I would have ruled this world too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!
Wednesday, August 30, 2006


*quickie update* - as I am writing this, Ernesto path is calculated to come right over the top of the f'n house. I refuse to turn the air conditioner off - I want to revel in it, wallow in it, freeze to death. Because I KNOW this storm is coming here and air conditioning is going to be a thing of the past.

The following email was making the rounds today....I got included quite by accident. Here it is transcribed in its entirety including the bolded part....not my bolding:

ometime today in your spare time please take a "moment of silence" to remember our people that lost there lives in the Gulf Coast to Hurriance Katrina, Today is the 1 yr anniversary,as we all know we can not depend on the president or government for anything or to make this a memorial day like 9/11, please forward to all of our brother and sisters..thnks

Whaaaa? Okay, first of all, my feelings were hurt. I know what the hell that meant. Then I'm like.....wait a minute! Plenty of white people died in Hurricane Katrina, didn't they? Just as plenty of black people died on 9/11, I'm sure. I was puzzled by the differentiation between the two tragedies.

And since when is 9/11 a "memorial day"? I certainly don't get that day off of work, do you? The only thing that was different (in my case), was that first year after 9/11, they did ask for a moment of silence during the time the attacks took place. After that, we were on our own as far as any memorializing. Perhaps there should have been a nationally-sanctioned "moment of silence" for the Katrina victims today.

I won't even go into the "depending on the President or government for anything" part, because Stew and Greg will take care of all that in the comments. ;-)

I was just shocked though. I understand that black people are still angry about the slow response to Katrina but I had no idea there was division regarding the tragedy itself. The email somehow implies that Katrina was a "black tragedy" and that 9/11 was a "white tragedy"......what are your thoughts on this email?

*and if Ernesto hits here, it is going to be a "Brenda tragedy"*

Tuesday, August 29, 2006


I am on a roll. Last night I was laying on my bed, writing my deepest most innermost emo thoughts in my journal when I fell asleep. While in my dream world I must have been called upon to avenge the entire planet....because I kicked and rolled and generally raised hell. How do I know I did this? Because when I fell asleep, my pen fell to the bed and the ink ended up all over my sheets and all over me. I managed to get the ink off of me but I don't know what's going to happen with the sheets.

I think I am going to spend the rest of this week just sitting in front of the TV, not moving an inch. At least until Ernesto shows up and knocks my power out for 7 freaking days. I already know its going to hit North Carolina....because I don't really have a lot of disposable income at this moment to prepare properly. And that's just the way my luck has been running.

Sunday, August 27, 2006


I went to get my hair done on Saturday and I decided to get a permanent so I could roll my hair and have a little more body to it.

Oh my God. D-i-s-a-s-t-e-r.

I looked just like Bon Jovi circa 1986. Or Duff from Guns n' Roses circa 1991. I tried rolling it on the hot curlers and....oh my God, it was even worse. And I was very scared, because it looked frazzled and cooked to the root. I was going to HAVE to get something done...more hair would have to be cut....and I had already made up my mind I was going to have to go "lesbian chic".

Luckily for the salon I am easy-going and not prone to panic, as many women I know are. Seriously, this was hollerin' screamin' suing hair. I called my hair stylist and told her I needed an appointment FIRST THING Tuesday...because they don't work on Mondays. I was already planning to call in sick on Monday but my stylist said to meet her at the salon and I took her right up on that. When she saw me...I said hello and she's like..."you're going to need some more of that cut off" and I'm like "yeaaaah...."

But somehow she did it. Thank goodness my hair was pretty long to begin with. She was able to cut in more layers and she put some kind of perm damage treatment on it and it looks fine. Its shoulder length, a little bit shorter than I wanted but at this point I DON'T CARE. My hair grows fast so everything is going to be okay.

Friday, August 25, 2006


I had someone question my honesty and/or integrity recently and it stung me to the bone. A few tears were shed in privacy.

