Kinky for Gov!

Meeting Kinky. Such an amazing experience. I could have set there for hours. Even with my expanding bladder. Just about everyone could appreciate the humor that is Kinky Friedman, some lacked the quality. But overall, I enjoyed myself immensely. And would sit in a crowded auditorium all over again. I don't mind people trying to back themselves with quotes and such, but damn, is it really fair to quote something that was said in 1980? We change, our opinions change. Isn't that what this country is based on? I guess some don't think so.

I'm really tired of people calling Kinky a racist. If he's a racist, then Rick Perry is racist towards gays and lesbians. So let's not even go there. Can't point fingers, unless you're gonna be fair about it. And I'm not pointing, fingers. Yet.

I had a chance to chat with Kinky, and he's absolutely one of the nicest guys you're gonna meet. He was very happy to sign whatever you wanted. (He would have so signed my jeans.) He reminded me so much of Drake Hogestyn. Eager to meet with his supporters, and make small talk. He wasn't pushy, and just went with the flow. He made sure everyone waiting in line, got to meet with him. Such a nice man. And hilarious at that.

Speaking of Drake. Happy Birthday. Like he'll see it. But it's out there. I saw Maya Angelou on my birthday, and Kinky on Drake's...funny...within two weeks I've met some pretty kick ass people.

Anyway...I'm posting more pics...so enjoy.

Meeting Kinky Pics.

Why the hell not?

I'm actually really excited about tomorrow. I work a half day, and when I get off I get to go to this rally thing for Kinky Friedman that's going to be held at UNT. Jesse "The Body" Ventura will be there as well. I was told others might decide to show up, but I have no clue as to who those people could be. I'm just excited that I get to meet The Kinky Friedman. Well atleast be in his presence and hear him speak about who knows what. I love political outings. I can't wait until the election, so I can not vote for Rick Perry.

Did I mention half day tomorrow?

On a mature note. I saw Jackass this past week, and haven't laughed that hard since. Boys do some of the stupidest things and I really enjoy laughing about it. And I haven't seen that much penis in a long time. Surprisingly, no boobs. Imagine that.

Today has been creepy. Starting with the internal shutdown of my phone. Only to find it on this morning. WTF? The day was strangely slow, and I enjoyed it. Oh and I was late to just about everything today. But then again, that's normal.

Well, I'm out....I just don't have anything else to talk about...

The porcelain god is for donations, not for you to piss on. MMMMK?

I'd sleep but I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew. I should have stopped myself, but it's so damn good. I swear they lace it with crack. And Grey's Anatomy is addictive and well myspace is evil, but don't we know this?

You know what pisses me off more than people that can't count or read or don't give a shit about the people around them? Messy women. Not just messy. Let me re-phrase this. Nasty women. I don't use the public restroom, unless I absolutely have to. (Work...where else do you get paid to take a shit?) But women have to be the nastiness species on the planet. Is it that hard to dispose of your used tampon? Or how about peeing in the toilet? Should I be worried about this? And those toilet seat covers...how about flushing them down the toilet when you're done? And flush the damn toilet! I'd rather not view what you just had for lunch. Seriously, we learned this when we were like 2? We're adults. Most of us, and would you leave your bathroom at home looking like that? And God forbid, you teach your children good hygiene. I hope to whatever you find holy, you wash your hands after such an ordeal. I would hope that all those paper towels on the floor are a result of that.

Rant over. Almost. Today's visit to the restroom left me squirming for the rest of the day. Because I refuse to willingly give myself some sort of STD. Not happening. And well I'd rather wet my pants, than itch. Period.

Someone is calling my name....I shall depart...

And the next time you pee in public, take aim. I'd rather not have to stretch my bladder out any more than I have to, just because someone's being lazy and nasty. Help a girl with a small bladder out, mmmk?

I heart Grey's.

I just love Grey's Anatomy. I love everything about it. And well it's my new obsession on TV. Haven't said that in a long time...

Oh well. Watch it. Thursday's. Be there.

Ass. Hole.

I've come to the conclusion, that I'm such an asshole. I shouldn't want to fuck with people the way I do. It's not that I want to inflict pain, I just like messing with people. It's rather amusing at times, so I think that pretty much makes me an asshole. I am such an antagonist. Being the good girl, isn't fun. I enjoy making fun of the stupidity that escapes each and everyone of our mouths from time to time, including myself. I can't help my sarcasm, or my cruel take on life. It's part of my asshole nature. I can't help that I find certain things amusing. For example, the movie Poseidon was rather amusing. Probably the worst movie ever, but it was free, so I can't really complain. No wait, yes I can. The dialogue was horrible and predictable, and when Kurt Russel's character made the dumbest move ever, I giggled when he died. Because seriously, that would have never happened. I was waiting for a stingray to come up and just take someone out, anyone. But it never showed. Oh and if I listen to "The Best" like it's my anthem, does that make me an even bigger asshole?

Here I go...(smile, you know you love me!)

I'm really excited about the upcoming season of Grey's Anatomy. I just recently got sucked in, so not really sure who I should be rooting for. I think I'm gonna just buy the first two seasons on DVD, because I buy everything on a season, if I like it. Minus Dog the Bounty Hunter. I'm attracted to such trailer trash. Once again, it's amusing. I guess the bleached blonde mullet and the larger than life boobs, have some sort of hold on me. Oh well...

