Right so my sister is trying to get a promotion with a job she has been at for about ten years. They are putting her through the formal traffic of ... frankly bullshit. A background check..... like from birth. She is sweating this. To me, if she hasn't stolen or otherwise been a cunt in ten years this is a waste of taxpayer money. All the same, it's gone down and my advise, with a decent amount of law classes has been simple. She starts to break down her entire history as though I don't know her, conversation went like this.
"What about ..." she asks.... I stop her.
"You were a juvenile, inadmissible." I say before she has a chance to talk about shit neither of us want to.
"They asked if I ever went to parties."
"Like balloons and little kid shit or balls out heroin and bitches holding other bitches hair in the bathroom? Who are these people? You have to recount every huzzah you ever attended? How much this gig pay?"
"They also asked if I ever was in the presence of drugs."
I pause... then ask well, what fucking kind? I mean, just saying.... if you are going to bust my chops like I'm about to be arrested, please be specific, are you talking about snorting coke off a passed out hooker in a dimly lit bathroom or....aspirin, I need that distinction. But I know this will not not help her chances at the promotion and the most obvious reason I do not have state job, because yes I would have quite likely said the above because it is the dumbest shit I have ever heard.
She replied "Any drug."
I immediately advised she say she was Mormon and home schooled. Never seen a pill in her fucking life. Doesn't even have television so is only vaguely aware of western medicine. They eat roots and leaves for immunity to disease and ailments.
Throw a religious card, you are golden. I don't like it but in the face of stupidity.... counter it with something even more stupid, then stand by it so strong without blinking that the other person is actually considering the possibility of religious persecution charges in the legal world of "everyone hates me and my god." It might cost the job consideration, but in my mind....the last thing I would say on exit of interview would have been "My religious beliefs will not be an influence to my capacity to perform this job, and I hope that is not a part of your consideration." Just be extra fucking scary.
I also advised that if she did get the job and was caught throwing an F bomb around to simply toss herself to the floor and start conjuring Jesus, proclaiming an angry caller channeled the word through her, and beg forgiveness. Not no one will ever fuck with you again, but watch your mouth. Can't be calling Jesus like he has a hotline yo.
Now while I did tell her all of this, I did also say it's not the immediate go to, but as her minister I would gladly defend her rights. She decided that at no cost would she say she was Mormon. Lol, I understood but said "never know when your standards lower...."
Amen.
- JM
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Let her go....
I just like it. I like it many. Very many. Pulls on my heart strings in good ways, and also goodbye-ways. It's stabby bitter wonderful, and quite..... yeah. Lyrics my love as always. Much adore....
-JM
-JM
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Bonny Swan
Alas, I bring new. I shelter my love for this artist because.... just because. But Loreena is the most amazing story teller of the Irish. Below is a song that moves me always. It's a fable, and a very good one. please hear it out, Promise you will love. Twice, if not more. It's heavy and so gooooood. Start song then read lyrics as you go... (its at the bottom) Trust me, it has a fucked up twist. But so painfully beautiful. Start song then read, she sometimes hard to decipher.
A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
With a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
With a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
With a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
With a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
With a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
With a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o
A farmer there lived in the north country
A hey ho bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
A hey ho bonny o
The eldest pushed the youngest in
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand
With a hey ho a bonny o
And I will give you house and land
The swans swim so bonny o
I'll give you neither hand nor glove
With a hey ho a bonny o
Unless you give me your own true love
The swans swim so bonny o
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Until she came to a miller's dam
The swans swim so bonny o
The miller's daughter, dressed in red
With a hey ho and a bonny o
She went for some water to make some bread
The swans swim so bonny o
Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan
With a hey ho and a bonny o
It's very like a gentle woman
The swans swim so bonny o
They placed her on the bank to dry
With a hey ho and a bonny o
There came a harper passing by
The swans swim so bonny o
He made harp pins of her fingers fair
With a hey ho and a bonny o
He made harp strings of her golden hair
The swans swim so bonny o
He made a harp of her breast bone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play alone
The swans swim so bonny o
He brought it to her father's hall
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And there was the court, assembled all
The swans swim so bonny o
He laid the harp upon a stone
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And straight it began to play lone
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my father the King
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And yonder sits my mother the Queen
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my brother Hugh
With a hey ho and a bonny o
And by him William, sweet and true
The swans swim so bonny o
And there does sit my false sister, Anne
With a hey ho and a bonny o
Who drowned me for the sake of a man
The swans swim so bonny o
Friday, September 4, 2015
Say say Say
Potential again repeat, but if so you needed it. A beatle and Micheal????? Jesus. You can't rate any higher for me, I got both my genre in one song - JM
-ps I miss you Michael. All the hearts.
