Mysteries Of The Universe....Part 1

You mean there's more? YEP!!!


Andrew Bird - Oh No
In the salsify mains
of what was thoughtful and sad
all the calcified arhythmatists
were doing the math.

And it would take a calculated
blow to the head to
blind the eyes of all the harmless
sociopaths. Oh

Arm in Arm we are the harmless
sociopaths. Oh
arm in arm with all the harmless
sociopaths

Calcium mines you buried
deep in your chest. Oh the
calcium mines you buried
deep in your chest.

Love this guy!! Check him out here my space

Sunday WORD OF THE DAY:
You knew it was coming!! So, here it is!

Lurker :
One who reads a blog without ever commenting on the posts.
Dude, how come you never comment about anything I write on my site? You're such a lurker.

Lurker :
A person who is just "there." Nobody really knows why, other than they show up and don't say a word. Possible reasons for this could be:
-They don't know what to say
-They are pretending to have friends
-They are trying to scare you
-They are there just to be seen with you, as if they have some kind of relationship with you.
Person 1: Who's that?
Person 2: The lurkers. They show up everyday, just ignore them!
stalker creeper creepy loner annoying

And from Websters:
1) To lie in wait in a place of concealment especially for an evil purpose
2 To be concealed but capable of being discovered ; to lie hidden
3: to read messages on an Internet discussion forum (as a newsgroup or chat room) without contributing

When I started this blog 1 year ago, I certainly knew the lurkers would come. I just didn't think they would stay. My ADD style of writing can be tiresome to people who don't get me! People who do not agree with my world views. And that is totally and completely fucking cool with me. It's not wrong on any level.

In fact, I welcome the lurkers. I feel rather gleeful about it all. Instead of the lurkers getting bored or tired with me and my writing, they keep on coming. Fucking win!! Take me at my best!

Lurking has become all the rage. Have you heard? If your paparazzi you lurk and get paid for it!!! The sun. It lurks in the sky just....before it rises. It teases you. You stand there camera in hand, waiting. And the moment you scratch your ass, the lurking sun rises. You lose your shot.

You can get lurkers neck! Reading a blog, being on facebook for any length of time and your neck starts hurting really bad. Sharp pain and tingling is the norm here.

How about the lurk jerk?? Ever hear of this type of person? They are out thereI promise!!!
Someone who lurks people's myspaces, then wanks to their pics.










Here's the thing. Even with my fancy schmancy reading glasses, I can see. A lot! Perhaps, too much. I wonder if I should simply stop looking. Stop caring.

The one and only thing I care about here on my blog is taking care of my homies. My peeps. My readers. My friends. Everybody else, yeah you know who you are.....make yourself at home. The shit has hit the fan and i am staying the fuck away from that brown stuff. It means nothing.

Most of you know, I made this blog private for like 3 days. I worked my fucking butt off to make sure I invited all the people I actually do care about. Then I was all like, dude stop this shit. Go public. Just do it. So, I did. Go public again!!

Let's just say, I got an incredibly amazingly good laugh out of what happened next. That saying, make it public and they will come. Is that even a real saying??? Well, they came and I laughed my head off. So fucking predictable. No ESP needed. So, predictable that I started tracking. Again, I laughed my head off. Even more predictable.

So, thank you my lurkers for making me laugh my head off. Don't worry I put it right back on where it belongs. Enjoy my ADD ramblings.

So, toe related stuff. The fucking thing is broken in a ridiculously bad spot. I have become the ultimate couch potato. Let me paint you a picture:
I sit on the sofa in the corner with a fluffy pillow, my pink blankey and my Mac Book. Cell phone nearby of course. Water and snacks readily available. It's quite a scene. I am dressed in sushi PJ's. No socks. I glance down at the Toe. The wrapping is starting to get slightly lose and is moving upward. I no longer can see any of my toes. It's covered by the moving tape that is covering my upper foot. It looks as though i do not have toes at all. When i do arise from the sofa there is a very big indentation where my ass was for the past 8 hours. It really is kinda nice because when i do settle my ass back down, it fits in perfectly. I don't have to wiggle or anything. It's heaven.

I miss running though. Like crazy. There are so many races and things happening and i am not a part of it. YET!!!

Here are my plans. This coming Thursday the wrapping will be taken off and an X-ray will be taken. If there is evidence of the bone knitting back together, this is a good thing. Then i need to wait. Just wait a bit longer. Because if i run on it, and its not healed right, it could just break again.

Races:
Al Gordon Snowflake 5K February 21 - Easy peasy!
More Half Maraton April 26 - This one is a ?????.
NYRR Half-Marathon Grand Prix Presented by Continental Airlines: Brooklyn Prospect Park - May 30 - I'll be running this one!!!
The 32nd Great Cow Harbor 10K Run will be held on Saturday, September 26, 2009. This event is being organized as the biggest Cow Harbor Race yet. Join the over 5,000 participants, who will run through the village streets of Northport, New York.
No doubt about it, I will be running this one too!!!!

Tonight is a blogger meet up in NYC! I was invited but had to bow out because of my toe. I really wanted to make this meet up. I am so disappointed. I know it is going to be an amazing time with a lot of laughter and chatting and drinking and eating. FUCK!!

PHOTOS PEOPLE PLEASE!!!!!
Tonight is a good SNL!! Jason Mraz and Steve Martin. I may even stay up late to watch it. Good times folks.

Last but totally not least, there is a plagiarism week going on on a blog i just discovered. I may or may not do some plagiarizing next week. Yeah, so???? What??? Is plagiarism a bad thing???? What the fuck is plagiarism anyway??

Also, i hope you don't think this is blogger cheating. You know, posting a Sunday word of the day on Saturday evening. It is what it is. Go with it. For this week anyway!!!

What the Universe told me on Friday:
She is off on the weekends. The Universe I mean!
However long it takes, however difficult it seems, or however lonely you may become, Michelle, remember, you live in a dream world where everything can change in an instant.
Especially when you've been visualizing.

Love, love,
The Universe

PEOPLE, PLACES & THINGS - FACEBOOKING.......

Silverchair - Straight line

Breathing from a hole in my lung
I had no one
But faces in front of me
Racing through the void in my head
To find traces of a good luck academy

The most lovely Fhina told me to do this:
The rules are:
Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures
Pick the 4th picture in that folder
Explain the picture
Tag 4 people to do the same



But, i told her i am not a follower of rules and besides i have no idea how to get to my 4th folder to the 4th picture so i will randomly pick. Also, i am tagging every single one of you!!! It's easy. Just remember 4-4-explain-tag.

















