Lindsay gets all sort of annoyed.

Normally I don't think too much about the fact that I'm Jewish - it's much more of a heritage thing than a practicing thing for me. The times that I do tend to think about it are when there are blatant Christian symbols forced upon me. Even this I tend to take with a (very large) grain of salt, as many have simply come into our popular culture and are used in a secular manner. I let go what I don't like, embrace what I want, and hope that everyone else is having a grand old time. I know that I'm in the minority, I'm okay with that, and I've never really cared to get into debates with anyone about faith - I find that the I live my life, you ive yours works darn well most of the time.

But Angelashane, you REALLY try my patience.

I'm tempted to write a slur of expletives for not understanding one millionth of anything in this world beyond the grasp of your own tiny mind. And coming back later to try and save face for your idiotic comments only served to prove again how incredibly immature and ignorant you are. You really want to discover why people are so inflamed at your posts? Here's a clue: go somewhere else for your information; don't go to the same places and the same people you've always gone to, because you'll get the same type of answers. If you really want to find out if what you wrote is offensive, just listen to the people you offended to find out why. The thought of you raising another person with your views is disheartening for everything this country stands for.

Lindsay predicts that working here next Fall will suck.

My good friend at work, Sandra, is leaving at the end of next week to take another position. We've recruited together for four years, and spent many a day in San Francisco or San Diego in each other's company, and many, many, many hours together at recruiting fairs and driving in her car. I'm so depressed. I honestly can't fathom doing it without her next Fall, and I'm heartbroken that I'm going to lose her company. Sandra's one of those rare people that everyone loves knowing. She's in her 50's, is Japanese from Hawai'i, and has the most beautiful personality - it's like her smile conveys warmth to everyone she speaks to. She's great at her job, knows everyone everywhere, and always keeps people motivated. I know we'll stay in contact, but it's not going to be the same.

Where Lindsay wonders what the heck is going on.

Seriously, is there something in the water right now? Some sort of chemical we're ingesting or some kind of airborne pathogen we're breathing in together that's making every freaking person I'm in contact with today upset? Is any one happy today? Everyone I speak to or read is dealing with something.

Or am I just PMSing something fierce.

Lindsay flounders in the Wake of Hatefullness and Idiocy.

Good lord. If I ever do something so freaking moronic as post to her journal again someone just knock me upside the head and follow that up with a singing tirade on the fruitlessness of trying to explain that which can never be explained to children.

Me, stooooopid? Why yes. But I can sling it back as good as it comes, baby.

::calm blue ocean, clear blue waters::