Category Archives: NH Higher Ed

Anti-Social Social Security

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KBR: Kickbacks, Bribes, Ripoffs & War Racketeering (g1a2d0043c1) (Photo credit: watchingfrogsboil)

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Paying taxes is required for both citizens and...

Paying taxes is required for both citizens and non-citizens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One very intelligent reader/follower/fellow blogger states:
“How can the government not do background checks on ‘these’ volunteers? The AmeriCorps? The VISTA‘? The FEMA‘s? Doesn’t seem to make sense if you say, someone is currently volunteering to help the poor and yet haven’t paid taxes for a year!”
Well, it is pretty simple and an even dumb and dumber equation when it comes to the U.S., government.
If you speak out too much about anything that seems to be amiss in regards to a statement and/or act committed by these Bimbo’s and Narcissistic Politicians that manage to buy a vote into a seat filled with grainy and misjudged ideas set about by our forefathers…if a tax paying citizen causes too much of a ruckus;
that person is considered an extremist, too far to the right, too far to the left, a liberal lumberjack with an axe to grind.
Example:
“I’m so excited. I just go that job I told you about. The one I found on Craig’s list. It seems legit and I’m getting paid $15.00 an hour under the table. If I can’t make the art…I at least can be close to it by posing nude.”
Quote unquote from our Anti-Hero, Ambien/Annie the not so full of Grace Couvillion.
I still find it strange that not only did the pay get slipped to her odd and illegal ways. But there were other adults involved that work for the New Hampshire Highed Education System and not only did they condone the behavior, they bought her a robe for when the winds of travesty changed.
I have paid taxes for 30 years…And, I am not even sure if social security wants to hang around long enough for me to collect it…say by the time I’m 90? But yeah, I have an axe to grind. And, it is called, white folks with a dime will never pay for the crime.

Good to not be Home

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The Healing of America

Home is not where the heart is. It never has been. Auburn Street Concord New Hampshire, not At Home!

It is by far the most pretentious and stereotypical white bread neighborhood north of the Mississippi and south of the Canadian border.
So, stay and be miserable? . I’m not trying to be mean but the homophobia and finger pointing is beyond compare. I don’t think I’ve ever been happy there. Not with the forced gratuities on the Cape with Marcie the Super Cousin. Not with the faculty from State of New Nowhere University. Not with Mother Theresa offering up my lack of accomplishments like hor- d’oeuvres at a UNH X-mas party for passed on professors.
Something I don’t share….I cry every night before bed…I am indeed what most men would want to take home to meet their mothers. Quiet and stupid without authority.
In May, the progress I’ve made will revert back to, yes, Mum. No, Daddy! Did I clean my room? Yes, now can I go out and play…no, I promise I’ll only hang out with myself and not come in contact with anyone who has different beliefs than I. Or, should I say, you?
I will hoard dirty dishes, I will eat like no tomorrow, I will mistake my pills for PRN’s and I will avoid anything referring to adulthood.
This will be the course of action that Ambien Grace will take from the moment she unhooks herself from a free volunteering ride and sets sail upon the distant shore of fantasy movies and bad hair music. The thoughts will come back as they always do…
Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if I found a new home? How would I go about making a new home? I have no skills other than basic ideas on how to take pictures of trees. I don’t do well in crowds or speaking to others for extended periods of time. I slur my speech and on frequent occasions, I stutter. Anxiety is what my mother builds her hold over me with.
To top it off, I’ve become the Blob in the movie, Weird Science! Larger than fiction and most certainly, truthfully fat am I. Giving up smoking is one thing but this I didn’t bargain for. The dimples have left my cheeks and moved south to the other cheeks. My breasts are in need of a motorized Scooter and for the most part, I’ve seem to have lost the willingness to care about any of it.
I went to a spot today to try and find me but…
I went to the only spot I could think of you possibly being at.
Of course. You weren’t there. But I actually tried for once in my life. Because you mean the world to me
Sorry my sentence is horrible…I’m sorta crying…

Needless to say, I didn’t find me.

back rooms and alley ways of a homophobic America

back rooms and alley ways of a homophobic America

Quick question for the fans of Ambien Grace:
If your heart knows you better than you know yourself…how can that be if you are heartless?

Gibberish and other Kinds of Love

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there is no such thing as a freak...some of just require more attention then others

there is no such thing as a freak…some of just require more attention then others

To be distracted from one’s goal in life is to be…well, stupid!  Most think of my generation and particularly, owner’s of Ambien bodies and minds, as lost without a cause.  Similar to wandering ’round in the English language, making a mockery of it and giving up on stuffs that are just too difficult to follow.