Me and my girl. Well, not my girl but my friends girl. Jessica!! 8 years old. Going on 65!!! An old soul in a young body. While i am a young soul in an old body. She always makes me laugh. I make her giggle. When i say the word snot or nostril she gives me a dirty look. She likes the word boobs. Of course, she likes the Jonas Brothers. But, so do I!!! (please ignore the sweat stain in the photo, it was summer time dude)















I'd suck if i didn't include her 10 year old bro Zach, who loves video games and is the kindest kid i know! He's single if anybody has a daughter they want to marry off!!!















My sister, Susan staring at bread. In a bread factory. Notice the man with a hairnet in the background. I laughed at him. Around the bend, i found my mom sampling the bread. I mean i saw her stuffing a whole role into her mouth while nervously glancing around wondering if anybody saw her. Yes, mom I did! I guess she is of the old school of try it before you buy it.

















Right after a 10 mile run and right before i broke the big appendage on my right foot!!

So, you see how i cleverly incorporated 4 into this photo tag. I randomly picked 4 photos. Well, perhaps not so randomly.

Anybody,facebook? I do and i was pleasantly surprised today. I randomly (there goes that word again) looked up an ex-boyfriend of mine. Then i randomly decided to extend a friend invitation to him. I saw that he is married with a kid so whats the harm right? So, not only did he accept my invite, but he also started a chat with me. On facebook. I didn't even know you could do this. On facebook. Apparently you can.

So, we chatted. He looks and acts the same as he did when i dated him. A gagillion years ago. Except, and in his words, said "i have less hair". What is it with men and hair?? Why can't they accept a compliment without mentioning their lack of hair. I find this fascinating. Do they think woman don't notice that they are half bald and they have to make sure we indeed do notice? Is it a nervous tick sort of thing that can't be helped. Is it programmed into their DNA to announce their hair status to the world? Of woman? They friend on facebook? Who they used to date a gagillion years ago??

So the chat was nice. He said he saw me at the movies a mabillion years ago when he first started dating his now wife. I said "oh did you say hello?" He said no, i just stared. He's a funny guy that ex of mine!!

Besides him, i have rekindled friendships with people i don't remember being friends with to begin with. So that perplexes me a bit. It's fun, this facebook.

Do you facebook? And if so, can you tell me some good stories?? Hooking up stories? Funny stories??

Here is what the universe told me today:
You can rest assured, Michelle, that those who have hurt you had absolutely no idea of what they were doing and what was really going on.
It never occurred to them that you'd become even more magnificent. That they'd be invoking your sympathy, adding to your compassion, and increasing your "sparkles." And it will still be eons before they can grasp that you actually welcomed them into your life and played their little games for some of these very reasons.

Cute.

Love you with all of my heart,
The Universe



I fucking love that Universe!!

THANK YOU!!!!

If you want to friend me on facebook, leave me a comment and i will email you with the info!!! Because i'm nice that way!! Because, i could always use more friends. With hair!!!!

OUCH!!! Can You Really Break Your Penis?? I Mean Toe???

So, today i thought i would regale you with my medical knowledge. Thank you goggle for learning me some good stuff. Up there what you are looking at is a X-ray of raw cools right foot. Well, the top part of raw cools foot anyway. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to add an arrow to direct your eyes where i want them. So, instead i had the brilliant idea of pointing a pen at said fracture. See how my mind works?? If you can't use your finger, use a pen!!! And i don't mean that in a dirty way at all so stop thinking that please!!!!

Far right, the lower part of the middle section. Can you see it? Do you see it??? The pen?? The fracture? The pen is pointed and now you must veer your eyes to the very right side where there is a teeny tiny little crack!!! Yeah, zoom in if you must! It's there in all it's glory!

The reason its a fairly bad crack/break/fracture is because its right above the joint! And the reason that is bad is because if the toe moves too much something bad happens to the joint. Are you digging my doctor talk? Professional right?

Ok, i am on a roll here. Let's talk penises. Or penis! Anybody catch last weeks episode of Grey's Anatomy?? You know, the scene where McSteamy (Sloan)....well this guy:













The scene where he is going at it with the Lexie!! Suddenly, he screams out in agonizing pain. Not a good agonizing pain but the pain of a man with a broken penis. So, for all my male readers i give you this:
For FREE!!! From Scientific American:

Given that there are no bones in the penis, can it really break? It turns out there is an unfortunate injury termed "penile fracture" that can indeed occur during sexual intercourse.

What exactly is broken penis syndrome?
It's what we call penile fracture. It is a severe form of bending injury to the erect penis that occurs when a membrane called the tunica albuginea tears. The tunica albuginea surrounds the corpora cavernosa, specialized spongy tissue in the core of the penis that fills up with blood during an erection. When the tunica albuginea tears, the blood that is normally confined to this space leaks out into other tissues. You get bruising and swelling.

What are the signs of penile fracture?
Usually there will be a popping sound. If someone has severe pain (in the penis), especially associated with bruising, swelling and loss of erection, he should seek emergency care.

How exactly does penile fracture happen?
Any situation during intercourse when there is thrusting and when the penis, instead of penetrating its normal location, is hitting some solid structure (such as the perineum). Usually this occurs during regular vaginal sex with the woman on top, but it can happen in the missionary position or during sexual acrobatics. We had this patient who suffered penile fracture after running across the room and trying to penetrate his wife with a flying leap.

And i think i will leave it at that!!!!

I have a pet peeve!!! My pet peeve is the use of the term pet peeve!!! A "peeve" is something that annoys or irritates you, and since irritation is a highly individual emotion, one's "peeve" may vary from person to person. But what if you are peeved at the word peeve??? Then what??

Sleep tight!! HUH? Does this mean I should take my favorite blankey and wrap up so tightly that i will then be lulled to sleep? of course not!! Just means to sleep soundly. Now i am all about getting a good night's sleep, but sleeping tightly just doesn't cut it for me!!!

To get one's goat!!! OK so i am angry!! Why should i say you've got my goat!!! Look that one up!!!

La-Di-Da and Shilly-shally and lardy-dardy!

I am going to go out on a limb here and guess what you are all thinking right now!!!

No rhyme or reason to this post. Yada yada, i concur!!!

COOL If your into photography and perhaps you were at the Inauguration last week?? Then click the cool and be amazed!!!

Here is the message from the universe that i received today!!! Pretty fucking cool huh???


