tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13939561013254728582011-07-28T09:07:59.319-04:00The need to rant and rave about personal and not-so-personal happenings. Rebelliously read at your own risk.Bëannoreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-10043852252242483642010-04-05T18:49:00.001-04:002010-04-05T18:49:03.297-04:00

http://www.myheritage.com/collageMyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-20713367087950695862010-01-05T17:19:00.009-05:002010-01-06T10:19:07.493-05:00

I realized something at work today: a woman's obsession with food.Now, there is no denying I'm obsessed with food and all its wonderful flavors and aromas (likely, this relates to the food that comes with a warning label). But I am rather concerned with the women at my work who bring in the following:-Healthy Choice Pasta Steamers-Lean Cuisine products-Weight Watchers productsWell, you get the

Bëannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-17792739510144471352009-12-28T12:31:00.015-05:002009-12-28T14:51:39.440-05:00

I just had a thought. A horrifying thought.It's about to be the end of 2009. Trust me, I am forever grateful for this as this was an incredibly shambolic year of death and deceit. But, it led me to do some thinking about the past decade.I turned 14 in the year 2000. I was about to graduate middle school. I was destined for a high school that I abhorred for a lack of free dress code, a lack of

Bëannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-55930485989919944492009-12-22T12:41:00.008-05:002009-12-22T13:01:00.998-05:00

There are a million and one things I could rant about this afternoon. My car repairs. Maryland's incapacity to de-ice the sidewalks, streets, and whatever other mode of transportation people use. My bank account. My ability to maintain relationships. Et al.However, the one thing that has completely irked me today was seeing what popped up on CNN at lunchtime. Granted, I had a nice steaming hot

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-92209583937019166642009-12-18T15:53:00.003-05:002009-12-18T16:10:44.784-05:00

Weather Report: Apparently, midnight is when this snow storm is going to slam into the Baltimore/DC Metro area. We are to be hit with at least 10 inches of snow, 35 mph winds, and the removal of my sanity that I will surely suffer from being stuck at home. I will be home with: stressed-out parents that haven't done any Xmas shopping, a sister who now wants to work out for three hours a day, a

Bëannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-37333508052561910992009-12-16T16:55:00.005-05:002010-01-05T17:50:01.602-05:00

There is some feeling gnawing at my brain. It's right in the middle of "exhausted," "stressed," and "unsatisfied." Exhaustressfied?With this new year comes new beginnings. I can feel it. Fate is in my hands. Things must - and will - change. I refuse to let someone or something dictate my life. I believe that when someone can have the courage, tenacity, and motivation to get their ass into gear,

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-76189100100625167522009-12-11T15:19:00.009-05:002009-12-11T16:14:51.265-05:00

Okay, so... blatant and mentally draining topic of the day is THE DUGGARS.Ahh, the Duggars. America's family dedicated to procreating because it must be God's will. The only family that contains a mother with a uterus that must be the size of Nebraska, and a father who is a creepy throwback to any stereotypical husband of the 1950s. Also don't forget to count eighteen of their strange-as-hell

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-76384573159337352452009-12-09T10:27:00.003-05:002009-12-09T10:30:42.552-05:00

Since the 1st of this month, I have seen this huge tractor trailer with the word "ENGLAND," in Gothic font driving on 95 South. It is always a few car lengths in front of me, but I somehow always manage to see it speeding along down the highway. Today, I decided to speed up right next to it, and analyze this truck for what it was. Seeing the word "England" was a mere taunt to me, to my efforts on

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-81158057710537748122009-12-04T16:58:00.009-05:002009-12-04T17:10:02.282-05:00

Today was the World Cup draw. I cannot tell you how prepped I was, pen in hand, to copy down the statistics from the BBC Sport News feed. My coworker (Crack in the Wall who will hereby be known as Cit W.) and I sat there, desperate to see who was going to be cut into what group. I also probably spent $10 throwing out a text to show up on the sports feed, but alas, stupid commentator Jonathan

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-69803349030121366642009-11-25T09:03:00.005-05:002009-11-25T09:24:45.462-05:00

It's been a while since I've wrote on this damn thing.Can't say I've needed to rant about anything too much, other than the fact that I released my rage with fist-banging on my desk, incessant short outbursts to my parents, and curling up in a ball on the couch and sulking for a day. Why, one may ask?Well, London is not happening. Plain and simple. So where does this leave me? Why, New York, of

