes. as it turns out...my life can be summed up in a nutshell! the fact of the matter is that i've pretty much been adhd all my life but as i've aged it has become an increasingly apparent issue. this blog by the way...? is a fucking perfect example. i started this a blog exactly one year, one week, and one day ago. that's fucking creepy...because until i just did the math in myjoyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-22732702334781840762011-05-04T15:50:00.003-05:002011-05-04T16:46:44.939-05:00Averagei always thought that just being average, or accepting average, or less than average was quite unacceptable. i am a self-proclaimed perfectionist (and, that combined with a case of ADD, OCD, and procrastination does not make for a pretty picture)! actually, what i should really say is that the picture is damn near flawless but the artist that painted it is a HOT MESS, and it only took her fifty joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-31250553550898537922011-03-01T17:02:00.002-06:002011-03-01T17:44:57.905-06:00Throw A Girl A Bone!since my ex and i parted ways almost a year and a half ago, i've often thought about the baby girl i left behind. and, when i say "baby girl" i mean dazy - my ex-miniature dachshund. well truthfully, she was never really mine in the first place, and quite frankly, after my ex and i first started dating i had visions of tossing her in a garbage bag with a cinder block, driving over the missouri joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-37216180525844914482011-02-18T02:40:00.004-06:002011-02-18T03:30:05.666-06:00The Simple Thingsi feel like a child on christmas eve that is fighting sleep in eager anticipation of what the morning holds. but damn! my eyes have yet to begin to droop, and i'm neither a child nor am i eagerly awaiting anything that morning will bring all too soon. insomnia sucks my ballsack. i know the minute i finally reach my deep sleep mode that my alarm clock will be going off and i'll be hating life. joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-46437372695976801822011-01-21T00:15:00.006-06:002011-01-21T12:43:45.071-06:00Yeah! Yeah! Fuckin' Yeah.so 2011 has come and it has gone...well not completely but since i haven't posted a blog lately...i think of 2011 as more of gone than come. and so much for those new year's resolutions. fuck resolutions anyway. for myself, they only last for about five minutes before i say neverfuckingmind.i have vices! i need something - anything to get me through a new year, and what i normally resign myself joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-89318838226683236562010-11-29T22:40:00.003-06:002010-12-08T00:18:08.820-06:00I'd Be Lying......if i didn't say that i wish my cheap beer buzz was offering me some kind of solace right now. instead my cheap beer buzz has turned into a bad headache. which further exemplifies my point of getting what you pay for. hey. i'm poor. what's a poor girl to do? bud light it is.well it looks like this will be the last of my rants, raves and bitches for the month...it's hard to believe i was just joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-34531424449801208102010-11-21T00:35:00.003-06:002010-11-21T01:19:41.744-06:00It's Coming on Christmas......i wish i had a river i could skate away on. i hate this time of year...mostly because of the holiday's. i can handle thanksgiving (mostly because the idea of shoving my face until i want to vomit is for some reason very appealing), but gawd i hate christmas...how i fucking hate christmas. always have. always will. i really wish i could make myself like it. i want to get into the spirit, and joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-87181935685018473582010-11-14T23:36:00.004-06:002010-11-17T11:53:21.698-06:00Enlightenmentit's funny how through all the sad and in all the pain in life when eventually you turn the corner and the big massive pile of dog shit you are expecting is not there. it's the light at the end of the tunnel. i think i hear angels singing. haha. that might actually be my mother. or not. cause lawd only knows that she certainly does not have a voice of an angel. gawd love the woman! and all the joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-61095897958869155352010-11-12T01:03:00.003-06:002010-11-14T01:14:21.248-06:00Life's A Dancetwo steps forward and one step back. i'd like to say i think it's funny or ironic how life's a dance "you learn as you go...sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow. don't worry about what you don't know...life's a dance you learn as you go," (john michael montgomery). except that i don't find it all that amusing and i do worry about what i don't know, and i'm sick of learning as i go because it joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-20627748998910098172010-11-11T01:59:00.004-06:002010-11-12T01:02:30.636-06:00Why We Do the Things We Dowhen i find life raining down on my parade and the everything around me feels as thought it's suffocating me, and it's hard to just come up for breath, it's hard to fight back the tears. it's difficult to accept what is, and in my haste and desperation, it is too easy to ignore my better conscience and make rash decisions. ahhh...life. shit.this is why impulsiveness and vodka (or any alcohol for joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-51226230909394508212010-11-07T22:43:00.002-06:002010-11-07T23:21:32.774-06:00Life Really Sucks My Ballsif only i had balls. lawd knows that everyone who knows me best knows that i've always had the penis envy. how great would it be to be a guy and have the ability to just whip it out and take a piss while stuck in the middle of nowhere? sure beats popping a squat and worrying about getting pee on your leg. men. can't live with them. can't live without them.maybe if i had balls i'd be less inclinedjoyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-51959895439913028012010-11-05T18:46:00.002-05:002010-11-05T19:45:12.625-05:00The "X" Factori wake up almost every day of my life and want to scream! there is no satisfaction in screaming to my empty apartment. i'd much rather take a walk around the block and punch someone in the face. life is just seriously pissing me off to no end as of late, and between wanting to scream, kick the living shit out of a human being, and pulling out my hair, my future life in jail or as a bald woman is joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-32971183439711505362010-11-05T00:40:00.003-05:002010-11-05T01:18:01.144-05:00In My Hazethere are so many fucking things that piss me the fuck off but that somehow i feel like i am able to prevent. i'm the crazy person doing the crazy things (in which i know better), that will land me somewhere between crying on my bathroom floor and flying off the