I'm not above a little white lie....the kind you tell to be sociable or to spare someone's feelings. Examples:
1. "Why yes! I DO like Hootie and the Blowfish!"
2. "I DID watch American Idol last night for about 5 minutes! Then company showed up!"
3. "Sparkle, that tank top with the rib cage and bleeding heart is such a fashionably SMART choice!"

I only ever cheated twice in my life. One was on a typing test in 8th grade. How do you cheat on a typing test? Never mind. But let's just say it tore my nerves up so bad that I vowed never to cheat on a test again.

The other time I cheated.....I cheated on my boyfriend with my husband. Crazy, isn't it? But I was still married to him and it seemed like church-sanctioned cheating or something. But once again, I learned my lesson in sleepless nights and self-loathing.

So I always try to play it straight in all things in life, all the time, always. I feel better when I do. I want to be great because I am great, not because I lied, cheated and stole to become great. My word is all I have that is valuable and I try to conduct myself in a way where that attitude comes through.

But yeah, I had someone question my integrity. I can't really say what happened because this IS the internet....but it really hurt me. Fortunately, I was able to back up everything with hard documented evidence....and the "accuser" ended up looking quite a bit silly actually....but the damage is kind of done. Of course I will get over it and I'll never hate anybody....but I know there will always be a small part of me that will never be able to completely relax with this person again.

*sound of toilet flushing*

Thursday, August 24, 2006


Leave it to Tom Cruise to go and get himself booted from his Paramount contract right when I decide to take a blogging vacation. I can't believe they actually kicked him out on his Top Gun ass.

You know, people having misfortune usually makes me feel sad and compassionate....what is it about this man that makes me go "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" That's not very nice. But it feels so right.

So now the world waits with baited breath for Suri Cruise photos. I've heard all kinds of crazy theories....everything from Suri Cruise is really African American to that Suri Cruise has never existed and Tom will be announcing that Suri has died in order to win public sympathy. What will happen next?

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


Hi you guys. I feel the need for a short internet vacay. I'm feeling frustrated. Please check back, okay?

Monday, August 21, 2006


I am going to totally steal my gal LIZ's idea and make a blog entry in honor of the "SNAKES ON A PLANE" movie....Snake Stories!!!

Story #1 - When I was a little kid, my cousin and I were in a old shed rummaging around when I spotted a snake peeking out, almost at my foot! I jumped so hard...my leg went up into the air and I almost did a complete backflip and some serious brain damage (a.k.a. drain brammage). I think I scared the snake more than he scared us.

Story #2 - Me and one of my childhood friends were walking in the woods behind my house when I spotted a snake peeking out of the brush (they're always peeking!). My friend totally lost her shit, in a total out of her head screaming panic. I had to plot an escape route for her through the woods. This was my first experience in saving someone...a scenario I was to repeat over and over, ad nauseum, in my life.

Story #3 - My cousin and I (same cousin) were playing at her house. Her dad went into the loft of an old storage barn to get something while we played under the tin awning. Unaware that we were down there, Uncle Punk (yep) saw a chicken snake, grabbed a shovel and threw the snake out, where it slid down the awning and landed on my foot. In other words, a snake fell from the sky and landed on my foot....then poised into strike position!!!! You have never seen a child haul ass like I did. I think that occurrence actually did a little psychological damage to me...I've never been able to FULLY relax either physically or emotionally since then.

Story #4 - Many years later, my daughter comes home with a ball python. I totally lost it and I couldn't even tell my blogging audience about it until weeks after the fact. I HATED that snake. But slowly....ever so slowly, I started to like him. He's cute when he yawns and I like it when he peeks out of his rock at me. "Mouse? Are you bringing me a mouse? Where my mouse at?" However I have no desire to touch his snakie ass.

Our actual Snakie, when he was just a little baby....

And I promise not to take him on a plane.