Did you know, Michelle, that whenever you feel love, you literally begin to glow? You probably did.
But did you know that the glowing is actually made up of zillions of minute sparkles? And that these sparkles receive as much energy as they create? And that because of this energy exchange you completely stop aging and look younger? Abundance is immediately drawn to you? Healing powers fill you? Muscles are strengthened, pounds are shed, and your vision improves? Lingering questions are answered? New friends are summoned? Old friends are poked? Problems are solved? And maple syrup tastes more maple-y?

All when you feel love.

It's true -
The Universe











I'm just saying!!!

Does This Award Make Me Look Fat???

Dear sweet Diane has awarded me the I LOVE YOUR BLOG award!!! I just counted, i believe Diane has 14 awards, awarded to her on her blog, so you must must go there, to her blog and read her stuff. She always makes me laugh, giggle and nod my head in agreement. She's good that way. So, thank you my friend Diane!

So, i need an answer.

















The Universe emailed me this morning and here is what it said to me:
I don't like to make predictions, but the way things are going, Michelle, I wouldn't be at all surprised if this year you have a ball, go to a ball... and put the pics up on Facebook.
You are so poised for the time of your life -
The Universe


So, i thought i'd start here. And here is my question. It's actually a 2-parter.
1) Does this award make me look fat?
2) Do any of you think i need a haircut?

Ok, i am totally kidding. No need to answer. Because, i already know the answers. My universe has told me. And notice how i say MY UNIVERSE!!! Yep, being the complete and utter narcissist that i am, the universe is all mine. So, is that cool award up there, so there!!!!
























Ok??? We are nothing without our heart and soul. That tree there, could be the maker of some kick ass maple syrup right???? I fucking love that tree!!! I don't want to forget the bigger picture. The heart and soul of people that are all inherently good. All of you!!! I'm certain that there is good in every single human being. Mixed with lots of other stuff but goodness is there. Sometimes, you don't really have to search for it. It just shines though. Other times, not so much. But still......

It's there.

What i see with my eyes, is never as important as what exists out of view. I am far from a prolific philosopher or have a PhD. I am just a person living and trying to cope with the every day shit. The every week shit. Just the shit you know? What i hold within me is so much more important than possessions. I hold my heart.

I admit, sometimes it's hard to see because I joke around and try to laugh at the sad stuff. Or make the sad stuff a bit easier to handle. But, my beating heart is there. And somedays it feels broken up into a million pieces and all i can do is put the pieces back together fast enough so i can get on with it.

Some days i never seem to have the strength so I forge ahead. I just have to keep moving forward. And so it goes.

I listen to the music. A lot!!! It soothes me and i can dance. Well not with my broken toe, but perhaps on one foot????

That's another thing. My broken fractured toe. When it happened i asked WHY? Why now? Why today? Then i stopped asking why and realized perhaps its a good thing. It made me step back and really think and realize things. It made me realize i need to change the way i am doing things. Just a slight change here and a tweak there and my life will take a turn. For the better!!!

So, thank you broken toe!!!

Everything else is bullshit. All i have to do is look for the good. In everybody and everything. I've been finding it. Diane??? I think if I behave the way I do and seek out like minded people, life is good!!!!

From the Universe:
To dwell upon what might have been, is perhaps the greatest sin!

Woah, no way. Don't look back! Before you, just up ahead, lies Forever! It's a sparkling, magical time and place filled with smiles, laughter and new friends. A "place" filled with second chances and new circumstances, where EVERY dream you've ever Dreamt WILL (has already) come true. A place of endless discovery, boundless potential and blissful peace. It's opulent, it's colorful and it's easy. It's sunny, shady and breezy! Happy, carefree and infinite....and your going to be there a very very long time...so lighten up, get over it, look ahead and get jiggy with it!!!!

And just so you don't think i've gotten fucking soft or mushy on you guys, check this out i found it on Diane's blog and i liked it, so i took it. OK?














Nicely i ask. All of you who lurk, and by lurking i mean reading a blog, any blog, perhaps some day you might be so inclined to comment or shout out or give some loving or hating or whatever!!! I say this as a friend and a friend of every blogger.

I'm just saying!!!



I like this song. Pehaps the man above is really all of us here!!! You know? Or the woman above???? Fuck yeah!!!!
If you find yourself caught in love
Say a prayer to the man above
Thank him for everything you know
You should thank him for every breath you blow
If you find yourself caught in love
Say a prayer to the man above
Thank him for every day you pass
You should Thank him for saving your sorry ass
If you’re single, but looking out
You must raise your prayer to a shout
Another partner must be found
Someone to take your life beyond
Another TV “I Love 1999”
Just one more box of cheapo wine
If you find yourself caught in love
say a prayer to the man above
But If you don’t listen to the voices then my friend
You’ll soon run out of choices
What a pity it would be
You talk of freedom don’t you see
The only freedom that you’ll ever really know
Is written in books from long ago
Give up your will to Him that loves you
Things will change, I’m not saying overnight
You’ve gotta start somewhere
Start by kidding on you care
If you find yourself out of love
Shed a tear for the one you love
Tell your boss that you’ve gone away
Down your tools for a holiday
But If you’re going off to war then I wish you well
But don’t be sore
If I cheer the other team
Killing people’s not my scene
I prefer to give the inhabitants a say
Before you blow their town away
I like to watch them play
I like to marvel at the random beauty of a simple village girl
Why should she be the one who’s killed?

If you find yourself caught in love...

Shiny Happy Fits Of Rage....

We sure are cute for two ugly people!!!

Since i am always trying to keep it real i thought i'd go all crazy ass today for my Sunday word of the day!!!
NIGGLE

When i first heard this word being used, i thought the person using it had made it up. It was LL. I told her if i did indeed use this word on my blog and she did indeed make it up, i would totally credit her. Turns out, its a real word. Here is what it means:

An arrogant and egotistical pseudo-designer cum quantum physicist with a superiority complex and many cunt-like qualities.

To screw someone or weasle your way into something. Especially used while playing classic multiplayer video games.

Then i found this:
1) To be preoccupied with trifles or petty details.
2. To find fault constantly and trivially

You decide which way you want to use the word niggle. I know the way i use it.






















So, besides trying hard not to fart in the elevator, i've come up with a new set of goals for myself.

Here is goal #1:
May 30th, 2009....BROOKLYN HALF MARATHON!!! Be there!! I know i will!!!

I also have a prediction:
#1 - I will be running in 1 month. No 4-6 week bullshit for me! Not going to happen.

















I need to skedaddle. My laughter is alarming the neighbors!!! They say its unsettling!!! Eh, what do they know?????



