jianantonic | Struggling With the Miracle of Existence

The unfortunate side of being passionate about everything in life (well, let's say "many more things than average") is that you get your heart broken harder and more frequently than most. Though, I guess it doesn't matter if it's more or less than anyone else - getting your heart broken sucks sweaty balls. I'm feeling a little (okay, a lot) heartbroken this morning. I'm not sure when it'll pass, but I suppose one day it will.

The plan was to come throw myself into work and forget about it, but thanks to a power outage this weekend, my work stuff all has to scan itself before it will reopen for me and this is taking for ev er. So, I guess I'll just write an emo blog or something.

I really hate that term and its associations, though, so in the effort of perking up, I'll tell two stories of awesomeness from this weekend.

On our way to Hunt Valley, some random guy in a Benz pulled up next to us and honked. When I looked over at him, he pointed to the back of my car (the rear is plastered in peacenik bumper stickers) and gave me a peace sign. That really, really warmed my heart.

Then on our way back from Hunt Valley, we stopped for dinner at a Ruby Tuesday. We were seated next to a family with 3 boys, a plastic mom, and an asshole dad. Most of our dinner conversation involved analyzing their lives in snarky ways. When the server came to take their order, the kids all ordered burgers.
Server: How would you like those?
Dad: Medium.
Middle child: (really whiny and annoying) No! I wanted large!

Awesome.

Okay, workstuff's back up.

Peace.