A few years back when my 20th high school reunion was being organized, I joined Classmates.com. At that time it was really the best way to keep current with the ongoing plans. I'm quite certain free sites like Facebook and Myspace weren't around or, if they were, they were in their infancy stages. Being part of Classmates.com had one major problem: I had to cough up funds to be granted full access to information and contact with friends. That grated my nerves, but I assumed it would be worth the investment. My gold membership was maintained for a couple of years but contact with former classmates was incredibly limited. I didn't attend the 20th reunion due to a personal cash flow problem. Ironic, isn't it? With Facebook -- and once upon a time, Myspace -- being a social networking mecca (sorry Clark), it would seem that Classmates.com would realize that if people don't have to pay to reconnect, they won't. Yet, this morning I received a notification that ...
Fairly brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThere are people who can't be comfortable with silence. Let's say a particular someone I'm unfortunately acquainted with was so desperate that she was reading bumper stickers out loud. A forced situation. Blah!
ReplyDeleteUsually these kinds of thoughts happen around the 5th year of marriage as it usually starts out as, "What do you want to do today?"
ReplyDelete(response) "Kill you"
Seriously, I know how you feel, it's like you are supersensitive to certain bahaviors or just plain words being spoken that when observed, it sets you off.
ha! "kill you."
ReplyDeleteThe person I was forced to ride shotgun with annoys me beyond all belief.
She's the kind of person who walks into a room and screams -- i mean literally screams in a childlike voice -- "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" and wonders why I respond with a "die, bitch die!" glare.
Heaven help me, I know exactly how you feel. What is it about the passing of air through one's larynx that so many people find so fascinating?
ReplyDeleteTo top it all off, she whistles like a tea kettle, then asks, "don't I whistle pretty? can you tell what song it is?" ARGH!
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