Friday, August 18, 2006


The Jeff Tweedy show was great, just like everyone said it would be. It was awesome to hear those songs stripped down to just him and the guitar on a nice summer night in an intimate setting. Sparkle and Ace went with me and they were freaking out. Not on Jeff Tweedy though.

They were fascinated with all the hippies.

I went to see Wilco last year at Raleigh Memorial Auditorium and there weren't a bunch of hippies there....a few Alt Country nerds maybe but no hippies. But put Jeff Tweedy at an art museum amphitheater and the hippies will come out of their communes in droves. Woah! No one was in tye-dye....but there were plenty of flowing skirts, mandals (man sandals), long hair and just a general aura of "peace, man" about the place. The museum serves wine, too, so there were some really drunk hippies there. The people next to us were having a picnic and the main course was hummus. Sparkle and Ace were about to bust a gut laughing, especially when Ace decides to give a loud speech about how he had an uncontrollable urge to cut a tree down and how one day HIS kids will wear non-biodegradable diapers. These damn kids, can't take 'em anywhere.

But the most amazing moment was when the show started. I'm all into it and starting to get that music buzz on....and right across the way from us...I swear upon all that is true....a lady starts going through the trash to get all the cans and bottles out for recycling. WTF!!!! And I was getting REALLY pissy because all I can hear is.....

Jeff: "I am an
Woman: *clank!*
Jeff: American
Woman: *crash!*
Jeff: aquarium drinker.."
Woman: *rattle!* *slam!*

It was like she decided "Hey! The show's started, time to slam cans!" I was about to have a fit and she did it like 3 times during the show. I wanted to raise some hell about it so bad but my inner polite southern belle remained firmly in control. I mean, I'm all for recycling....but why not at least wait till the end of the show? And all those hippies were just peaceful as could be, no one said a word to her. It would not have been very John Lennonesque to have gotten pissy with her, I guess. "All we are saying....is give Dumpster Diving a chance!"

So. That was that, the show was great, and Sparkle and Ace got a taste of a whole other culture. And that whole other culture got a big dose of them. And we're all going to go back soon for an actual day in the museum. All is peaceful, man.

I'll see you on your blog this weekend!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


What a busy week so far! Before I get started, let me tell you that I probably won't have a blog post tomorrow. Unless I sneak one in while I'm at work. Don't count on it. Because tonight is the Jeff Tweedy solo show and I'm really excited about it. I've seen Wilco before...loved 'em....so I'm stoked about this.
Also, I took college placement exams Tuesday night....extreme stress! More on that later, too.
And finally - update on the hornet - I was able to lure him outside before he met his nuclear fate!

This story concerns an incident involving my ex-boyfriend. I'm not saying which one but I'll give you a hint....I broke up with him because he would never shut up.

So one night I was over at He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's house, and he started talking (of course) about his Grandfather and his Grandfather's war experiences. It seems "Granddaddy" served as an infantryman in World War II and was real damn good at it. He killed a lot of German men. Apparently Granddaddy had a dark side, too. When he killed Germans, he also plundered them and took their jewelry, medals, any cash they might have had....just whatever. He-Whose-Name-I-Never-Speak went into his closet and brought this huge box out and we looked through it. It was all of Granddaddy's "war trophies".

There were rings and rings and more rings. There were rings symbolizing involvement in masonry and other groups I couldn't tell what they were. There were rings that were awarded for atheletic excellence in some kind of German sports competition that appeared to be similar to the Olympics. There were wedding rings, which I found particularly sad. There were medals which were issued to German men in World War I. These medals indicated the men's names...these were real men....men that might still mean the world to somebody somewhere. There were several German Iron Crosses....most of them indicated they were received in World War I....but there was one World War II German Iron Cross. The Unnamed One said that Hitler always personally awarded the Iron Cross. I don't know if that's true but I held it in my hand and it felt evil, if that's possible. And then there was the money....money from Germany, Polish money, Japanese money, money that I didn't know where the hell it was from...coins...and a huge wad of bills that were bound together and beginning to crumble from age. And finally, a silver German sword, taken from a soldier as he lay dead somewhere. I held it and wondered if anyone had lost their life to its blade.

