on Thursday, March 7, 2013
Apparently March is "hate everyone on the planet month" because it seems like everyday I'm in a situation where I think... "man... I hate you and everyone like you." The previous post, was mainly aimed towards teenyboppers who don't know any better, finding their own self worth through shameless photo whoring and poor joke execution. Theres.. just... so many. Today however, I've found the new person to hate, and I've hated this type of person for a decently long time, but this guy just sealed the deal for me. I HAVE to blog about this. I HAVE to voice my opinion behind a computer screen so there's no WAY you can beat me up. This is totally a good idea.

Of course I have to put the obligatory disclaimer, how not EVERYONE I describe is like this. But most of you are. So basically I'm just rounding up. Math is fun.

The douche-mobile. Everyone has their own standard for this car. A generic one I can think of is a Hummer. Big, gas guzzling, and if you could picture the guy coming out of it he'd probably look like this:

"My car and I both take diesel"
The thing is, the past decade kind of put that stereotype out of style with the economy and gas crisis. Nowadays we have the teeny little H3, and the person coming out of it is probably a hot soccer mom (who is also tiny and cheating on her husband) and/or a butch lesbian (which I'm not really willing to Google image at work). This isn't what this article is about. (This is an article now?!) My version of the douche-mobile is none other than:

My air freshener is a can of Axe body spray.
That's right. The VW Golf GTi. Don't get me wrong, the one pictured above is probably the überDOUCHE (that's a German lesson since we're talking German cars here). Though the plain ones are just as a bad because they come standard with the person driving it...

You get two choices here. And they're both right.
Please read the above disclaimer before reading further. I'm stereotyping a lot about the drivers of this car, because here in Jersey this is the only person you see out there behind the wheel of this glorified station wagon (I believe the term is "hatchback"). I don't know what it is about you, driver of the GTi behind me, that you just need to prove yourself to me and everyone on the road that you're far superior than everyone else. The car you're driving could be swept away with a strong spring breeze. Did you have to tint your windows and brake lights midnight black? It doesn't matter if no one else can see you, I know exactly what you look like. Oh? You got those sweet rims that they offer when your parents bought you your car? Let me see them!

It can hold FIVE of your tampons!
What's that? You decided to actually step up and buy something yourself? Did you get some original looking rims for your sweet ride, the VW Golf Gti?! Let me see them! WAIT! Let me guess - they're black with the red trim, right?

"Nah bro, its ONYX... you know.. with an X?"
As I've said, it's not hard to pick you out of the crowd. What you're driving is a nice car, I will give you that. I almost bought a GTi myself. The attitude that comes with it is really just giving this car a bad name for me. For example: I'm driving down a 2-lane street, 25 mph speed limit and I push it to about 35 because ain't nobody got time for dat. GTi is behind me, you can kind of tell that he wants to go faster because you're a douche. We come across a stoplight and I stay to the left, for those who want to turn right on red. Chad (that's your name DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME) comes up from behind me and now we're at the light together. I instantly know what he's going to do. He's going to speed up ahead of me because I was going 10 over the speed limit, and that's just way too slow. Light turns green, and he and that incessant "roar" of his GTi speed off past me. Here's the thing though - I'm fine if you do that on a route or highway with stoplights. I get people have places to go. However, if we're on a 25 speed limit the road ahead of us merges into 1 lane, approaching a hospital and a school zone - please don't attempt to start a drag race. The worst part is there was a car not too far ahead and I had the pleasure of watching the GTi now in FRONT of me, be a douche to the person now in front of him. That's second-hand douchebaggery. That's cancerous. I know, there are literally scientific studies on the subject.

"This test tube has house music coming out of it."
The point is, there was no need to over take me. You look like a pretentious ass. You spent 5 seconds proving to me that your car accelerated faster than mine, only to be in the same position just one car ahead. I hope you get to your destination a second earlier than originally planned. Congratulations. Turn down your indie rap music so you can hear the officer talk when he pulls your ass over.

What's your douche-mobile?

ta ta kids
on Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Instagram is a nice little MOBILE social networking site, perfectly designed to get you out of any awkward situation, or a lonely 5 minutes to check your phone so you actually seem busy with things and people you don''t care about. Waiting for friends? INSTAGRAM. Conversation taking too long? INSTAGRAM. Poop? INSTAGRAM. Either way, it's become one of  the normal phone checks in my life, as I've pretty much given up social media in general - but I'm still considering twitter. Only to have something more to check on my phone because I'm so incredibly lonely.

