The drones are after me!!

I was slightly seduced this morning by a company who said they could hook me up with some money. All I needed to do was to place ads in my blog about this company or that! Then they take a percentage and the credit card company takes some! But in the end I get money for writing! Wow, how tempting! They know just how to warm my heart in this tough economy! You mean all I have to do is sell out to the big companies and I get money?! God why didn't I think of that? I could have been scamming all you readers into looking at ads!! Golly! Well if all I need to do is sell my soul and practically go against everything I believe in, I'm in! Right?! No.... I've stated many of times on here that this is an AD FREE BLOG! That's right big companies! AD MOTHER FUCKING FREE! I am going against "the man" here and bringing you my quality ranting and rambling for free! I expect nothing out of my readers but their input and time! I mean if you want to send me pretty things and/or cupcakes do feel free! So thank you readers for being here and do expect this and all of my blogs to remain ad free as long as I am alive!

Thank you again readers and thank you big company that tried to seduce me for giving me something to bitch about!

Change. It's been on the tip of every ones tongues for the past well year plus now. I've heard so many people excited for change! The air thick with anticipation for something greater to happen. I went out after election day like many of the other millions of people and trust me the tension was thick. After Obama won it was like a dark cloud had over passed. People were talking to each other, even hugging each other! Here in Minneapolis! I know it's strange! Even I felt this overwhelming air of victory. Yes I screamed at some cars in my drunken state smiling from ear to ear when they screamed back. The next day people looked me in the eye on the street. I felt like for once the city was a peaceful place. Like I could be walking and someone would just hug me randomly, stroking my hair while whispering in my ear that everything is going to be alright. I know it kinda sounds creepy, but you get where I'm going with this! The weeks to follow have been the same. All about change. What's going to happen? Will he be up to the job? The newspapers and websites all seem to be gearing in that direction. Yes, we won! Well, now what? Uhhhh... of course we question. I've settled into a nice routine of not caring about politics yet again. Hopefully soon I can even start talking to my McCain loving friends. Change is what everyone wants. Things are still okay but you know what would make them better?! Change. Ohhh I know, I'm so witty!
Speaking of change, it's fucking cold out! Seriously, I was just getting use to being able to show my collar bone again! Why must I live in the tundra?! Yes I ask myself that every year. The bitching about cold weather has only begun! You just wait until January! I need to move.

Wooo new article!

I have the newest article for the work paper done! Please give me some sort of input on it! I tried to make this one less corny, since it's a volunteer piece.

Time to interact!

Tucked away in Minneapolis’ North Loop neighborhood is the Interact Center for the Visual and Performing Arts. They are a nonprofit organization that offers professional level training to artists with disabilities in theater arts, visual arts and writing. The bright paintings pop from the brick walls as you walk down the hall from the entrance. The sound of laughter leads you into the magical place, which is filled with smiles. The Interact Center is recognized as a national leader in progressively pairing social services with the arts to shift society’s view of disabilities away from deficits and towards limitless possibility. They work with numerous local artists who gladly come into help teach workshops in different art mediums from ceramics to woodcarving. The skill involved in some of the projects is simply amazing! The theater section works together to write and produce two original performances a year! They have been working with the Mixed Blood Theater on their latest performance, Sindibad. The fun, positive attitude seems to spread through out the place as easily as the paint does! They are looking for volunteers to help with everything from studio assistants to special events volunteers. If you don’t have time to volunteer for this amazing organization, please consider donating to them. You can find more information on their website www.interactcenter.com or at 612-339-5145.

Broke, broken, and drugged up

Yesterday I had the day off. As fun as it could have been, I woke up earlier than usual to walk all the way across Minneapolis only to find out the place I was trying to go to was even further and I was 15 minutes late. I was attempting to find an place to write my next article on. Which is a "volunteer" piece. As in I can find a place to volunteer for or I interview a volunteer. Trust me the pleasure of walking at least a mile in the freezing rain only to end up having to turn around and walk back at 9:30 in the morning, well it was amazingly unpleasant. I hate waking up early in the first place. I sure as hell hate walking in freezing rain, especially when it ends up to be a worthless mission. I get home and prepare the meal of all meal. I try to scarf as much of it down before 12:25. Trust me it was amazing, if I would've had more time I would have made more. At one I'm at the dentist, by two I get to leave. Another tooth was extracted. Two teeth now this year have chipped on me beyond repair. I'm starting to think that by the time I do hit thirty I'll be able to give 'gum jobs'.... that thought scares the hell out of me. What is the best part about having a tooth ripped out of your skull? To be honest you're extremely nappy after and usually you get better pain killers than I did. As I wait for my pussy pain killers to be done at the lovely drug store I wonder the aisles. Now I can't talk at all, obviously. I just wonder and observe. The strangest fucking people roam Minneapolis drug stores. A man walked up to me who looked like a fat Weird Al with a comb-over and told me "I saw the oddest thing today... a bagel... with cream cheese. Isn't that just weird?" I just shook my head yes because I can't freaking answer him with a no. Because to me it's weird that he's talking to me in the first place. Let alone telling me how odd he thinks cream cheese on a fricking bagel is. When I finally get called I go up to get my lovely meds along with a bottle of pain killers I'm more than excited to get the hell out of there. The walk home is painful. The drugs they gave me are wearing off and the throbbing pain is starting to begin. I long for a cigarette. Yes I know I was trying to quit, it was a lot easier for me to quit that whole quitting thing. Once I finally get home I need to distract myself before I can take a pill. I read a book and in no time I get to take numerous pills. As I wake up from a drug induced nap I have to wipe nasty blood that has dried on my cheek. I am amazed that my cheek has finally went down from its swullen state. I don't know why I didn't take today off. All day I have been swept by waves of nausea. I've been attempting to keep myself walking in a straight line. After the first three hours of work I stopped this and have just been using the wall as a support system. I can not believe how hungry I am. The more I think about eating the sicker that I get. The taste of blood still seems fresh in my mouth. I pop a vicodin after my lunch of extremely expensive condensed soup and suddenly all is good. Of course that's once they actually kick in. The dizziness has stopped I mostly feel like I'm floating when I walk. The wall has been a good friend today. Yes I'm pretty out of it. Have people noticed? Of course! I can't even talk to anyone without my head bobbing back and forth. I want to go home, take another pain killer and pass the fuck out. Only three more hours of this and I can! Hope you all have a great weekend. I know I will!