I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
Maya Angelou

So, how do you handle a rainy day, lost luggage or tangled Christmas tree lights???

The New Me...Day 1

A Song About Celery

Last but not least
Seven dwarfs that never made the cut:
* Gassy
* Slutty
* Geeky
* Morbidly Obesey
* Halitosisy
* Drunky

“Does white or red wine go better with an entire box of pop tarts?

BONES....

The Killers - Bones

I decided to make my blog public again. Only because after this post i am taking a break. In more ways than one. I fractured the big toe on my right foot. In real life it's called a phalangeal fracture and it sucks. It is a bad break because it's close to the joint, i was told. I am wrapped up like a mummy. Tape and more tape, then a soft cast and over that an ace bandage. It hurts and i hurt. This sucks.

I was told no running for 4-6 weeks or longer. This is horrible news. The worst case senario is it not healing properly and having to possibly have some sort of surgery to put a pin in my bone. Again, this sucks.

I am not trying to sound like a cry-baby but it seems that whenever i am doing great, something bad happens in my life to bring me down. I will be fine, not to worry. I just need some time to concentrate on other things.

I will continue to read all of your amazing blogs and comment. I just don't have it in me to think of things to post about. I know you all get me and understand. It's a big let down. I was so ready for the Half Marathon this coming weekend.

When i told the doctor this bit of news and by the way he is a long time friend of mine and a runner, he said "thats ok, you can run the other half". He also offered to give me free sponge baths. I didn't laugh at either of these attempts to make me laugh. Instead i gave him a dirty look. It seems as though he used every single bit of tape and bandages on my toe. Just my imagination i guess.

Oh, he also gave me this groovy black shoe to wear. It actually feels good to wear the shoe. It lessens the pain a bit. I will try to control the pain with aleve or advil. Lots of it. It's a throbbing pain. Dull but intense.

















Guess i won't be getting a pedicure anytime soon!!!! Also, i have five toes!! My pinky toe decided to hide in this photo!!! Perhaps, it will want to make an appearance someday soon!!!!

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.

Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before we can meet again and meeting again, after moments or a lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.

You are the weakest link - goodbye!

REASONS NOT TO BE AN IDIOT......POST #207 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY POST!

Frank Turner - Reasons not to be an idiot

You're not as messed up as you think you are
Your self-absorption makes you messier
Just settle down and you will feel a whole lot better
Deep down you're just like everybody else

She's not as pretty as she thinks she is
Just picture her after she's had kids
I bet she sits at home and listens to The Smiths
Deep down she's just like everybody else

So why are you sat at home?
You're not designed to be alone
You just got used to saying "no"
So get up and get down and get outside
Cos it's a lovely sunny day
But you hide yourself away
You've only got yourself to blame
Get up and get down and get outside

He's not as clever as he likes to think
He's just ambitious with his arguing
He's crap at dancing, yeah and he can't hold his drink
Deep down he's just like everybody else

I'm not as awesome as this song makes out
I'm angry, underweight and sketching out
I'm building bonfires on my vanities and doubts
To get warm just like everybody else

So why are you sat at home?
You're not designed to be alone
You just got used to saying "no"
So get up and get down and get outside
Cos it's a lovely sunny day
But you hide yourself away
You've only got yourself to blame
Get up and get down and get outside

Amy thinks that life is lacking in drama
So she fell for horoscopes, faith-healing and karma
She's so wrapped up in her invisible armour
She'll never grow into herself
And it's OK thinking me and all my friends are just wasters
But saying that I can still see through her heirs and graces
I bet she's scared her life won't leave any traces
Caught up like everyone else

That's not the point anyway
Oh darling, I felt compelled to call you up to say...
So why are you sat at home?
You're not designed to be alone
You just got used to saying "no"
So get up and get down and get outside
Cos it's a lovely sunny day
But you hide yourself away
You've only got yourself to blame
Get up and get down and get outside
Get up and get down and get outside

I would be remiss if i didn't mention how major and important tomorrow is. January 20, 2009, after 8 very very long years we will have a new president. Interesting tidbit: Barack Obama becomes 44th President at 12 noon on January 20 whether he took the oath of office or not! I am not sure i can explain to you how amazing i think that is. I have very high hopes for Mr. Barack Obama!!! This man is change. This man is our future. This man is hope. This man is the change we so desperately need. As i write this i feel my American pride spilling forth. We live in the greatest country on earth....I know somedays it doesn't seem that way. With all the unemployment and financial losses that people have been going through. With the poverty and homelessness. With the horribly high cost of health insurance to the increasingly worrisome health care we have. It certainly can seem bleak. But, Mr. Barack Obama is on it. It may not happen in his first term, but he is fucking on it. This is history in the making and i for one, will be tuning in tomorrow to see Obama sworn in as our 44th president.























So, back to today. January 19, 2008 at approximately 8.10PM Raw Cool hit the publish button for her very first post. She had no idea where this journey would take her. Would she even make it a year. Would anybody read her blog? What the fuck would she even write about??

So, yes i made it a year. Yes, i have a few readers. I have no clue what i write about. I just know i write from my heart. So what if my heart holds the words fuck, shit and poop. So fucking what?? My heart also holds the words, thank you, i love you, i appreciate you and fuck yeah!!! Plus so much more!!

I am very much grateful for all of you. You have made me a stronger, more caring person who actually thinks perhaps i can do the things i set out to do. My goals, dreams, hopes....i just feel it because of you guys. I gained confidence and self esteem. I gained friends. Friends who don't pretend. Friends who are honest and giving and loving. Friends who give a shit. You all fucking rock!!

I was once very horribly told this:
This way you can be whomever you wish to be and appear in different personalitles to gain friends. Without the validation of others, you appear to be nothing. Insecure and lost. No meaning. Rant all you want. It is meanless and quiet honestly, who really cares? People read your blog for amusement purposes only. Do they really care about you?


This, by the way came to me in the form of a comment right here on my blog about 2 months ago. It never saw the light of day. Until now. When i read it, i almost threw up a little in my mouth at the shear anger and meanness that spew forth. This is some of the toxic shit i was dealing with. That, and so much more. You may guess that the word narcissist popped up in this persons repertoire. I had trouble sleeping. I felt sick to my stomach. I was told i was not a nice person because i used the word fuck. I could go on and on. But, i won't. It's over. Perhaps, i learned the hard way. But, i learned.

When i shared the horrible comments with Liz Lemon, she saw how upset i was. How confused i got. How troubled i became. She went through it all with me. She is my savior. My go to person for all things troubling. But, she has taught me things. She has taught me the value of being a good person. She has taught me so much. Each time i see her, i realize just how much i am a giving, supportive, functioning person. So, thank you LIz Lemon. You fucking rock!!