As of recent, Instagram has integrated a teeny bit to your computer, where you can just check profiles and your feed, not so much explore pictures. It's neat I suppose, and as a shameless self plug, you can go ahead and follow my Instagram @blueft00by. Go on, I'll wait here.

Instagram
It should come to no surprise that there are really stupid people on this site. I'm not talking about people who  just post pictures, but the people who like them and of course, the comments. It's actually not as bad, but there are always little gems that manage to lose more of my faith in humanity. Don't get me wrong, I "like" a lot of pictures. But at least they're actually good pictures. So let's get right down to it. And before you say "if you hate them so much, don't look at it." I wish I could but this cancer is everywhere.

IRL COMICS
There are some people who do this right. Executed in a proper way, without having a a secondary goal in mind. There are also MANY MANY people that do this wrong. As soon as I find some examples, I'll be happy to show you. They're usually on the popular page after school hours for no reason other than a bunch of 10±5 year old babies who don't know any better because they aren't old enough to access their parents computer because 'yay mommy and daddy finally got my an iPhone for my 8th birthday!.' Spoiled brats.

About 90% of these comics are just rehashed versions of popular "jokes" you might have stumbled upon if you've spent more than an hour online before. About 5% are "you're beautiful" type comics and if there's any percent left, it's actual original funny content.

You are a moron.
This joke is ONLY funny when spoken or read. There is no NEED for pictures like this. All you're doing is taking stupid ass pictures of yourself counting, without even having the DECENCY to put pictures of the actual particles in question. You cunt. The worst part is, people eat this shit up like its the first time they ever heard the joke. If it is, then fine, have your life. But I'll be damned if you aren't in high school by now and haven't heard this joke. There are even pictures of the just the joke itself... just in text. Pathetic.

Thanks, faggots.
There are so many variations of this photo on Instagram and all I can picture is how long these pre-evolved versions of the modern douchebag took to take the "best picture" of themselves. These pictures accomplish two things: they fish for compliments from swooning middle school girls, and they annoy the piss out of me.

FEAUX CELEBRITIES
I know twitter has this thing where celebrities are "verified." This is actually a pretty cool feature because there's a sense of wonder about someone we admire kind of living the same way we do. I don't believe that Instagram has this kind of feature, and you know it because there are hundreds of fake celebrity pages out there. Let's take Selena Gomez as an example. Without even looking at my phone I can bet there are accounts that are named: gomezs, selenagomez, theselenagomez, selenag(insert birth year here), selena(insert middle name or middle initial here to make it more believable)gomez, plus many more. What's annoying is that each one of those user names has a handful of people drooling at the fact that they have some connection to their celebrity in question. Granted, one of them might be real, but some accounts have gotten so good at google imaging, even I can't tell them apart. I'm talking to all of you 35 fake members of One Direction.

Where does that leave the hated picture part? If any celebrity had an Instagram account, it would NOT consist of 100 pictures of them in 3rd person. These pictures are sometimes BLATANTLY obvious in that they were probably searched by a 10±5 year old kid learning how to use Google images for the first time (see above). Nor would they ask you to follow anyone else, because let's be honest - they don't care. Also they probably wouldn't have the time of day to post, so 100 pictures wouldn't even be possible unless the account was run by a PR rep. So no, I don't want to see a magazine feed of my favorite celebrity. That's what the rest of the Internet is for. That kind of leads me to my next set...

CELEBRITY FAN ACCOUNTS
See above. What's worse is that there are multiple for every celebrity, and they all more or less have the same set of pictures. Complete waste of space. I think what's more stupid than these accounts are the peopl- sorry kids - who still believe (and actually ask on the comments) that these are the actual celebrities themselves.

PRETTY LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS
This is really just an age thing. And for legal purposes, I'm not going to try and find examples on Google. It's just a generational thing, you shouldn't be 10 years old holding around an iPhone taking half naked pictures of yourself. Go play outside or something.

DOUBLE TAPPERS
This is probably my most hated thing on Instagram. It's freaking everywhere. It's only aim is to get those "likes" in hopes to get to that ever so coveted popular page for your 15 minutes of fame. I wrote a whole entry on likes and followers, view and subscriptions, sometime last year. Read it here. Let's just go ahead with some examples.

