Josh's Pink Library

My list of things you STOP doing

1.) Tattle-telling. Really? REALLY?? You are in your mid-forties and you are going to tattle on me. REALLY? Get a @$#&((%$ life. P.S. If you want to escalate something to my boss... you better make sure you have some ground to stand on.

2.) Inviting me to white elephant parties. I'm sorry people. I don't own garbage. I don't retain things. I put things down and throw things away. Also, invites where I have to go buy a gift, but only spend $10 (sorry Marc-y) just mean I have to go buy some garbage for somebody and then receive some garbage from somebody else. As of this moment, I'm not participating in these types of parties ever again. EVER. I mean it.

3.) Sending mean spirited, antagonistic, or plain ol' rude emails about the food drive "contest". Two things on this really. (OH MY GOD... a list within a list. I think its a first) 1.) Your rude emails do not make me want to donate to our food drive any more. In fact, your rude emails have discouraged me from donating. I donated, 10 pounds of food, to the over all company drive... but I just did not want to participate in the department food drive because of you. Congrats. 2.) This is a @^%$*( FOOD DRIVE. Did you have to make it a competition? Tell me, why did you think that was the best idea? In the (*Y(%*1#@#$^ spirit of the season, or in the spirit of charity and doing good to your fellow man, do you think it might have been better to all work together as a team to meet the goal? Instead of pitting us against each other. Way to ruin it. Congrats.

4.) Bringing/leaving me treats. They are delicious. And yet, I find myself at a time right now were I feel as though I am not doing so well physically. I'm not making the progress that I want. I am a bit depressed about it... and then along comes the cookie. It just makes it harder.

5.) Stop voting for this to win So You Think You Can Dance.



Really America? You had this beautiful dancer that should have won.


Jakob was absolutely beautiful to watch dance. Normally, I'll admit, I watch the women... except when Jakob danced. I couldn't take my eyes away from how beautiful he was. I mean... C'mon. This dance alone. America... you = fail.