I want to give a shout out to my sista S!! She has been there for me. She is supportive and helps me. She is my family. She is my soul sista. My friend. Thank you Sista S. You fucking rock.

So, last year was a turning point for me. And this year, i will go far. Or not. Doesn't matter now to me. I am no longer filled with dread when i look at my comments. Because, now i get wonderful, positive, funny, supportive, amazing comments. Not that shit filled hate. Like i said in my last post, i am sleeping like a baby now. I mean sure i have bad nights, but for the most part, there is no more tossing and turning.

My running is improving and i feel very proud of myself. If somebody hurts me with words or bad thoughts, i move on and fast!!! But, here is my promise to all of you...i will no longer harp on this. It is over to me. As the song says
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me
I am going to make it through this year
If it kills me

I love you all!

Ok, don't worry i fully intend to be alive and well and post a 2 year anniversary post on January 19, 2010.

The Outdoor Type - The Lemonheads

Always had a roof above me
Always paid the rent
but I`ve never set foot inside a tent
Can`t build a fire to save my life
I lied about being the outdoor type

i`ve never slept out underneath the stars,
the closest that i came to that was one time my car
broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
i lied about being the outdoor type.

Too scared to let you know you knew what you were looking for
I lied until I fit the bill god bless the great indoors
I lied about being the outdoor type
I`ve never owned a sleeping bag let alone a mountain bike

i can`t go away with you on a rock climbing weekend
what if somethings on tv and its never shown again
its just as well i`m not invited i`m afraid of heights
i lied about being the outdoor type

Never learned to swim can`t grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type

"Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you
just sit there."

-- Will Rogers

I Know The Heart Of Life Is Good....Post #206

I woke up sore as fuck, but so very happy. I will be taking today off from running. I have been sleeping like a baby and i know why. Well, i think i know why. First a quote from sista:

Rid yourself of things that are negative and not good for your life….

Next a quote from a dear friend of mine:

Life is like a garden, there are some plants that need nurturing, some that grow strong without much help, and some that need to be pulled because they are sucking the life energy out of the plants that need a little extra TLC.

Pull those weeds girl! Those who do not believe in their dreams will try to destroy yours as well. Sounds a little nasty but most will find it to be true
Your life is a garden, and you need to plant good thoughts and pull weeds that suck energy.

There are lots of good people around...keep surrounding yourself with them and watch how your life changes!


So, i did that. Got rid of the dripping toxic shit once and for all. Pulled the fucking weeds out one by one and fast and surrounded myself with "good" people. And, lo and behold, that very night my sleeping improved 100%. Magic? Coincidence? I think not. No more benadryl!!! No more melatonin!!! Just sleepy time tea and a clear head. Try it folks. It works and i am proof positive.

Now, on to the word of the day. Sunday!!!! Sunday word of the day:
Congelatio also know as Frostbite - damage caused to skin and other tissues due to extreme cold.


I thought this word would be appropriate for all of us having to endure the wrath of winter. I don't know about you guys, but i am longing for a 60 degree day. I am longing for icecream dripping down my chin. Well, ok icecream still drips down my chin. I eat that shit even in 10 degree weather.

So, tomorrow is my 1 year blog anniversary. I think i will post something special. For now, i will leave you with this:




John Mayer - The Heart Of Life
I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws you heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way, it should
But I know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way, it should
But I know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good

I'm going to travel now, without moving an inch. Pick up a good book. It does that to you!!!!

Hey Ya!!! Post #205

I did it folks. I did it. I ran 10 miles today!! I will be totally honest here. I have no fucking idea how i did it. I just knew that i wanted to run 10 miles and i made it happen. I was solo. That means i was alone. :O). Well i had my iPod with me and my Garmin. It was 7 degrees, sunny with very little wind. I had my route all mapped out. Well by mapped out, i mean i just started running. I did not run on the boardwalk because i thought it may be icy. I wanted to run, not ice skate. I kept thinking to myself...Raw Cool you are fucking going to do this. I was fully layered up. Every part of my body was covered except for my face. Each step i ran took me closer to my goal. Running is 90% mental and the other 10% well, it's mental. It was an out and back course. I just ran and ran. At mile 9 i really felt i had to stop and walk. So, i walked 1/2 mile. Then, i started running yet again. My iPod died at 1 hour 45 min. I didn't care, i just wanted to finish the damn run. I ran 10 miles in 1.51.10 Here are my stats:

Splits
MILE PACE (MIN/MILE) SPEED (MPH) ELEVATION
GAIN
ACTUAL +/- AVG ACTUAL +/- AVG
1 12' 47 +1' 40 4.7 -0.7 +7 ft
2 10' 15 -0' 52 5.8 +0.5 +9 ft
3 10' 28 -0' 39 5.7 +0.3 +13 ft
4 10' 17 -0' 50 5.8 +0.4 +13 ft
5 10' 29 -0' 38 5.7 +0.3 +7 ft
6 10' 44 -0' 23 5.6 +0.2 -10 ft
7 10' 29 -0' 38 5.7 +0.3 -13 ft
8 10' 47 -0' 20 5.6 +0.2 -16 ft
9 11' 17 +0' 10 5.3 -0.1 -3 ft
10 13' 53 +2' 46 4.3 -1.1 -7 ft
end 11' 30 +0' 23 5.2 -0.2 0 ft

MY PERFORMANCE
Activity: Run
Date: 01/17/09 08:31 AM
Distance: 10.00 miles
Time: 1:51:10
Speed: 5.4 mph
Pace: 11' 07 min/mile
Calories: 1183
Heart Rate: --
Activity Goal: None
Weather: --
Difficulty: 2.2

I feel good. Accomplished. I feel totally ready for the Manhattan Half Marathon next week. Should be a great time! Later on this coming week i will talk a little bit about an amazing friend of mine. But, for now i really want to watch that video up there and, well dance!!!!

"Running is my meditation, mind flush, cosmic telephone, mood elevator, and spiritual communion."

LORRAINE MOLLER

Can You Spot The Narcissist??? Post #204

So, check this out. I've been called a narcissist. Not by Liz Lemon, mind you Wow, big word there folks. Let's take a look at what a narcissist is OK? Come with me please while we sort this out...

What is Narcissism?

A pattern of traits and behaviors which signify infatuation and obsession with one's self to the exclusion of all others and the egotistic and ruthless pursuit of one's gratification, dominance and ambition.

