...yes, this is dark, but just for today

No matter what, someone will hate you.
No matter what you do, someone will hate it.
No matter how hard you try, someone will hate harder.
The world can be an ugly place.
The world is full of people.
You are not an ugly person.
People make the world ugly.
People want you to be ugly, like them.
You are not an ugly person.
People want you to share their misery.
People feel they are the only ones that hurt.
People want to hurt to stop hurting.
You might be an easy target.
People hate that you can be happy.
People don't want to believe that you are strong.
You might be an easy target.
You are not an ugly person.
He or she are not ugly people.
Know it.
Grow it.
Show it.

Dunked in the icy Ohio...kinda

It's over.
It's so over and I couldn't be anymore upset. Christmas, you know, "the most wonderful time of the year..." is over.
And I witnessed it at the very second it happened.
Christmas night I was driving home in my cold, dark car from Jenny's house. I enjoyed myself, by the way. It was about ten till midnight when I set out. I was half way between Owensboro and Henderson looking up at the clear, night sky, reflecting about how well Christmas had gone mindlessly singing along to Elvis' Silver Bells when...BAM!
An immediate turnover to some shit like Disco Fever. Elvis didn't even get a chance to finish his song. Not only did they cut off Christmas, but they cut off the King! There were no commercials, no "Merry Christmas everyone," no transition.
It was a jolt.
I felt as if I had been dunked in icy water and just brought up for air. I frantically scanned the radio for more Christmas music, but nothing.
I shall not name the radio station. But let me say this: you are on my shit list; which is way worse than Santa's naughty list.
Why?
Why must we cut the season off like we do?
Who takes the tree down Christmas day or the day after?
Who can't wait for the holidays to be over?
Phase out.
Let the holidays go merrily like they arrived. Not like a bandaid, not like a bandaid!
Eh, what am I talking about? There's going to be year end sales and all sorts of events for the next month.
Still; let me let go, slowly.

Listen Up Fatties; it's about to get serious

Okay, chill. My title has nothing to do with making fun of people that are overweight. When I say fatties, I mean my fellow McDonalds indulgers.
I love the stuff. At times, I have been addicted to the stuff. At times, I've had to face personal demons to stop eating the stuff. So, stop freaking out and start paying attention to me blog.....fatties.
In case you haven't noticed, sneaky Mc-E-dees has pulled a fast one on the dollar menu. The blessed dollar menu that used to boast the double cheeseburger has now slimmed down to what McDonalds calls the McDouble.
What's the difference?
As far as I can tell; one slice of cheese and maybe the size of the bun, and I think it's not as heavy anymore. Keep in mind these tests have not been examined in a Mclabratory. So, my research is inconclusive. This information might be available on the website, but who the hell is going to do that?
What does this mean?
For one: less cheese equals less fat grams. Maybe a smaller bun and patty, again, less fat grams and carbs. Altogether, the McDouble is not half bad. We all need a lower caloric intake. I might even be able to tell you exactly how much of a difference it all is from the website, but I will leave it to you to do on your own. Besides, reading and writing my blog is way more important.
Impact.
This is it, people. This tiny detail. The devil is in the details. The details that we just so happen to look over everyday. What else have you not noticed lately? The price of gas going sky high and then dropping to a 6 year low...of course we catch that. But the Mcdouble?
No way.
Or maybe you catch yourself mumbling, "Mcdouble, McDouble," as you drive off wondering why saying it sounds so weird.
Those details, the ones that change the world or change nothing are there, you just have to notice them. What have you overlooked lately?

"Raindrops keep falling on my head..."

Ugh. Today. Could it get any worse?
Not only is it rainy, but it's cold rain. The type of rain that drips drops into the crevices between your clothing and skin.
Like Death has slid his bony fingers to caress your soul. He toys. He preys on the emotions you feel on a cold, rainy, gray day.
The inkling of a feeling like the death of loved one.
A little of me has died today.
Died, driving, staring at the tea-colored puddles rippling on the street.
What is it about these days that keeps even the best of Christmas carols from warming me up and making me sing?
Why must this day make rashes flair up and send children home from school?
Why must my sinuses be acting up today? Making the pressure build behind my eyes and the weight of my head feel like it has ballooned. All sounds are muffled and I'm just not sure if I'm awake yet...or still dreaming.
Will the alarm go off?
Will this end and a vibrant winter sun shine?
Coworkers are planning on staying inside on a day like this.
"I forgot to lock my car, can I click the clicker from the doorway..."
The doorway-the threshold...between here and there, light and dark, cold and warm.
I'm at the threshold today.
Waiting just long enough for the wind to change
and shake my dismay.

Calling all Wannabes

AKA's, alter egos, pseudonyms, pen names, and stage names: I've had it!
Okay, I haven't.
I' m just jealous because I want to have one. I want to have one and my friends and family not think I'm ridiculous for having one.
I was informed today by a coworker, an avid reader of People magazine, that Beyonce has an alter ego now. And her alter ego has released an album. By the way, in case you are wondering, the name is Sasha Fierce. I like it. It's sexy and edgy. Supposedly, this new, I mean other Beyonce is more hip hop. Great. I was just thinking the other day that Beyonce needed to bring it a little harder. I mean she's got a great voice singing about love and crap, but I want to hear her get dirty. And I'm sure this new phase of her career has nothing to do with her being married to H-to-the-O-V.
But seriously, what gives?
Have you noticed that only actors, writers, musicians, and other preforming types are the only ones that get away with this?
There's Prince>the symbol>artist formerly known as Prince>Prince, Garth Brooks>Chris Gaines, Sean Combs>Puff Daddy>Puff>P Diddy>Diddy>now what?, Mariah Carey>Mimi>Mariah, Marshall Mathers>Slim Shady>Eminem, and then who?
Why can't I, a common case manager, have an alter ego? You know, one that shows up to work on time, is completely efficient, and makes everyone laugh. Or maybe I'm aiming too low.
How about an alter ego that is a genius detective, who wears the coolest clothes, has all the women drooling over him, and always closes the case.
Nah.
That's just too Hollyweird for me.
I like me.
In fact, I'm probably cool enough to be someones alter ego. Yeah. I could definitely see someone saying I wanna be a hot, intelligent, humorous dandy, with a bad-ass girlfriend, and that rocks the hell out of a mediocre job while writing a blog when motivated.
Today, life is good.