The whole thing was disturbing. I know our soldiers were required to do unthinkable things...yet I would like to think that most still had enough integrity left that they would not plunder a dead man's body for money and trinkets. Or am I just being naive? Then there was the spooky feeling of handling objects that were taken from real men, dead men. Enemy or not, most of those were people just like you and me who had been propaganda-ised to death by a charismatic madman and felt like they were doing the right thing for their country. In some instances, some of those rings or medals might be the only thing left to symbolize that this person ever walked the Earth.

By that time, I also knew I was never going to marry the Unnamed One, so I breathed a sigh of relief that I was never going to have to live in a house with those objects.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


Somehow or other, a hornet the size of a small penis has gotten into the house. I was on the couch when I heard a helicopter directly over my head. I looked up and there was a Japanese hornet flying nonchalantly by....rating an impressive 15 to 20 decibels. Oh God, how I hate them! They're huge and they're ugly and they're always ready to give you the red hot poker. And at least one always manages to find his way into the house during the summer.

You can't just grab a fly-swatter and smack them. If you're going to hit one, you would do best to use a baseball bat. I don't have a lot of faith in my batting abilities when it comes to a hornet. I always keep a can of Raid, the kind you have to go to Home Depot garden center for, the kind that can spurt like 2 yards away.....which allows me to spray the hornet and still have enough time to run and lock myself in the bathroom. I do this because those hornets are sturdy creatures....they'll be sprayed with Raid and they're still coming after your ass until their fighting spirit is finally felled by the poison. And that can take awhile.

So, there's one in the house. And I'm out of Raid. And Home Depot is closed up tight for the evening. So I'm trying something different this time. I've put some sugar water in the microwave and left the door open. Now I'm going to wait patiently.

I'm estimating about 20 seconds on "HIGH" should do the trick.

Monday, August 14, 2006


This picture cracked me up - instant classic!

Yeah. So if you got weird comments on your blog from me on Friday night.....please know that I was inebriated from drinking some adult beverages. I'm just going to have to quit drinking altogether, it hits me too hard whenever I do. I was hungover all day Saturday....I haven't had a hangover in probably 10 years. And I was absolutely good for nothing that whole time. My head was killing me and all I could do was lay on the couch watching the Spongebob Squarepants marathon, fading in and out of consciousness until I began to feel human again. I didn't even get dressed until 7:00 p.m. and that was only because I was committed to buying lottery tickets for the Lottery Team at work. I guess I have to give mad props to all the alcoholics out there....how they can do something daily that is so totally destructive to the body's biological processes is beyond me.

This is your liver on alcohol. Swollen, gross and....SHINY.

So at some point I decided I was going to read blogs and comment. Because alcohol makes you discuss things so much more intelligently. Oh boy. And don't feel hurt if I didn't make it to your blog to leave a dumb comment....I never made it through my blogroll before I had to go to bed and sleep it off. I suggest everyone follow
STEW's wise advice....never, ever drink and blog. Just stay away from the whole computer.

Saturday, August 12, 2006


I would like to interrupt this weekend to pay tribute to Mike Douglas:

Mike Douglas was THE ultimate icon of Being-Out-Of-School-Sick-And-Its-Still-Too-Early-For-Sesame-Street-Television-Viewing. Remember kids, we only had 3 networks and Public Television back then. And we didn't watch NBC because it was UHF...whatever that means....but we had to readjust the TV antenna to pick the station up and my Dad said NBC was Too Much Goddam Trouble.