Most narcissists (75%) are men.

Narcissists are either "Cerebral" (derive their narcissistic supply from their intelligence or academic achievements) - or "Somatic" (derive their narcissistic supply from their physique, exercise, physical or sexual prowess and "conquests").

1) has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate achievements)
2) Is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love
3) believes that he or she is "special" and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)
4) requires excessive admiration
5) has a sense of entitlement, i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations
6) is interpersonally exploitative, i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends
7) lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others
8) is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of him or her
9) shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes


I am just as perplexed as you folks as to why somebody would consider me a narcissist. So, i want to break it down for you based on the above criteria.

1) So, if bragging about my running and expecting some high-fives along the way makes me narcissistic then by golly perhaps i am??? Narcissistic!!!

2) Preoccupied??? No! I possess neither success, power, brilliance or ideal love. Now beauty. Thats another story. I am stunning to all those who lay there eyes upon me. No really. I am. Everybody tells me. It's the first thing they say to me. How very beautiful i am!!! Ooops guess that makes me narcissistic.

3) Special?? Depends on your definition of special. Is riding the short bus special. Is the fact that i laugh at the Simpsons special? Is is special that i have to look up how to spell words on google?? Well if all that is special than i am a fucking narcissist.

4) Excessive admiration....do i require it?? No! Do i want it? Yes! I want each and every one of you here to admire me to the exclusion of living your life. I want you to read my blog over and over again until it is etched into your brain. If you want, you can print out my photo and hang it up on your fridge. You know, in case you miss me, when your not here reading my blog. Yep, guess i am narcissistic.

5) Of course i want favorable treatment. I want to be able to walk into the post office/bank and be sent to the front to the line. Every single time i go there i want to be first. After all, i am narcissistic.

6) Good one here. Yes, indeed i take advantage of others. I especially love to take advantage of little kids and old ladies. They seem to be easily confused and i can pretty much get away with anything. Perhaps, the icecream truck just arrived and i am feeling a banana split. I will literally tell the old lady and kid that i am dying and if they don't let me get in front of them that very second, i will fall to the floor in a heap of narcissistic jelly!

7) So, thats what i lack...Empathy. I cannot seem to understand why others have needs and feelings and all that shit. I thought it was just me. Narcissistic?? You bet!!!

8) Now tell me...why in the world would i be envious of you, when i am soooo much better??? Just doesn't make sense does it? I don't want to expend my precious energy on that shit. Just know i am better than all of you OK? Oh and i am narcissistic.

9) Scornfully and condescendingly proud. That's what haughty means, for all you folks that are stupid. Sorry, but i am a bit arrogant you know? Comes with the territory of being...yep you guessed it - a narcissist!!!

Now since it's all about me, always i want you to watch this music video now!!!


Barenaked Ladies - One Week (The Bathroom Sessions)
Its been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said Im angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell you
Yesterday youd forgiven me
But itll still be two days till I say Im sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
Youll think youre looking at aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss
I like the sushi cause its never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like leann rimes
Because Im all about value
Bert kaempferts got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
Id like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, its the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then youll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause its so dangerous, youll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Cant understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

Its been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said youre crazy
Five days since you tackled me
Ive still got the rug burns on both my knees
Its been three days since the afternoon
You realized its not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday youd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say youre sorry

Chickity china the chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin
Watchin x-files with no lights on, were dans la maison
I hope the smoking mans in this one
Like harrison ford Im getting frantic
Like sting Im tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I dont make films
But if I did theyd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons arent always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with sailor moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Cant understand what I mean? you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

Its been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said Im sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized were both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause itll still be two days till we say were sorry
Itll still be two days till we say were sorry
Itll still be two days till we say were sorry
Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie

I love the Barenaked Ladies. They are whimsical and adorable. Kinda just like me, you know? Special...

"If you want things to be different, perhaps the answer is to become different yourself."
Norman Vincent Peale




Again, it's all about me!! And only ME!!!

What Would NPH Do???? Post #203

This is pure fucking genius. Please view this and look for the tear at the end. Priceless!!! NPH is an amazing man. I love him. Anybody watch him on How i Met Your Mother??? Again, priceless!

This post is a bull shit post. It's just a nothing post really.

Wanted to let you all know that i did indeed get one run in. The day i said i would, i did. But, i had to run on the beach due to icy conditions up on the boards. Which was fine. It just made for a harder, slower run. I ran for 40 minutes. SLOW! I did get to see the sunrise. It was nice. I guess. I was deep in conversation with my friend so i kinda didn't notice until the sun was high in the sky. I know, so not like me. I had just the slightest twinge of pain in my left thigh. Other than that it was smooth sailing. As i was finishing my run, i glanced down to the shore's edge and i saw a man. Naked i thought. So, i did what any normal female runner would do. I stopped, squinted and stared. I then noticed, and folks i wear glasses so perhaps i was seeing things, he was wearing some sort of flesh colored bathing suit. That is all i saw for in the next instance, he had jumped into the ocean and started swimming. It was 22 degrees and windy. I shivered just looking at him and continued on my run.

Today. Not so good. I could not seem to arise. It was as if my very comfy blanket had me hostage. It just wouldn't let me go. The more it pulled in down, the less i fought. Then i had tons of stuff to do and i thought i could get my run in before nightfall. Ummm, nope.

So, tomorrow it is. But, it will be around 15 degrees. Then Thursday there will be snow on the ground. Then Friday it will be 10 degrees. Fuck that. I am running. I am superwoman for goodness sakes.

January 19th is just around the corner. That date is my 1 year blogaversary. So? What to do?? I have no idea. I am not very creative these days. I'm have been doing quite a bit of flicking. FLICK, FLICK!!!

No, you stay. I am not flicking you away. Come back and read my lame ass posts. Or not!!!

American Idol is starting it's 8th season tonight. Yikes! I have decided not be a viewer. Just not my thang!!! Or thing! But, enjoy to those of you viewing. Biggest Loser. Not me. Not you either. It's also on tonight. I may view this just to see what all the hoopla is.


The Flys - Got you where i want you
Hey what's the point of this
Hey what's your favorite song
Maybe we could hum along

My song of the day sent to me by my friend. He likes to send me music, you see because we both like the same shit. He also tries to find songs that i DO NOT have on my iPod. This was one of them....I love it and it is now safely on my iPod in heavy rotation....

