Nicknames For All

I haven't posted on my blog for a while. Just not the time or maybe not the energy, who knows. But I've got a spare moment here at the Willey Ward, so I thought I'd endulge in the comfort of my li'l blog! HA!

Since this is my 'journal' basically, I guess I'll right about my work. Let's see.... I have to sit by Li'l Hitler at my work. This is not enjoyable. She is very annoying. I have to hear her yell in her native tongue all the damn time. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not prejudice or anything of that sort... she just bugs the living hell outta me. I would like her to get transferred ASAP. YESSIRREEBOB! HA!

There's a guy here with major geekage. It's so bad it grows OVER his collar. EWW! And he shaves it all the time... it just grows like a banshee. He needs to shave it DAILY! I feel bad for him though, his car got broken into and his entire system got stolen. Sucks to be Radar!

My friend Agnes keeps me sane here at the Willey Ward. If it weren't for her, there would be a very high possibility of Li'l Hitler losing limbs and other major body parts. Agnes got some Henna Tatoos on her hands this weekend at her cousin's wedding. It looks really cool. Very intricate shit that Henna stuff is!

I have nothing much more to say. OH WAIT! I have my new bra on today and DAMN is it comfortable!!!! Very nice recommendation Chipper10 (if you read this). This is by far my favorite bra ever! I mean, I don't have quite as much to contend with as you do = P but comfortable bras are damn hard to find sometimes! Mucho gracias mi amiga!!

Much Appreciation....

Things can get pretty hectic in life, huh Mr. Blog? I often wonder what it would be like to just watch life and have no participation; like watching a movie in a theater. It would be rather... intriguing I think. I suppose that's exactly why 'Reality TV' has become such a modern day phenomenom.

But at times, reality can be most stressful. Intense. I have such a hard time seeing the one's I care about struggle. With decisions. With emotions. With..... life. As imperialistic or Utopian as it may sound, I really do wish I could do or say the right things to make everything better for those I care about- to help them open their eyes to see things in a different light. But I've more often than not realized I can't. But that doesn't make my desire to 'cure' any less. At times my advice may seem weak or even prejudiced- but it really isn't. I just want to help. One thing that does lighten my heart, is when I see that others can help when I fail to do so. As long as someone is able to start the healing process, then I am most grateful and ecstatic. And it's kinda nice if they give the same advice I do- I suppose it makes me feel a little less like a ignorant fool. I'm happy that those I love and care about can grow and heal- no matter who is the one who can finally open their eyes. I guess I just wish the eyes would have been opened a lot sooner. So much pain could have and would have been avoided. But if they are open now, then I cannot thank the Big Man upstairs enough. Thank you. Oh my goodness, thank you. = )