So Stupid

...
These among with many other gems, that are just kind of beat around the bush polls are really whats bringing Instagram down. No one cares if you're still awake, hungry, or over 10 years old. There needs to be some kind of original content filter or something because I'm sick of actually trying to find something interesting on Instagram only to find all this cancer.

I'm not overly sure I've hit all the marks yet. I'll probably make a part 2 soon. SOON.

ta ta kids.
on Thursday, February 14, 2013
Just a little quicky for me because it's been on my mind for a bit. We're always hearing on television and even from other people - some you may or may not know - about how someone should chase their dreams and to never give up on their dreams blah blah blah. They also like to point out that there's always time chase your dream, or to go back to school and do what you want to do. I'm all about motivation and sure if you're "young" go for it, but let's take a step back and really focus on the reality here.

Frank Fullerton, Class 2013, BS/MS/MBA Thermonuclearbipartisansponandfork  Electrochemistry, PhD
There is most certainly going to be a time where "chasing your dreams" will probably have to stop. I don't know when that is. It's different for everyone. But it exists. I personally think that if you have a BS in something, or you're approaching your 2nd to last year in college/university your life is pretty much wet cement waiting to dry. As in, yes there is still time to get your shit together, but it's going to have to deal with something you're studying right now or else no one is going to be around to support you. It's tough love, I know, but I believe that some of these statements hold true. I'll take myself as an example.

I've been more comfortable putting my life out there on the interwebs mainly because I've come to a conclusion that I make videos/write blogs solely for my purposes. I'm not looking to gain any publicity or money from any of my content (unless of course I go viral for some strange reason). That being said, you should know that I graduated May 2011 with a B.S. in Chemistry, Math minor.

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Can I get an aside here? Just look up the top 10 hardest degrees in college. Go ahead. Impressive right?
This is me. Tooting my own horn. Also, iStock Photo.
... have I used this photo before?
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Currently, I'm in school studying for my MS in Chemistry, while maintaining a full time job at BASF, The Chemical Company. (SPONSOR!) Was this what my dream was? HELL no. Is it interesting to me? Enough to keep me going. Now here's the kicker: am I happy? Not as much as I could be. People are always telling you to do what you love or else work will be a miserable thing. The thing is, I was under a lot of pressure from my parents, my peers, society, and the economy to put my head on straight. Parents want doctor or pharmacist, friends want some crazy ass degree I've never heard of, society encourages money, etc. What did I want to do? I wanted to be a game designer/tester and work for Nintendo. That's my dream. I wouldn't give an indication on whether or not it was my dream or if it still is my dream. I've accepted the fact that it doesn't matter. Why didn't I choose to go that route right after high school? Weren't you paying attention? I was too busy being bugged about being something I didn't want to do. I ended up taking weird engineering classes, home ec (cuz chef, amirite?), and other things. I STILL get emails for engineering programs, I'm not interested anymore dammit! Is this my fault? Yes and no for giving into the pressures around me. When I got into college undeclared, I took a slight interest in Pharmacy, though I had to start off with a science major first. I knew I hated biology, so I chose chemistry instead. The rest is history.

Now peep this. At the time of writing this, I'm 23. People older than me will think that's pretty young. People younger than me will think that's pretty old. Is it old enough to give up on my dream? Age wise, I don't really believe so, but I've reached the point in my life where buckling down and getting ready to get my shit together is a priority. My (blessed and super awesome) parents put me through school and I don't want them to wait any longer to let them know I'm able to take care of myself. That's the thing. My parents were ready to settle down, and they had me when they were 28ish, I think. That's 5 years from now for me. If I wanted to start up again and apply to college, spend another 4 years for a degree in art or something, then another amount of years to finally get what I want. Ain't nobody got time - or the money - fo dat.

This animosity might come from experience. As previously stated, my parents paid for college. They also paid for my older sister, who is still in school because she made the noble, and respectable decision to switch majors and do what she wants to do. The problem with that is that she chose to do so 1 year before graduating with a BS in psychology. Why not just finish? Then take your OWN money and chase your dream yourself. Our parents work hard enough to provide. No need to shave off more of their years because you decided 3 years into college that it wasn't for you. (end of mini rant) 

I know that times have changed. People are poor. If you're going to decide to chase your dreams, do it on your own expense and time. If you're blessed with a debt free tuition, then you better stick with what you get and make the best of it. That's what I did. There is a time where chasing your dreams is no longer an option. That's why they call it a dream. I hate to be Debbie Downer but it's true.