But I digress. CNN states that the Mike Douglas Show came on at night, but I distinctly remember it coming on every morning of my entire young childhood, because I was always waiting for Sesame Street. Maybe we were just getting reruns? But I liked Mike Douglas. He seemed so nice and he always sang a song and he seemed like the kind of guy you could go to for help if you got lost from your parents or something.

Mike Douglas would have a person on his show who would be the co-host for the entire week. And you felt like you got to know the person after watching them on Mike Douglas for five days straight. I distinctly remember two c0-hosts....John Lennon/Yoko Ono and.....Charro. But I'll spare you the Charro memories and just tell you about John Lennon, how about it?

My Google tells me that John and Yoko appeared in 1972, which means I was like 7 years old....so I must have been out of school sick or school vacation or something. On Monday morning, my mother wrinkled her nose up and said "Ewwww its that nasty old Beatle!" and to a 7 year old....John Lennon circa 1972 was pretty ugly. But I was like "why do you say that?" and my mother said it was because John Lennon said he was greater than Jesus. Wooooo. I told my sister about seeing him on Mike Douglas and my sister said "He's cool though. He's the guy that sings the Walrus song!" and I liked the song about the Walrus. I watched him the whole week and remember feeling a little sad when it was Friday because I thought he was funny and he wasn't going to be on there anymore.

So, yeah. RIP Mike Douglas, I am glad you were a part of my childhood memories.

You know whatever she was singing in this picture was a full-on ear assault.

Friday, August 11, 2006


Someone who was really on the ball in London was able to uncover and put a stop to a major terrorist attempt yesterday. I wonder what it was about a guy listening to his iPod and carrying around some Gatorade that triggered the Bullshit Radar Detection system at the airport? I bet anything it was a security guard just standing around thinking...."man, I sure am thirsty and I wish I could jam out on some tunes right now." Then he spots a guy with Gatorade and an iPod and he experienced intense jealousy. But life went on. Then he noticed another dude with Gatorade and an iPod. And the security guard is like "wow, Gatorade and an iPod must be the new black!" By the time he saw another one, he was convinced that Apple and Gatorade must be having some kind of convention nearby. He probably became aware that something was seriously amiss after his fourth Gatorade and iPod dude. I bet you anything that's how it went down.

In other, completely UNRELATED news, I'm sure....isn't it interesting how suddenly the shutting down of the biggest American gasoline pipeline has suddenly become a non-issue? Of course, we all know that George W. Bush would never stage an alleged act of terrorism as a ploy to drive gasoline prices down for awhile, right?
Just sayin'.

Thursday, August 10, 2006


Sparkle is having the time of her life right now. Last night she went to see her beloved Avenged Sevenfold down at the House of Blues again. She was quite excited about it and I told her to be sure and give Synyster Gates my warmest regards. My cell phone started screaming sometime after 11:00 and she's like "MOM! I GOT TO TOUCH SYNYSTER GATES!" I don't know how I feel about my child touching a person named Synyster. But anyway, she was all pumped up and I was all happy for her and stuff. Then she came home and today it was off to Ozzfest where....guess who? Avenged Sevenfold is performing again.

Her summer has been like one big long concert. She went to see H.I.M.

right before school was out, then Avenged Sevenfold

then the Warped Tour



then Butch Walker,

then her friend Ben's band,

then Avenged Sevenfold,

then Avenged Sevenfold again,

then she's going with me to see Jeff Tweedy

on the 16th......sheesh! I'm going to name her 16th summer "The Endless Summer Concert".....ah, youth. It makes my heart burst to see her having such a good time....real life is just around the corner, baby. Have fun while the fun is good.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


My dear Blogger friends, I have a most serious confession to make.

I've been cheating on you.

Yet I have seen the error of my ways and I come to you to make a clean breast of it all...to throw myself upon your mercy and to sincerely beg your forgiveness.

"But how?" you ask. "How did things go so wrong between us?"