Thursday, September 3, 2015
If I could....
Potential repeat. This the hippy Jeni in me. I could twirl all day in glitter and make belief rainbows. I do also highly agree with the sentiment all day every day. This song knows best. It's us. - JM
Because...
Because at full blast this will change your view and everything else. Lyric it up, powerful and might be good timing. To me light, is seeing a change. Really, listen to lyrics.
"No Light, No Light"
"No Light, No Light"
You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you're the start
You're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'Cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say.
- JM
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you're the start
You're my head, you're my heart
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
Would you leave me,
If I told you what I've done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I've become?
'Cause it's so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it's so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away
And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
How shit goes....One more night... no.
I was married prior to mister. For about five years. Never liked him and have no clue why I married or stayed. My mother was beside herself, and at one time came to our home because I'd called saying please help me. I ran her off that night because he said he was going to kill all my dogs, this was easily 11pm and she was scared for me. You know this story. I let it be, then left the following day with all my dogs in a tiny geo metro hatchback. the shit that followed I try not to remember.
Chris White, son if Michael Bianco told me one day that his girl had left him, but that she had written a letter saying he never once hit her. Because yeah, that's what battered bitches do under duress. I sorry Chris, but nonsense. No one does writes a he didn't hit me letter. My last night left me with three broken ribs and a case of anger I still haven't sorted out. We fought a lot more than I'll ever tell, I box better than I look. It was a sickness and that is when I decided I needed the sock. It's not easy being in an abusive relationship, from either side. I can say I hit him good enough that I earned those broken ribs. Bygones fuckers, I don't like to hit but I'll break my hand forever if ever hurt me that bad and say you gonna kill my kids, I flung at him hard, really hard for the little bitch I am. He was bleeding good, and that's when he hit my ribs. I regret nothing other than his stupidity to get aggressive. I would not have swung had he not threatened - and he MEANT it, to hurt the dogs. I'd had enough. I fully admit I went at him hard, full beat box, gorging eyes and swinging at nose. I am not a hitter normally, I do better by words, but I had simply been pushed too far and went at him like a banshee. He came back at me etc. Ribs heal, memories are a bit harder. I'm older now, handle myself better but heh, I'd box that fucker again, I know from experience he is a sloppy fighter. :) And no, I didn't win that battle but I fought my little wings out.
- JM
Chris White, son if Michael Bianco told me one day that his girl had left him, but that she had written a letter saying he never once hit her. Because yeah, that's what battered bitches do under duress. I sorry Chris, but nonsense. No one does writes a he didn't hit me letter. My last night left me with three broken ribs and a case of anger I still haven't sorted out. We fought a lot more than I'll ever tell, I box better than I look. It was a sickness and that is when I decided I needed the sock. It's not easy being in an abusive relationship, from either side. I can say I hit him good enough that I earned those broken ribs. Bygones fuckers, I don't like to hit but I'll break my hand forever if ever hurt me that bad and say you gonna kill my kids, I flung at him hard, really hard for the little bitch I am. He was bleeding good, and that's when he hit my ribs. I regret nothing other than his stupidity to get aggressive. I would not have swung had he not threatened - and he MEANT it, to hurt the dogs. I'd had enough. I fully admit I went at him hard, full beat box, gorging eyes and swinging at nose. I am not a hitter normally, I do better by words, but I had simply been pushed too far and went at him like a banshee. He came back at me etc. Ribs heal, memories are a bit harder. I'm older now, handle myself better but heh, I'd box that fucker again, I know from experience he is a sloppy fighter. :) And no, I didn't win that battle but I fought my little wings out.
- JM
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