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These are from an e-mail that I received today. I LOL’d and nodded approval so many times that I just had to share.  I wish I knew who to give the credit for writing these!

Random Thoughts of the Day:

I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

That’s enough, Nickelback.

I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f*ck was going on when I first saw it.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

The other night I hit a new low at an open bar. I had already hopped on highway blackout when, inevitably I had to find a bathroom. Eventually I decided it was probably on the other side of the bar so I tried to walk over there, but ran into a guy coming the other way. We played that, Both go left, Both go right game to no avail, so I finally put out my hand to guide myself past and that’s is when I realized, yup, that’s a mirror I just tried to walk through. And the guy on the other side is me. Even cats can recognize their own image.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.

How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when a n entire line of cars teams up to prevent an idiot from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

I would like to officially coin the phrase ‘catching the swine flu’ to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: “Dave caught the swine flu last night.”

I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories

Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.

There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…

My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?

It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.

I’m a person who prides herself on good manners.  Primarily, this consists of making everyone else comfortable;  I introduce my friends to the new people at the party, chew with my mouth closed, drive courteously (most of the time), and speak with my “inside voice,” among many other little things.  But with all this, there is an ulterior motive:  In return I am usually treated more courteously, and that’s how I like it.

When I see another person acting rude or agitated because of what someone else does, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have the ability to see the innocence behind others’ actions.  Blame is humanity’s instant go-to excuse.  It’s not my fault I spent too much money on my credit card, it’s that big company’s fault for charging me late fees and interest. I didn’t do anything wrong, she’s just a bitch. I see the answer to most of these agitations to be actually giving a crap about the person on the other side.

We can’t get very far in life without caring about other people.  Sure you can be a jerk and hateful all the time – everyone’s out to get you, that waitress is an idiot, that driver cut you off on purpose, your friend didn’t return your call because he’s a jerk, that girl doesn’t like you because she’s a stuck up bitch, the people at the Charter help line are idiots, etc. etc. etc… but how hard is it to imagine that college-age waitress on her feet all day, getting $4 per table + $3 per hour + dealing with your impatient, rude, high-expectations ass?  How hard is it to imagine that foreigner on the other end of the phone helping you hook up your cable modem is an actual person, with feelings, and a mortgage, and a family?  What about the guy at the drive-through window?  I can’t imagine how hard it is for that guy to be nice to every person that comes through.  Believe me, I’ve gotten some pretty messed up drive-through orders, but I’m not suddenly expecting every single order I get to be wrong.  And if it is?  So what??  It’s one lunch out of the 10,922 lunches I’ve eaten in my entire life (thanks WolframAlpha).  I think I’ll live if this $5 fast food isn’t up to par.  Also, sending a polite, well-worded complaint goes further than you think (or would farther be more appropriate here?  I couldn’t decide).

More importantly, how often is the person you have a problem with someone you care about, our cared about at one time?  Taking five seconds to think about what you say before you say it can mean the difference between a minor tiff and a permanent rift.  Think about who you are talking to before you say what’s on your mind in the heat of the moment.  I’ve seen so many friends lost, significant others gone forever, family members separated…all over WORDS.  How hard is it to bite your tongue?  Why is it important that you make that person feel bad?

Okay, I have rambled enough.  The main point here is that acting like a jerk serves no purpose other than to make you feel bigger, better, stronger, smarter, whatever…and it’s wrong and mean.  Also, having high-expectations is going to leave you disappointed 95% of the time.  I know I’m all talk, and I’m definitely not exempt from being blindly hateful, but please take some of this to heart and examine your own actions.  Making another person feel bad serves absolutely no purpose, and ultimately it does nothing but make you look like a jerk.

No blog of mine would be complete without a list.  So here’s a list of vocabulary words I think the majority of Americans need to think long and hard about:

  • integrity
  • honor
  • valor
  • chivalry
  • humility
  • modesty
  • kindness
  • fairness
  • politeness

Just imagine what these attributes would bring to your life, and what would you have to change to accomplish such changes?

Thanks to Jason Simon for his ever-so-helpful input and punctuation correction!