Well, it all started about two weeks ago when Sparkle showed me the basics of.......Myspace. And like a young naive schoolgirl seduced by the lights and action of Hollywood, I was drawn into its evil clutches. But it didn't take long, people...it didn't take long. Like a crackhead who still has a small deposit of brain cells left....I realized I was heading down the Wrong Internet Path.

Oh it was fun at first. I trolled a bunch of band sites and asked to be their "friend". And they all accepted me as their "friend". The only one I've never heard back from is Neil Young, that grouchy asshole. Oh, I was going to have lots and lots of band friends!

And it would be easy to collect them like Garbage Pail Kid cards.....because you figure that if you surf one awesome band's Myspace that they are going to have all of their fellow awesome band peers listed and you can just go on one long surf. Well....these bands don't seem to have their fellow bands listed. Or maybe they do but they must be located on page 1102 of 13389 pages. Yet you start to notice the same people on every freaking band Myspace. There is the little red-haired girl with big oversize glasses. I finally asked her to be my friend because damn! She's obviously everybody else's friend and I didn't want to be left out.

Hell, she's probably your friend too!!!!

Then there is the girl called "Overzealous Hip Thruster" or something like that....she is on every single band Myspace ever invented apparently.

So I went to her Myspace expecting to click on some bands.....but I couldn't find the bands! Now how come she's on every bandMyspace ever invented but she doesn't have any bands listed? It was all just guys named "Long Dong" and girls that are kissing each other.

The only thing I truly enjoyed about Myspace was I found some fun Halloween sites. As for those band sites....bah. The bands don't run them anyway probably....and for all they care I'm just another face in a sea of millions of faces. Somehow I ended up with Shakira and Dee Snider as friends. I'm not quite sure how that happened. I ended up with two pages of some band pictures, a friend request from Kelly Clarkson (?!), and friend requests from a bunch of kinky looking girls....which I am guessing came from Overzealous Hip Thruster's site. Where are all the men? Weird-ass people ask to be your "friend"....and I'm like awwwwww, I could never cold-heartedly deny someone my FRIENDSHIP, especially when they asked to be my friend. The whole thing is just one big co-dependent cesspool.

I stand before you, chastized but wiser in having learned from my errors and with newfound respect for our relationship and for Blogger in general. Its just more fun.
Take me back, please!

Monday, August 07, 2006


Wow! It was a busy weekend. It was good ol' TAX FREE WEEKEND in North Carolina and every single person in the good State was at the mall. Jeans for school, shirts for school, underwear for school, school supplies....all of these were purchased. At Borders bookstore, I tried to convince the cashier that issues of Filter, Uncut and Classic Rock were required school reading for my daughter, who would soon be attending the Julliard School of Music.....but she wasn't buying my story. I had to pay the tax on the magazines. People were buying computers and laptops and software and dorm refrigerators and luggage and clothes, clothes, CLOTHES! The Dollar Store was offering everything tax free whether it qualified or not!

Now if only North Carolina would offer a Free Gas Weekend.....

Friday, August 04, 2006


Every once in awhile I have a blogging day that just makes it all worthwhile. Please see yesterday's blog entry and comments. I laughed all day. You guys are the best!

Today I was working at my desk and I noticed the office was deathly quiet. It makes me nervous when things are too quiet, so I cranked up the iPod. I got ready to start typing and I noticed that my hands seemed a bit dry so I grabbed my lotion. About the time I tipped the lotion, the sphincter on the bottle gave out and lotion went everywhere! All over the desk, all over my keyboard, all over my lap, even in my hair. I was like, OH FART DADGUMMIT MAN SHIT! I sat there a second, kind of helpless-like, when it suddenly occurred to me that I must look like an Extreme Porn Victim right at that moment. As soon as the thought hit me, laughter came bubbling up from the depths. But the office was stone silent so I was holding back as hard as I could, making little squeaking noises. I managed to control myself, get cleaned up and and no one knew a thing. My keyboard even got a lube job in the process. Laughter is good, even when you can't let it out.

