What the Hell?!?

As I sit thinking about my day and perhaps just the world in general... it brings me to the question.....What the hell?!?!?

Such as....

1) Hey, you in the Jaguar! What the hell makes you think that having a more expensive car than me gives you the right to pull out into traffic in front of me and then immediately hit your breaks because you want to turn into the Starbucks parking lot at 8:50 a.m?

I took the driving test to get my license in the great state of Oklahoma, and I don't recall the part of the drivers' guide that details how right of way is determined by price of vehicle. However, I do remember the part about using the little lights on the corners of your car to show in which direction you intend to turn.

2) What kind of awesome mirrors must fat girls in skimpy outfits own? I mean, damn, do you think you look good when you leave the house with a size 5 top gripping hold of your size 16 belly!!!


What the hell is wrong with these girls who prance around with their stomachs hanging out over the tops of their pants? You'd think you'd want to hide that, wouldn't you? You'd think you'd want to cover that up with a nice big sweater. But you don't. You want to let that belly button roam free, swaying from side to side as it points directly at the ground.

I mean dang... I know I cant wear tight little Hollister shirts....So I dont! No worries!!!

3) What the hell makes people think that walking directly behind someone else is going to make them walk faster? Walking back from lunch today, this dude's right behind us, flip-flops flapping cranked to 11.... You know, there's a good sized area on either side of our group where you can walk by. Shuffling along, two inches behind, is not going to make me walk any faster.


4) The song by Hinder that begins with the line "I think you can do much better than me." It always reminds me that yes I can, and I change the station. What the hell kind of opening line is that?

5) So you graduated from university. Awe-SOME! Now it's time to get a job with all that accumulated knowledge that you paid out the ass for. You can get a job just about anywhere now. It needn't be a stellar, career-setting occupation to start with. Just start browsing Monster for things you're qualified to do. And you never know, you might get lucky and actually find something great.....

But oh.... Why the sad face? Why the depressed blog entries? Why the bemoaning of capitalism, federalism, fate, private enterprise, individualism and gasoline? Why the penniless bank account and mattress in brother's garage? WHY ARE YOU ON MYSPACE AND NOT ON CRAIGSLIST!

Sitting on your butt and listening to "Waiting On The World To Change" means that your unemployment is your own fault. So you decided (in all your nineteen year old wisdom) to major in Fine Arts. Dumb choice, yeah, but there are always jobs. Assistant to the Assistant Deputy Advertising Intern at the Puget Sound Flyer. Whatever. There's only one thing I know to be true and this is it: leaving tragic "status" messages on Facebook and crying about adulthood on myspace isn't helping. You have a degree. Use it. What the Hell.... ( I guess I kind of went off a bit on that one....my bad!)

Anyway, In conclusion... let just call today... "WHAT THE HELL" Day.....

Sigh...

LATE!
Kelly K