People People.

Some people are really special. I mean REally. My roomate most specifically, who is a friend of mine and who gets a fucking awesome deal on rent might I add, is apparently so special that he no longer needs to respect anyone else.

I have been hurt by many people in my life, but it always stings the most when someone seems to have it out for you for no good reason. And it is always worse when you find these things out from someone else.

I dont need to get into the nitty gritty, but to say the least I am not on his top five list anymore. The point I am trying to make with all of this is that in life one thing is real fucking important...dont go out like a chump.

...It is not okay to send an email to someone in the same room with you because you are too puss to bring something up to their face.

...It is not okay to badmouth someone to their own group of friends.

...For crying out loud, it is not okay for 28 year olds to act like 6th grade school girls.

I hope that he is happy moving in with his girlfriend who he has known for 6 months.

Just needed to vent.

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Hello Everyone.

Last night I was looking at someone's wrist and noticed that they were wearing one of the new, ever-so-hip rubber bracelets.

Yippie...This bracelet was to 'support our troops'. I support our troops as well, but I'll bet all of them could give a fuck less if someone spends a few bucks on a piece of rubber. These people are in the middle of the desert getting shot at, we on the other hand are keeping the fashion world going at home in 'support of them'. Someone is getting rich.

Nuff said. Consumers will buy anything. I prefer to spend my few bucks on beer.

God Bless America.

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Every day I say that I will update this fine blog, and everyday I do not. Until today. And I would not bother reading, cause it ain't nuthin special.

I just returned from a trip to Salt Lake. A big trade show/party occured and to say the least, it was fun. A quick summary...Drive in late on Thursday go to party with free booze, DJ, and kayak videos, wake up at 6 to go to boring seminar with dorky marketing guy, go to meetings all day, after 12 hours of this and no trip back to room go out and party with 37 year old boss, watch all girl AC/DC tribute band called Hells Bells, meet dreamy girl at concert, fall in love, go to sleep, get up again at 7, meetings all day, nap, go out to dinner alone and meet the producer of Good Morning America at the bar, party with models in bikinis and consume more free drinks, go to late night rave at top of tallest building in SLC, go home, wake up at 7 for more meetings, chill out in the afternoon, go out for $150 sushi dinner on ABC tab with ABC producer from the night before, hang with dreamy girl later, decide to move to SLC, wake up, drive home alone in all-black jetta with no AC with windows down at 90 MPH, arrive home deaf.

Here I am now with my head spinning and all I have to say is, when is the next one? People in the outdoor sports industry are nuts and truly made this weekend great, free drinks, free music and entertainment, free gear. I can't complain.

My clients pay me about half as much as other designers in other industries, but there is no doubt I would rather be having this much fun than getting a fatter check. Fuck corporate bullshit jobs. I wouldn't trade this one for a thorobread clidesdale. Life is good.

Anne Lynn is Puss

Why is it that just when I decide to join the ever so hip world of blogging...my favorite blogger decides she needs a hiatus.

To welcome myself to the raging new trend of bored people posting heaps of world changing information all over the web, I will start a short list of rules.

Blogging Rules.
1) If you are cool enough of a blogger to have someone start a review about you, you can't stop blogging until they do.

2) Don't let your family start reading your blog...Anne.

3) Cut the ACRONYMS, I don't know what they mean and they remind me of a gay chat room I went to back in 87 on PClink, if any of you bloggers have had a puter long enough to know what that is.

4) Please do not waste time reading my blog, it will only make me spend more time I do not have playing on the computer. Plus, keep in mind I am an idiot.

5) Anne, you are one of the coolest people I know. Stop being so hard on yourself. Keep writing your blog, it is good.