Thursday, August 03, 2006


There are NO REPERCUSSIONS from super-gluing a snore strip to your nose so it won't come off. All I did was put a tiny dot of super glue on each side and I had absolutely no problem with it coming off during the night and because of that, no problems with congestion. Well, there was the little part about being totally high off the glue fumes for about 30 minutes...but hey, what's a little innocent fun in the name of clear nasal passages?

Sparkle and one of her friends were talking. She asked him "So what do you think of Pantera?" And he was like "Oh, they are SO cute!" And Sparkle says "well, no, they're really not that cute at all". It turns out he thought a Pantera was something you buy at the pet store.

Coming to a Petsmart near you.....

Well I told you I have had the blues a little bit. What better way to cure a mid-summer slump than to go see a Jeff Tweedy solo show at the Art Museum? I'm going on August 16th. I have no idea what a JT solo show will be like but I love this guy, I know he'll do something cool.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Before I get started, I will give a Thought To Ponder: Is it bad judgement to super-glue a snore strip to your nose? I'll let you know tomorrow...because I'll definitely have an answer by then.


1. I am prone to Fitz of Depression and I've been in a funk for about a week now. I felt much better today though. The Serotonin Factory must have finally settled their labor dispute. I haven't been interested in anything and I haven't been visiting blogs until tonight. I still love ya'll though.

Fitz of Depression
2. There's a raccoon hanging around my house at night and he's pissing me off. He comes every night and tries to break into my cat food box. I just ignored him because there's no way he's going to get the cat food, right? Well, he took off with my entire cat food box....weighing at least 5 pounds! I'm like...WTF?...and I search around the house until I find it abandoned in the woods. That little bitch got the top off the thing, too! That's at least 7 to 8 full turns of the lid that I have to use two hands to accomplish. So now I have to keep the cat food box in the house at night....which defeats the purpose of a cat food box entirely.
3. I registered for (night) college and I am anxiously awaiting to find out if I got accepted. I keep thinking they're going to find out about my second semester at Appalachian State at any minute and deny my application. Don't ask.
4. Things just haven't been the same since Work Fishie died. I ended up taking Fishikins to work with me but its just not the same. I've been playing him some music every day...and he doesn't HATE it, but he's not GETTING INTO IT either. He's too busy watching me to see if I am going to give him some food. I miss Work Fishie's laid-backness and love of the jams.
5. Is this Mel Gibson fiasco funny or what? It's Mel's turn to be Lewinski'ed until some hotter gossip comes along. Supposedly he's very against gay people as well as Jews, that's what my gay friends tell me. They're loving every minute of Mel's humiliation and I'm right there with them. There's enough stupid stuff in the world without unnecessary hatin' on people.
6. I have spent many hours of spare time in my life learning about the different religions, but my sister is like the QUEEN MASTER of all of it. She knows every thing about every major religion, even Scientology. She has promised me an email tomorrow detailing the entire Jewish Saga Written So Even I Can Understand. That should be one hell of an email!
7. I have several new blogs that I have neglected to link. I am going to made amends this weekend. People like Rennratt, Joy Division, Prunella Jones, BritBoy and Trinamick deserve links!!!! I have some dead links on my blogroll too....and some people that I don't think they like me anymore....but I'll never, ever unlink them.

Okay, that's it for now. Don't want to drain my brain entirely....I still have to blog Thursday and Friday, ya know!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


I am trying my best here. I guess it is the heat getting to me....and it IS getting to me. I just do not feel right. My head hurts all the time and I can't seem to get very excited about anything. Blogging = Blah.


1. The heat.
2. Gas prices.
3. World War III
4. Laundry
5. How much it cost for both Sparkle and me to get our hair done.
6. How nothing seems interesting right now.
7. How quick the weekends go.
8. Making lists.
9. Bitching and griping.

Here's hoping I get a new attitude soon. Because everything sucks right now.