Time
Barely had time to scratch myself lately. I’m going to try and be disciplined with my time for the next few weeks pending major disasters.
Real posts incoming soon I hope.
A client was having issues with a site I designed a few years back.
Client: I thought it you would cover it with a lifetime warranty.
Me: No, our contract stipulates a two year warranty.
Client: What’s the difference?
If only life were this easy
(via stephaniesearches)
People love to hate you, because you love to argue. The strange thing is you probably took that as a compliment. Why, I bet you’ve already got a witty comeback all lined up ready to throw right back at me.
What you don’t realise is that your inane obsession with debating pisses everyone off. Whatever happened to us all trying to get along? I mean, you’re so annoying people disagree with you for the damn sake of it! NOBODY cares about your abundant opinions. Trust me.
Believe it or not, but there’s more to life than your expansive knowledge and sharp repertoire. When was the last time you showered? Brushed your teeth?
While you’re up in Nevernever land, getting excited over future possibilities and your crazy theories, WE have to put up with your awful stench. I can smell you from here.
Your personality is ideal for that of a future lawyer and because everyone already hates you, you have nothing to lose. — OkCupid Personality Test
Client: You’re doing your work wrong
Me: What did I do wrong, sir?
Client: You’re not listening to me, this is just wrong.
Me: Can you please tell me what I did wrong?
Client: You’re still not listening… this is like talking to a wall.
Talking
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what words come out of my mouth. This has been a big issue for me recently, as hearing careless words come out of other people’s mouths have lead me to make a major life decision which I will elaborate on at a later point in time.
Words have the power to cut like the deepest blades. The problem is that the words are not physical. A physician can normally see where a person is bleeding. Words cut where no physician can see.
Words have the power to tear down and destroy. Words can destroy self-esteem, marriages, families, churches, institutions, businesses and governments.
Words have the power to make others laugh. Conceive the inconceivable, and force a psychological and physiological response from those who hear them.
Words have the power to make others believe. Imagine that the impossible is in fact possible, and that even the most faint hope is in fact realistic.
Words have the power to be thrown out, spat out, yelled out, shouted out, cursed out.
Words are the most powerful weapon and the most healing thing that you possess.
Why then are we so careless?
Is it because we don’t think about words? We don’t consider their power, meaning or status?
Is it because we feel our words are more important than other people’s words? Or is it because what we say is of more meaning and relevance than others?
So often we allow our words to go to useless places and do useless things. We don’t consider the meaning of our words or how they can affect other people. The words that have damaged me the most have been the ones that were never intended to damage. Words that just “needed air” found their way into my heart and into my psyche.
Similarly, the words that build folk up are also tossed about in such a manner. A well-timed word can build a person up and give them the encouragement they needed to hear.
How do you use your words? Are they building words or destroying words? Are they considered or careless? Which words have you aired recently might have affected those around you?
Showbread - Mouth Like A Magazine
Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You’ve locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault cause your boyfriend can’t read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.
Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.
Queen dependency is cowering, please don’t be confused,
You’re vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn’t tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal,
And your veins electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Cough up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop,
Your brain is cauterized.
Within the walls I hear all of it’s legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down,
The rusty spokes inside my head
Are making such a grating sound.
You’re legacy is like poetry,
But you’re mouth is like a magazine
(I believe “you’ve locked” is actually “you thought”)