I've realized that this entry may have taken a life of it's own. Not even sure if I got my original point across.

I can't do anything right. Waahh wahh wahh wahhhhhhhhhh
ta ta kids
on Wednesday, January 23, 2013
O'Oh say CAN'T SHE SING. These are just two of the handful of other news headlines that I've already forgotten becasue some diva and 1/2 of a power couple (and may or may not be part of the illuminati) decided that she would take it easy on the presidential inauguration. So if you've been living under a rock and or have been dead the last week, you should probably consider adopting a new lifestyle - becasue hun it just ain't working for you.
The other guy I know who lives under a rock... not doing so well.
Also fun fact, Patrick Seastars address is 120 Conch Street. I know. Tell your friends. Get laid. Not in that order. So let's continue with the story...

My favorite niggarette flavored gum Beyonce (excuse me while I exclue that dumbshit accent - ain't nobody got time for dat) decided that she would go ahead and sing over a recorded track of our national anthem during Obama's second inauguration, January 21,2012 - Martin Lunther King Jr Day (totally the black illuminati). Apparently a lot of people aren't too happy with the decision and are pretty much chastizing her for doing the dirty deed. Now I'm not a journalist. I'm not going to go research and find some quote from the New York Times, USA Today, Playboy, or some other respected news media so just go with me when I tell you that people aren't happy. Also it should be mentioned that Kelly Clarkson or first American Idol victor did a rendition of American the Beautiful WITHOUT lip-synching it. She killed it. It was awesome, she's not getting any crap from any of this... just a whole lot of well deserved praise.
Keep flyin high girl. Mile high. Club. Mile high club. Please have sex with me.
So here's the skinny (which often at times is NOT Kelly Clarkson)... it's a cold day in Washington DC. I'm a multiplatinum CD selling, baby making, all star diva and I know I've been invited and asked to perform our nations anthem for our equally tan President on his inauguration day. I haven't had much time to practice with the band, I know my voice is gonna go outside in the cold, and let's just face it I don't have time for it. So, I do the next logical thing (and this is the detail everyone seems to be skipping) - I'm going to record MYSELF singing the national anthem and sing over it, just so I can eliminate the possibility of any error. Good job, me. Let's make another billion for the baby. Blue Ivy? Is that her name? Screw it, I'm rich.

Good story. I like the part where everyone makes her out to be some lazy, anti-american, she devil becasue she didn't have the gaul like Kelly Clarkson to potentially ruin our nations anthem on live television in front of millions of people. Woo. That Beyonce is a jerk. What? She isn't? Becasue it seems to me that she did the right thing, and she freaking sang the song herself anyway in a more controlled, not voice tearing environment. I don't see what the problem is. I think it was just a slow news day and since no one died from a shooting, people are gonna take the attention to anyone they want. We as Americans - no as people - have this undying desire to pin point every flaw on anyone we revere. So that we can prove to everyone else (but really just ourselves) that they are just as human as we are and sometimes we do what's best for ourselves. At least with this example she might have actually thought about us and decided to give us great quality singing by sacrificing a star studded performance. This wasn't a concert people - this was an inauguration - did you think she would be pacing left and right on stage? She wasn't here to entertain us, she was here to welcome Obama for whatever shit he does and to honor our fine (but broken and corrupt) nation with a played out anthem so we - as "proud Americans" - can feel better about ourselves as we carry out the American dream.

Think about what would happen if she actually sang it live and missed a couple notes or her voice craked? Imagine the slander there. She was in a lose-lose situation from te get go. The media is hungry for that kind of crap. They'll twist the story anyway they want to and they'll spoon feed it to our mouths and we will accept is as fact. I believe either way she probably did the right thing. Hands down.

And anyone who cares about the shenanigans that Beyonce pulled are probably in line waiting to get their genitals nipped by Washingon's wooden teeth. Wake the hell up, America, you're not that great.

His bark was worse than his bite.
ZING!
on Friday, December 14, 2012
Easily the best representation of Hurricane Sandy
I absolutely despise how it's been so long since this topic had to be talked about. I've had some major things to do at work and for now it seems like a good time to lay it all out, shoot the breeze. A strong breeze. Like 120 mph breeze. BOOM! Hurricane Sandy. Sweet transition, I deserve a prize. But for now all I get is more time to type, so let's get going.

