weather.com is a mockery.

i compulsively check the weather forecast. and not exclusively for phenix city, alabama, where i reside. last night when i came home from work at 12:30, i made my internet rounds, which included weather.com. and that is when i saw this:



at initial discovery, i thought i was perhaps hallucinating, but it has not been adjusted since. so let's examine sunday, march 1.



snow showers? OH HALE NAW.

constant struggle.

i used to revel in my ability to say something terribly mean/accurate/sometimes funny about nearly anyone at any given moment. then i realized that this trait is a top qualifier for being a fucking bitch. when you put it that way ("fucking bitch"), it doesn't sound as remotely flattering as "bitingly witty" or whatever i thought myself to be. so, upon realizing that my negative comments were not conducive to anyone's well-being, i have been working hard to not be so critical of others. except for celebrities. celebrities always have and always will be fair game.

i have mellowed out a ton over the last two or so years. this might be because i keep to myself much more than i used to. unfortunately, being an asshole is like riding a bike and because i am now around people 24/7, it is becoming a lot harder to not talk shit. the asshole in me blames this on the sheer stupidity of other people, but i know that there will always be people with objectionable qualities among the general public, and my fuming about it will not make them go away. i know this. really, the ultimate obstacle in not being mean is the ability to not chime in when someone else opens the the flood gates for the sizing up of others, especially when the potential for unfavorable comments about the given topic are aplenty.

i know that this behind-the-back spouting of negativity is entirely futile, and it must come to an end. if you want to wear inappropriate clothing for your body type or lie compulsively or whatever, that is totally your prerogative, as bobby brown and britney spears would say. and it is not, contrary to intuitive reflex, my place to undermine anyone's choices or experiences. i don't even know why i think i am so qualified for this position in the first place.

but chris brown (who falls under the celebrity clause) i will probably never get over the fact that you sent rihanna to the emergency room. simply inexcusable, young man.

mia giving birth on stage.

and being fucking adorable while doing so.





p.s. kanye, your hair is ridiculous. not in a good way.

being an addict sucks.

i have previously discussed my addiction to pepsi one. people seem to find this to be a laughable exaggeration, but i promise you. i am an addict. from what i've gathered from a selection of television programs, once you're an alcoholic, you are always an alcoholic. and that is how i feel about my pepsi addiction.

i had been clean for about two months, but i started working at this stupid call center, where vending machines are taunting me at every corner, and i must consume caffeine to prevent me from falling asleep at the wheel on my drive home and suddenly i have relapsed. the vending machines at work don't even sell pepsi products. i have resumed my habit with stand-ins, typically dr. pepper, mostly because i thought i was strong enough to indulge in my habit in moderation, which now that i'm thinking about it, was pretty silly. self-discipline has never, ever, ever been a strong point for me.

i have not succumbed to my urges today or yesterday, but i have been thinking about how delicious a caffeinated, carbonated, artificially colored/flavored beverage would be about fifteen times every hour. i am not making progress.

my main motivation to stop drinking pepsi one 3 times a day was because i thought it would relieve my headaches, but i happen to still be getting those, so i really just don't know if the withdrawals are worth it.

in other news, i really hate school right now. and i think i am becoming more of an asshole again. i blame this on feeling constricted and unsatisfied with my current standing in life. i may appear unusually negative from here on out until further notice.

and in more other news, the ray charles biography ray was on tv today, which prompted me to search him on wikipedia. i am really too hung up on the fact that he had 12 children by 10 different women to care about anything else about him. can you imagine a female in the public eye who could remain respected if she had 12 children by 10 different fathers? (the answer is "no.") if ray charles had been a woman, he would have been chastised more than that single lady who just had the octuplets to add onto her six previous children. i do not understand gender-based standards. ladies are always getting the short end of the stick. that movie in general was pretty depressing for womankind. ray charles did not know how to treat his woman way over town who was good to him.

but he did have some bitchin' tunes and there is a sign i pass on i-85 that says, "we're glad georgia's on your mind!" that always makes me smile, so i guess it is unfair to be hostile toward the (dead) man.