It's As If The Caffeine Is Still Coursing Through My Body.....Post #202

I am well aware that i am late for my Sunday word of the day. I agonized over what word to use today. So, here goes:
Metagrobolized - totally perplexed and mixed up


Yeah, i am. Totally perplexed. Totally. But, it doesn't really matter. I just do the flick. FLICK, FLICK!!! I love that don't you??

So, today was my 7th day of no running. 7 fucking days. This is why i feel the jolt of the beautiful caffeine that i ingested today. I usually feel the jolt of the beautiful endorphins coursing through my body and it almost feels as though i am on the verge of an orgasm. Yeah, i said it. So, i had to do something. I had to get that feeling. Starbucks seems to give me that feeling. Not as intense, but hey they have free WiFi!!!

Perhaps, i should quickly tell you the reason i have not run in a week is because my thighs hurt. Enough to stop running for 7 fucking days!!! Ok, on with it!!!

Still, running is much much better. There is really no way to describe it. So, here is my plan. Tomorrow AM. I will attempt 2-3 miles. If, in any of the time i am in a running motion, i feel pain, i stop. That's it. My plan. Wish me luck please. I feel nervous.















I am contemplating my plan. I am a bit metagrobolized. I feel the pressure of the caffeine calling to me. But, here is what i came up with:

What this awareness, this deepening, this quietness, this place of
being reflective and connecting more with source or with spirit, out
of there comes great wisdom and great understanding and great ability
to act and be who we potentially are, our highest potential.

We as individuals and we as a collectivity can really take on our
lives and take on the challenges of our world in a way that's
personal, that's compassionate, that's with deep understanding, deep
caring, non polarized, and in away that can really make a difference."

No, i didn't make that up, you thought i did, didn't you!!?? See, i metagrobolized you all!!! HA!!!

Honesty??? What is That??? Post #201

Cake - Sheep go to Heaven
I'm not feeling alright today,
I'm not feeling that great,
I'm not catching on fire today,
Love has started to fade,

I'm not going to smile today,
I'm not gonna laugh,
You're out living it up today,
I've got dues to pay,

No idea, i just like it is all!!!















My first ever award and my #201 post!!! Pretty fucking cool!

I was given the Honest Scrap award by the amazingly gorgeous Simplicity over at chasingwentworthmiller Me? LIttle old me? An honesty award!!


So the rules to accepting my award are as follows: A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep! B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

So, please join me on the magical mystery tour i like to call 10 honest things about raw cool. That would be me!!!

1) Even though it doesn't seem possible i am a pretty shy chica. Well let me preface that by saying i was much MORE shy as a child and teenager. I am way less shy now but still. Here is what my mind goes through when trying to have a meaningful conversation.

My mind - Yikes there's ------! Perhaps i should look down and pretend i didn't see him? Perhaps, i should try to ask him a question. Perhaps, i smell?? Should i say anything? Should i offer him money? Should i give him my first born????

Real life -
Me - Oh, hmm, hi what up dude?? Hmm, oh the weather? Yeah where ya been? How you? Yikes i will shut up now!!

So, perhaps when i say shy i really mean not knowing what the fuck to say EVER!!!!

2) I am a member of a dating service that i never used. WTF? Yes, i wasted precious money on this endeavor. Oh i did peruse the site a few times only to find that whenever i clicked on "my matches" i saw the exact same 20 men that i saw 2 months ago. Nothing changed and the men i saw 2 months ago looked infinitely worse today. Their profiles sucked, their photos were non existent and i hated myself even more.

3) Running - WOOHOO! I bet you all were waiting for me to mention this. Then see how i would tie it in to an honestly list. Well, you know how i say how much i love running. There are days when i fucking hate it. So much, Yet i drag my ass out there to get it done. And i see the sunrise and i still hate it. And i hear the ocean's lapping onto the shore and i still hate it. And i see other runners with smiles on their faces and i hate it even more. And then i finish my five miles and somehow then and only then, i love running again! I also always have to wear running outfits that match and look cool. My running friend wears running clothes that she's had for the past 20 years. I look at her and think WTF??? Only the latest and greatest for me!!! Cause i love running so much!! Only when i don't hate it!!!

4) I do not know how to be a friend. I always think i do and i always think i am doing the right things. But apparently i am not doing anything right. Or apparently my definition of friendship is vastly differently than the definitions of the friends i think are my friend. Make sense?? I know not really. Let's just say i've learned my lessons and i am good at flicking the fleas off!

5) I think and analyze things way too much. Like all the time. I do not know why i can't just let things roll off my shoulders and down to the floor. I do not know why i keep everything inside and mostly to myself. I take what people say too seriously. If someone says to me "Hey i will do this at this time and call you at this time" Well i take them at their word. And guess what? It never happens that way. Sure, shit happens and time goes by. You get busy. I get that. Just don't say things you can't or won't full fill like EVER!!!!

6) I have been in therapy for a while now. And i don't care who knows it. Her name is Liz Lemon. Hence, What would Liz Lemon do or WWLLD for short? It's this thing i do. When i am having a problem or situation that i cannot handle on my own i stop and thing WWLLD?? Not that she is perfect or anything. Far from it and she will be the first to admit that, but she tends to do exactly the opposite of what i do in sticky situations. She stops and thinks and doesn't do anything more. I, may stop and think but then i may do something stupid. But, i am learning. Slowly. To think before i speak or act. It is the best thing anybody can do for themselves, i think!!! Or is it?

7) I twitter. A lot. It's fun. It's fun to try to write something, anything really in 140 characters or less. There are times when what i want to say is over 140 characters, i spend ridiculous amounts of time widdling down the sentence to under 140 characters but still have it make sense to someone reading it. I also facebook. This one intrigues me. People find you. People you never thought even think about you, find you. They find you and friend you. Then you leave comments on each others face book page. Things like "oh i haven't seen you in like forever, what have you been up to for the past 15 years??" Then you answer and ask the same ridiculous question right back to them. And so it goes!!

8) I love music so very much. I used to be limited in my musical tastes BIP (before iPod). But, now that i have the glories of the internet and itunes plus free MP3's from various sites i am enthralled at the amazing music that is out there. When i find a song i love, i will listen to it over and over again for days, weeks, even months. Literally. Then i memorize the lyrics and get to sing along. My iPod is always with me. Even on the toilet. Hey a woman needs her entertainment on the toilet doesn't she?? I have close to 6000 songs on my iPod plus videos and 2 movies. I am a geek for sure. A dork perhaps?? And definitely a nerd for i like gadgets and fun techy stuff. I would rather attend a tech gadget show than a make up, clothes thing. Yep!!!