My experience with Sandy was a little worse than everyone else around here, but certainly not the worst. I believe there are still people who are suffering the effects, and to them I wish them god speed and also a speedier recovery. So the Sunday before Sandy, I didn't even know there was a Hurricane coming. If it was anything like Irene (that two-timing bitch), I had already put little to no concern on the aftermath. I know that Irene beat up a lot of people, but for me I wasn't affected so much so I guess Sandy took the time to adjust karma levels. I was actually working the very last shift I would ever have at CVS. Your basic 9-5, and I stayed an extra hour because of all the hurricane hustle and bustle, and also the new Pharmacist was still getting used to the flow of the store. 6 o'clock came running along and you could see the skies getting dark and the wind picking up. I had realized there was in fact a hurricane coming. Still scoffed at how weak it was though (this might have been my demise). Driving down the parkway, it was darker than usual at the time of day so I picked up speed, got home, and snuggled up nicely in my bed. Since Irene gave a double dose of paranoia to the east coast, classes and work had already been cancelled. I slept soundly that night knowing I could sleep in, and only woke up a couple times to the sound of strong (but not that strong) wind.

Monday morning came and power still here. I took a look outside my bedroom window and everything seemed to be ok. Lots of leaves on the ground, the weak lawn ornaments were knocked down. Still had power. It was great. By then I was also under the impression that Sandy would roll on through Sunday and Monday. Didn't know it would kind of peak into Tuesday as well. With that in mind I made some preparations to potentially be off another day and just RELAXED my butt off. I was in the middle of playing Kirby with my sister when it happened. The flicker, the dimming lights. BOOM. It had begun. My life in darkness.
Pictured: DARKNESS
It was about 1 PM when the lights went. I still had the rest of the natural sunlight before nightfall. The family gathered the flashlights and candles, I readied the blankets. Power saving options were made for phones, iPads, and hand held video games. It was like planning for war. I recall having a big lunch so I could get through dinner. By the time night came, the real tests of courage and wit were initiated. The first night was ok, just your regular average every day night without power. A good nights rest and the power would be back on the next day...

Except it wasn't. Day two was still ok, a haircut earlier in the month didn't allow my hair to get too oily too quickly. There wasn't much movement, so no sweating occurred. Just stayed in bed all day playing our handhelds, dozing off every once in awhile. Getting up to eat was something to get used to, even on day two. Leftovers were eaten cold, and food as prepared with the intent of being served cold. This is where the family started to worry about our situation. I was still under the influence of "we'll get the power back soon," but my family had already started seeing what could and could not be eaten within the next couple days. Without power, no fridge. No fridge, less food - spoiled food. Lucky for us we have a gas stove, so we fried up as much of the meat we could. That was all the cooking that was done for today. We couldn't cook after nightfall.

When the time came, everyone gathered around and lit candles. I decided to start a new file of Ocarina of Time. Being in bed all day meant hours of playing through the night. Actually I believe I just got the first three stones before the whole "staring at light in the dark makes you tired" kind of thing. Day 3 was more or less the same thing. Bed all day, cold food, no shower, playing video games. Luckily for my parents they still had to work so they could escape the prison that was now my own home. What's worse is that phones started to die, and handhelds were soon starting to go also. It was later on that day that I probably realized that we were in this for the long run.

Day four was a relief. After days of no showering, we had come into contact with some family who had no power, but hot water. So sis and I (mom had been showering at work, and dad was too busy working) made it our business to get on over there and take advantage of the situation. Driving there was like driving through a different world. Trees and lines fallen, leaves EVERYWHERE, and really no one in sight. It was like Ichabod Crane and the Great Pumpkin from Charlie Brown had a mud wrestling match while the cast of Angry Beavers filmed using equipment made of wood. Also Whispy Woods was the referee.

 After a well deserved shower by the candle light, we stuck around enjoying the company of other family as the day went away. We indulged in some ramen, card games, and good times. It really leaked the stress out, and made they day go by way faster. By nightfall sis and I were on our way back, to misery... and darkness. By this time we were kind of living on day to day updates about university closings and work closings... day five was kind of the "ok we're probably going to be out the rest of the week type update." That morning we had needed another shower. We certainly weren't going to drive the distance we had yesterday, but we found that our other cousin who lives much closer also had hot water, but no power. So we took it upon ourselves to go there, spend some more time with family. This was a shower by flashlight, which was a good change of pace, and afterwards we got to talking about gas prices.