handle. wtf. in an attempt to remain somewhat educated, i read, and when i read those ultra self-depricating, depressing prose of real joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-74096266994396139512010-11-04T21:59:00.002-05:002010-11-04T22:49:16.397-05:00A-ha!i often wonder if there is a placed reserved in heaven for people like me. whether or not you're a spiritual person or you believe in some kind of higher power, i do think that most people want to hold on to some kind of "greater good" after life. i do. i was raised a lutheran in a very religious and traditional household and while i don't necessarily hold on to all of the same beliefs my parentsjoyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-22802599821130813942010-11-02T13:45:00.002-05:002010-11-02T15:08:53.438-05:00Damn! Shit! Damn! Shit! Fuck!november. really?! REALLY?! damn. so apparently october flew by in a frenzy and besides myself seeming to not have time to do anything but bust my ass at work and get drunk (of course), i haven't had time to write or respond to the five zillion emails in my inbox. fuck. and now it's november. FUCK!gotdamnsonuvabitchwhoremotherfucker. i am a horrible procrastinator and it seems to becoming joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-28701833875476953802010-10-11T01:12:00.008-05:002010-10-12T14:34:30.701-05:00Time Changes Everythingwith fall well upon us, it's difficult not to think about change. i love fall - it's my favorite! but undoubtedly, it does not come without the inevitable change. i'm not completely certain that my love for fall has anything to do with change in itself but instead the transition it brings with it, including the weather and the elements of nature. for me there is nothing like waking up to a joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-21836894506131255922010-10-03T17:11:00.003-05:002010-10-03T17:52:41.976-05:00I'll Do What I Wantyou know...i'm just gonna bitch about whatever-the-fuck i want to because i can. and i can barely fucking walk. actually walking is the easy part. standing up is a real whore. i'm just extremely irritated and pissed off today so i feel like a good fucking tongue-lashing is needed.i am so fucking sick of people. i fucking hate everyone. that will never change. and if i call you and i decide to joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-75247040680958002582010-09-29T22:39:00.003-05:002010-09-30T00:20:27.229-05:00Perspectivefor as much as i bitch about columbia, i have to say that i am fairly impressed with the amount of appreciation and regard given to the "central missouri honor flight" organization and those world war II veterans that this institution pays its highest gratitude and respect to. central missouri honor flight is a "non-profit organization created solely to honor america's veterans for all their joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-33141818044917071692010-09-25T16:44:00.003-05:002010-09-25T17:38:49.155-05:00Is It Just Me...?since i've recently become a blog whore, i've been reading other mid-missouri blogs, mostly those that pertain to columbia and well...food (since i'm also a self-proclaimed food whore).here's what i am having difficulty understanding in most of the blogs i have read that aim to review and criticize local restaurants, and that is, what qualifies as good asian food. and since i've just very joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-54505841818648941612010-09-23T11:23:00.007-05:002010-11-05T20:25:21.845-05:00Where Have All the Chain Restaurants Gone?i'm not going to lie. i will bitch about living in columbia as long as i live here. however, i do want to say that it isn't just columbia but it's missouri in general that i have issues with. i lived in denver for almost ten years and it would be easy to say that i was rather spoiled when it came to the ease of accessibility of food or booze, and for the most part when i wanted it. hell. it's no joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-53876515712792444512010-09-22T23:43:00.006-05:002010-09-23T14:31:28.652-05:00Some Kids' Parents These Daysi think kids are assholes, well most of them anyway. i use to think, gawd! some peoples' kids! ANNOYING! but what i understand now is that children are only products of their parents. so if your kid is an asshole...it's your fucking fault.i don't have children. i like vodka. so i'm not going to sit here and tell anyone how to raise their children or what is right or wrong. what i am going to joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-71692614607683558552010-09-21T22:29:00.007-05:002010-09-22T13:32:09.349-05:00It's NOT All in the Packagingdon't think i don't understand or realize how trivial it is to bitch about commercials but anyone who knows my television viewing habits knows how much i absolutely friggin' HATE them! and yes, i do realize i'm a victim of such wretched commercials only by my own choosing but i shit you not, when it's commercial time i flip the channel, mute the television or take the opportunity to run to the joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-61184440854426556952010-09-17T13:33:00.002-05:002010-09-17T23:19:01.702-05:00Roll With the Punchesi'm getting fucking old and i'm not even happy about it.apparently i have slept wrong on my arm/shoulder/back (somewhere in that general anatomy of my body). that was three or four days ago. in fact, i'm getting old to the point in which i don't even remember what morning i woke up and wanted to swallow a bottle of vicodin. that's sad. maybe it's the a.d.d. nonetheless, my dismay resides in the joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-32929889188557534642010-09-16T23:35:00.002-05:002010-09-17T00:37:05.998-05:00Really. REALLY?!so i've bitched and moaned about columbia on numerous occasions and while it definitely isn't the cosmoplitan capital of the world it's not a completely unfortunate or wretched place to live. it could use vast improvements but nonetheless, i've taken up residence here so i should appreciate it for what it does have to offer, (however little that may be).i was driving down broadway the other day (joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3696114350905939703.post-42519290015026896522010-09-16T00:19:00.004-05:002010-09-22T23:38:31.371-05:00WTFwithout going into too much detail regarding a particular incident that i recently found myself in, i walked away from the situation thinking WHAT THE FUCK. and i'm not talking about a simple little wtf...i'm talking a big FUCKING WHAT THE FUCK.you know...i hate liars. and i'm not talking about a little pansy ass fib or white lie that doesn't involve serious repercussions or severe damages to joyubbenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533570153784554197noreply@blogger.com0