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-21119209648519098922009-11-12T15:09:00.005-05:002009-12-05T19:34:17.724-05:00

That would be London. A city unlike any other that I've connected with. Those who know me would deem that as a false statement, for, what about New York? Of course, I resonate with the Big Apple. I always have, and I always will. But the immediate connection I had with the Big Smoke upon arriving in Liverpool Street station over a year ago is unsurpassed. London seems to get me. It is a European

Bëannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-27511972828965857672009-11-06T13:40:00.004-05:002009-11-06T14:07:23.831-05:00

I'm just downright angry right now. Confused. Bewildered. And ultimately pissed off! What is going on with these mass shootings/domestic acts of terrorism? Growing up in the U.S. is a party and a half. It's the scariest party you will likely attend in your lifetime as there is always someone at the party with a few tricks up his (and funny enough, it's always a "his") sleeve. I have borne witness

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-84216518565250510462009-11-03T13:44:00.002-05:002009-11-03T13:52:49.791-05:00

London's burning, all right - soon to be burning from my mental wrath!I am not really sure what the hell is going on with my UK job situation. I have not heard from the company director in over a month. I have sent him two e-mails over the course of two weeks, simply asking for a summation of required visa documents, a contract, etc. So far, no response.Honestly, I don't have time for this

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-79825070702354721772009-10-23T15:05:00.004-04:002009-11-03T14:01:59.802-05:00

It seems that everyone in my office is sick. My boss has a sinus infection. My sinuses are killing me. The antibacterial hand sanitizer on my desk is taunting me. Damn you, impending sickness!Speaking of sickness - this afternoon while sitting at my desk, I was overcome with fear that I will be diagnosed with cancer and not live out my life. This is probably due to a certain lack of sleep, a cup

Bëannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-34834601686095003492009-10-22T13:15:00.004-04:002009-10-22T13:58:51.799-04:00

You know it's bad when you are eating soup from a paper packet that says "Spring Veggie: Just add hot water!"I do not have a lunch for the 20th time this month. This is becoming a common practice and it needs to stop. Now, I know I'm supposed to make a lunch every morning to save some money, but it's just not working! I am too damn lazy. Instead, I am consuming noodles no bigger than my

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-79274488751448993912009-10-21T16:14:00.002-04:002009-10-21T16:16:31.908-04:00

Oh my goodness.There is nothing worse than finishing your work two hours before you leave the office. I am sitting here, having read every blog on my Favorites tab and watching Chelsea play Atletico Madrid on BBC Sport. Needless to say, even that is a bore. I know the news courtesy of BBC, consumerism news courtesy of The Consumerist and sex and feminist gossip courtesy of Jezebel. I have

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-38288857100707387692009-10-15T16:28:00.004-04:002009-10-15T16:36:33.824-04:00

I have finished my work for the day. One hour and 30 minutes before schedule. Now I MUST RANT:About this kid. In a balloon that resembles an old-fashioned popcorn popper. First and foremost, I laughed a good two minutes while reading the story on CNN.com. The fact that this occurred is, indeed, laughable. A kid named Falcon somehow gets into an unlocked homemade air balloon, and then rises up

Bëannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-3237305419452450922009-10-13T10:14:00.003-04:002009-10-13T10:28:17.901-04:00

More so my mind wanders than anything else. I am glued to a desk attempting to do work. So far, that concept is not working.Today's rant comes from the bowels of the earth - baby showers, weddings and the like. I'm not sure why they're all happening in the next two weeks. Did someone come up with the notion that Fall is the time to get hitched or carry around a sack of belly weight? I want to be

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-11563402932737836592009-10-12T11:59:00.007-04:002009-10-12T12:30:22.252-04:00

I find that I am struck with wanderlust. I am in constant debate on how to date. Do I date New York City/The Big Apple or continue my fling with London/The Big Smoke? I am in love with each one, so how am I supposed to objectively choose? Both offer me different comfort levels; both are mysterious, handsome, and give me the world at my feet.Decisions, decisions.

Bëannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393956101325472858.post-6109372518655753452009-10-09T12:47:00.002-04:002009-10-09T12:54:06.265-04:00

It's Friday afternoon and I need a drink of the alcoholic variety. I sit at my desk watching my phone's digital clock silently tease me. 12:48 Fri Oct 9, it reads. I have already hit my head on the desk today, nearly smashing my glasses. I have examined my phone four times in hopes that someone has texted me. I have already planned a trip to the liquor store to buy a 30-pack and two bottles of

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