9) I cannot sew or do anything crafty. I cannot even draw a stick figure to make it look like anything anybody would recognize. This bothers me. I love to be creative and i love art, yet i suck at it. It's as though i am missing the artistic gene or something. Or is there even a gene for that kind of stuff???

10) I used to be a raw foodie. It was fun and interesting and i met some amazing folks yet i couldn't pull it off 100%. Food is such a big part of my being. I think about what i will eat for breakfast as i am eating dinner the night before. I like to plan my meals out in my head the day before so the next day there will be no thinking or deciding or contemplating what i will be eating. I do not eat the same things day in and day out, except for breakfast. That is always oatmeal. With toppings. I cannot get enough of it. I would eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner but i need some protein i think!! Perhaps i obsess about food. Perhaps i obsess about everything????

I've decided to not actually give this award to specific bloggers because there are way to many amazing bloggers out there for me to choose just 7 bloggers. If i could, i would give this award to every single blogger on my blog roll. Well, i could couldn't I? So i am. Everybody on my blog roll or everybody who wants to do this, well get on with it please!!!

















Peace out homies!!!!

Dance Music...POST #200

The Mountain Goats - Dance Music

So, as i was meandering to the mailbox earlier today, i decided to check out the ultra modern cool high tech set up that Mr. Security guard had going on. Mr. Security guard was teetering on the edge of sleepiness. He was doing what i like to call the bob and sway only nobody was sitting next to him, like on the subway.

You know, when your sitting there reading or watching a movie on your iPod and a man (its always a heavy set man with armpit odor) starts to nod off. At first, its just his eyes flickering. You glance over and pray to the subway GOD that he stays put. Not happening.

Heavy set man starts to bob a bit. His head i mean. It starts to slip forward ever so slowly and then as if somebody pushes his head up, it boings right back up again. OK, you think this should work out and you continue watching your movie. Then you feel it. His body starts to do the side to side motion that is commonly called the sleep sway. Head bobbing, he starts swaying left and right. Left and right. Your on the right. Right into you, he goes making you inadvertently lose your place in the movie you are watching and at that point you really don't care. You just want to get away from heavy set armpit smelly man as fast as possible.

So, you do.

So, Mr. Security guard was not aware that i was schooching (is that a word?) over his shoulder watching with wonder and glee all the many video screens set up there for him to watch. It was quite a show. I saw an elderly woman in a pink bathrobe checking her mail. I saw a young teenager fiddling with his keys on floor 8, then entering his apartment. I also saw a young maintenance man in the elevator with what appeared to be an iPod. He was grooving to some sort of beat. All alone like no one was watching. But, indeed we were. Or i was anyway.

That got me to thinking. Just yesterday i was in the elevator with my iPod classic blasting a Madonna song called Hung up. Here it is for those of you not in the know....



And not only was i singing the damn song, i was dancing to it. In the elevator. Alone. Or so i thought.

Mr. Security Guard snapped to attention and made it quite clear that at the exact moment i was both singing and dancing in the elevator ALONE he was not only awake and watching, but so was the entire maintenance crew.

Thought for the day :
Work like you don't need money,
Love like you've never been hurt,
And dance like no one's watching.

Let's Hug It Out Bitch....

Ari: You wanna hug it out? Let's hug it out bitch.

Hugging it out. Not a bad way to end the day or even to start the day. I love hugging. I find it very comforting and special. I am not quite sure of the reason to actually put your arms around another human being as they put their arms around you and you both squeeze each other for a small amount of time until one of you sort of slowly lets go. Also, i've been hugged where both of us sort of sway back and forth while grasping each other. Is this normal???

The hug is one of the most common human signs of love and affection. What is cool about hugging is that it can be performed in public and not looked at as some PDA. Two woman can hug as two men can hug. BUT, and here is a big but men hugging takes on a whole new dimension. I just recently saw this:



The pound hug: (from widipedia)
A stylized greeting, exclusively performed between two males, the pound hug (also referred to as a "pound shake," "man hug," "dude hug," "shug," "hetero hug,"or a "hip-hop hug") consists of a combination of a handshake and one-armed hug. Unlike the traditional hug, which symbolically and effectively removes interpersonal barriers and unites the two persons embracing, the male hug – performed by keeping the right hand locked in handshake while the left arm wraps around the other's shoulder – interposes the obstacle of the two right arms to the joining of the two bodies. While a common variant of this hug does not include the handshake but rather uses both arms to embrace , it still retains the essential ingredient of the double slap on the back, a symbol of masculinity that underlies the true meaning behind the hug as an admittance of affection while still maintaining distance so as not to appear "un-manly"

Now i don't know about you, but i appreciate seeing two men hugging it out. For real. Not this pound hug shit. European men not only hug each other, but kiss each other hello as well. I like that. I think its cool to see two men being open and honest and affectionate with one another in a friendly way. I would though perhaps give a second look if the huggers started the sway i was talking about earlier. That would mean that the hug is going on just a tad longer than it probably should, which would probably mean that they perhaps were enjoying this hugging it out bitch stuff. Ya know? Not that there's anything wrong with that!!!

Then there's the dreaded air kiss. What's up with that?? I've practiced air kissing many times. The air kiss is a pretence of kissing: the lips are pursed as if kissing, but without actually touching the other person's body. Sometimes the air kiss includes touching cheek-to-cheek. Also, the gesture may be accompanied by the "mwah" sound. MWAH!!!!  You freaking purse your lips as if to kiss, yet you don't. Why? I don't get it. Why bother then?

Instead i would go with the hug. Much more intimate and it feels good. Air kissing is a waste of precious, well air.

I've been hugged when i really need to be and i must say it was a comfort and joy. Plus the sway was involved and that made the hug last even longer. I felt embraced in the love that was pulsing out of the hug. Ok, that sounds ridiculous but gosh darn it i felt it dude!!

I am not even sure why i am so enthralled with this hugging phenomenon. I mean its not a new thing or an extraordinary thing either. Its just something that can be done in public, an acceptable form of affection or support and i like it damn it.

Not to worry. When we all meet i won't expect a hug from each and every one of you. Unless of course we all break out in spontaneous air kissing which at that point i will have to break all that up and do this:





















Raw cool will be giving out these:

















I am fully and well aware at how incredibly, insanely corny this post is, but like whatever. Deal with it OK? Hey, its not everyday you are offered something nice for FREE!! So, go with it and just hug it out bitches!!!!

It's Liz Lemon
Frank: Hey, what’s wrong with you?
Liz: What?
Frank: Your face. It’s like you’re happy or something.