Apparently, it had gotten to the point where people were so gas hungry, that they had to split getting gas by the license plate you had. Even #'d plates (last number) could only get gas on even numbered days. Same goes for odd. Zero is an even number (don't even know why that was even an issue) and custom plates were considered odd.
Guess that goes without saying.
Luckily for me, I filled up on the Sunday before Sandy, so I was good. My cousin would make the trip down to Pennsylvania with his girlfriend just to avoid the fuss and the wait. Which is a good idea considering everyone around here would probably sell their own child just to get further up in the gas line. So many reports where people would get into fights about gas. This is all just from not having it for a couple of days. I understand gas is necessary for work and getting where you need to be. Imagine if we had gone without food and water. This place would be a mess. Instead of trying to be civilized and ration anything we have out, we have to fight for it like a pack of wild dogs. I digress...

We had saw that a couple of electricians were working on the power line across the street from where my cousin lived. That's always a good sign. I took the liberty to finish up my game of OoT (in record time). After the shower and the welcoming we had gone back to the house where we started throwing away even more stuff. Did the usual night in and when we awoke, we got the call that our cousin got his power back. Celebrations were had. I believe by then it was Friday/Saturday so I spent that night drinking a bit and taking in all my charged electronics and heated rooms and just all around luxury.

I fell asleep after a viewing of The Avengers, and had a warm sofa to sleep into. It was amazing. By then I had learned that work and school were going to be a thing following that Monday. The extra commute didn't bother me so much, at least we had electricity. Things went on as normal, but it soon became bittersweet. When the rest of my family started staying at my cousins, it became a little too crowded and a little too loud. During bedtime especially. BECAUSE OF ALL THE GODDAMN SNORING. Ok yes I am guilty of snoring from time to time, but this was a whole new level of snoring. It was like hearing a Snorlax orgy with Thomas the Tank Engine anally raping Optimus Prime. Barely got any rest that week. I had an arsenal of throw pillows at my side to chuck at the offender if it got too loud.

"Joo betta knock dat shit off  Jamal or u aint gettin dark chocolate tonight."
Our family had waited a total of 10 days to get the power back to our house. By then some of our fish died, our banana trees wilted, all our food gone. Trees were fallen, sidings were blown away. It was worse because there was another storm, a snow storm that hit during the process. Delayed the power even longer. By the time were out of it, there was just a lot to take in, and little time to do so. Eventually everything went back to normal. Some people to this day are still recovering (and this post took me weeks to type up). I wanted to write this out not only to remember the experience but to offer my opinion about something.

You always see commercials for disaster relief donations, and I bet you always think twice about making a donation, and whether you do or don't you'll get a different perspective out of it when you are part of the disaster. I get that my experience wasn't the worst of it by far, but it really gives you a new way to look at situations like this. I have to admit though, as I was listening to the radio I was starting to get annoyed. The station had made it known to everyone that they were going to help with cleanup and things. Donations obviously greatly appreciated. They had asked people to call in and see what they needed - blankets, trash bags, etc. That's all well and dandy and I'm sure they were happy to help. I was ok with everything until one lady called in. Instead of sounding like she was asking for it, it almost seemed like she was demanding it.

"We need blankets, we need bags, we need diapers, we need food - but nothing in cans cuz we ain't got nothing to open it with..." blah blah and more of that. I'm like bitch, you are gonna take what you get and you'll appreciate it. I get that you need help, just be humble about it. You're lucky to even have someone listening, cuz I would drive by your area, look at it, comment about how bad it is, and just move right along.

That'll buff riiiiight out...
We needed to change the windows anyway.. and the door... and the roof.
And well - ... you know this one's your problem.
I'm just saying to appreciate what you have left, and be thankful for what help you're receiving. This hurricane really put that into perspective for me. It was a long strange journey... but it was definitely an experience. It'll show what things you hold as a priority. It'll show how much other people care about you. It'll show life and society for what it really is on the inside - good and bad. Live for the moment, cuz you don't know what's coming your way.

Whatta bitch
ta ta kids