My mind is not a parachute it is never open and therefore, my thoughts fall to the ground like scattered sedatives from a bottle with no message in it.  English is not my native tongue.  Gibberish laced in acronyms has become my generations say so.

Monday morning, I eat my big breakfast with some other big girls.  I walk around and attempt to look like I’m exercising my right to be fat.  Our volunteered to uncover the vast wasteland of ignorant debutantes, supervisor, mentor and ‘friend’ when issues arise; readies the orders for the week.

Perhaps, scrubbing graffiti of the under side of bridges or making friendship bracelets for old ladies in nursing homes.  But before I go with my tans and my blues, a thought for the day:

How do you make love stay?

1. Tell love you are going to Junior’s Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if loves stays, it can have half. It will stay.

2. Tell love you want a memento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a moustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.

3. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.

I think everyone should learn from my mistakes.  Love and Ambien Grace do not mix.

State Your University, Dummy

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“The great aim of education is not knowledge but action.” by Herbert Spencer.

 

I almost never drop comments, but after browsing a few of the comments on this page Staking Claim to Clueless-ness | randomwordbyruth. I do have a couple of questions for you if you tend not to mind. Is it only me or does it appear like some of the remarks look like they are left by brain dead folks? :-P And, if you are writing at additional online sites, I would like to follow everything fresh you have to post. Could you post a list of every one of your social community pages like your LinkedIn profile, Facebook page or twitter feed?

'Trooper died..thought you should know.' 'Too bad'-Ambien Grace

‘Trooper died..thought you should know.’
‘Too bad’-Ambien Grace

Dear Follower and Lover of Linguistically Engaging Ideals;
It is unfortunate that my blog. My news. My thoughts are generally vacant. I am after all, Ambien, the Annie C., Grace.
I had been educated at the University of New Hampshire. Yet, somehow in those four years I only walked away with a hangover.
I don’t really stand for anything. Much like the bombers of Boston; there is no aim to my illiterate poisonous arrow. So, as far as, lobotomies are concerned, I earned that degree a long time ago. I only publish in hopes to scare away the other conforming homophobic, socially inept cowards that live amongst.
I know I’m deadly by reason of my own insanity.
One perfect example of my lack of hygiene and carelessness for the world:
I had found myself romantically attached to a woman, who shall remain known only as, the married psycho-bitch.
In the course of one month with her…This is what I had to put up with-
Her mother almost died twice. Her lover was living her. Her wife was kicking her skinny white ass out of the house. She had developed Lyme disease and her cat died.
I just couldn’t stand the shit she was pulling…Get what I mean?
I have no island to call my own for I am the oil spill that is washed up on the shore!
P.S.
It isn’t you…Most of those surrounding the wise are just hangin’ on for the crumbs that fall to the ground.

 

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a Me Junkie?

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Self Absorbed Junkie

To anyone wanting to do drugs. Take it from me, I’ve tried booze, oxy, Trazodone (which I still abuse) and every white pill in between. Weed, nah, I only do that when it’s offered.
The only true drug out there. The one that always comes through in the end. The one with a  high that is beyond stupidity and the low that so far out reaching life’s limitations…
From the little neighborhood in Concord NH dressed up in political correctness. To the broken cobblestone streets of Durham NH and everywhere in between.
If you are white, well fed and playing dead…
You are your drug of choice. Just because I’m white doesn’t mean I can read. And, just because I’m half cocked on a diploma with Fine Art written all over it doesn’t mean, I ain’t styling in stupidity like the poor slobs I’m helping down here in the South, ya’all!

All hail the higher, I’m higher every day and there is a will
there is a skill, a powder, a pill to make me stay that way.
Happiness for a day or 2, that’s my limit, I’m a junkie how ’bout you?
Someday I’m gonna blow and when I do, happiness for a day or 2!

Down here for worship, I’m higher every day and even though I pray…
How much I pray, how much I pray that I don’t stay that way…
Now, happiness for a day or 2, that’s my limit, I’m a junkie how ’bout you?
Someday I’m gonna blow and when I do, happiness… (Happy now?)

I was hey, I was well on my way, yes I, I was hey, I was well on my way to the sun, to fun

I don’t think I wanna know..

Happiness for a day or 2, that’s my limit, I’m a junkie how ’bout you?
Someday I’m gonna blow and when I do, I have the happiness just like you.

Got the weekend off from volunteering so I thought I’d put some ideas down in text..mull them over and keep adding to the book.
Travels with Ambien Grace and Beckett Couvillion the third!