Okay...time for Fresh Prince....

(I heart that picture, and have left notes on other people's cars about their shitty parking...oh that made my night.)

I'm bored, Lozanne part deux.

I blog too much.

I went to work, got home around 4:30. And I'm not really sure what happened after that. I seriously crashed, and didn't wake up until 10:30. I've been so tired, I so needed the power nap. So now I'm awake, and still tired. And listening to shitty music. Well if you consider Hans Zimmer shitty. I'm depressing myself with some orchestral music. It relaxes me. I'm surprised I'm still able to type, and not fall asleep on the keyboard.

This is not coming along so well. I've been so busy, I can't even think about what's been going on. (Why am I still up?) This is insane.

I guess I could post more vomit inducing Lozanne convos:

DHSloveME: what about Steven talk...or that Drake cries over Wayne? Wonder if he cried this time around?
BeIIeDoc24: oh he probably baked him a cake that said
BeIIeDoc24: drake hearts wayne
DHSloveME: BAHA
BeIIeDoc24: as [she]watched
BeIIeDoc24: and got jealous
DHSloveME: BAHA
BeIIeDoc24: of drake's queer gift of baking
DHSloveME: Drake you're cryin on the cake
DHSloveME: Damnit, you're messing up the writing!!!!! Damnit...eat cake...get fat.

DHSloveME: I just had this thought...I bet the ultimate stab to the heart to [her]...would be if Steve lost weight...
DHSloveME: gastric bypass.
DHSloveME: haha
DHSloveME: that's why it ended
BeIIeDoc24: pull a star jones
DHSloveME: he threatened her with a gastric bypass
BeIIeDoc24: aye
DHSloveME: and her bottem lip quivered
DHSloveME: she ran to [him]
DHSloveME: he was like...he should do it...it would be good for his health
DHSloveME: and that's what the huge fight was about
DHSloveME: she wanted him fat
DHSloveME: ohhhhh...I crack myself up

BeIIeDoc24: and my need to want to punch the poor excuse for a southern belle
DHSloveME: ohhhhhhhh, but for someone that is so loving towards her fans...was stone cold
DHSloveME: and the glares...oh the glares from behind
BeIIeDoc24: oh the glares

DHSloveME: I guess Mrs. Sohmer is a fried chicken kind of gal
BeIIeDoc24: what no corn bread
BeIIeDoc24: blasphemy
DHSloveME: and corn bread...with lots of buttery fatty goodness
BeIIeDoc24: fabulous
DHSloveME: and of course you can't forget the chocolate truffles
BeIIeDoc24: nevahhh bodega of course
DHSloveME: of course the Deidre Hall chocolates
DHSloveME: with the pink bow...

Sloganize it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zanne - It Looks Good on You.

Don't click.

A Lozanne production.

(I just had to post bits and pieces from an AIM convo Lorna and I had early this morning...)

DHSloveME: Steven....BAHA
DHSloveME: [She] called him that...
BeIIeDoc24: oh shut up
BeIIeDoc24: she did not
DHSloveME: I bet she did
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: oh gaw
DHSloveME: Oh Steven...bring your fat ass over here and give mama some lovin
BeIIeDoc24: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

DHSloveME: [She] so wore that shirt before...
BeIIeDoc24: lol i know
BeIIeDoc24: this time she put a cami under
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: not so see thru hahaha
BeIIeDoc24: damn 40th party
BeIIeDoc24: lol
DHSloveME: lol
DHSloveME: It's cause [he] wasn't there...
BeIIeDoc24: she's also needs to stop with those damn black boots
BeIIeDoc24: which she also wore
DHSloveME: lol
DHSloveME: I loved the rolled up jeans look
BeIIeDoc24: haha nice face
BeIIeDoc24: lol i know
BeIIeDoc24: wtf is up with that
DHSloveME: Who the hell knows
DHSloveME: And those dresses...no boobs

BeIIeDoc24: wtf happened to her boobs?!?!
BeIIeDoc24: geez...
DHSloveME: Like the boobage is gone!

DHSloveME: If [he] were to gain 100 pounds...[she] would be all over that shit
BeIIeDoc24: grabbing at him
BeIIeDoc24: like there were donuts hidden under his rolls
DHSloveME: Grabbing his chubby cheeks...."come here big boy!"
BeIIeDoc24: oh ewww
BeIIeDoc24: barfed again

Happy belated birthday to me.

Okay so seriously, I'm such a pussy when it comes to being a so-called woman. No pun intended. Aren't I hilarious? I just want it to stop. And as my mother puts it, I can't wait until the uterus is gone, and I have a cultasack. (How in the hell do you spell that? Google doesn't seem to know.) I'm telling you, this womanhood thing is SO overrated and not even worth my time. We seriously need some sort of button, fuck birth control. So we can turn on the damn thing when we want to attempt at children. Otherwise, why waste a perfectly ripe little egg? It's really not worth my time, or the egg's time. All that time and journey for nothing? Seriously, my eggs get let down each time. I'm tired of giving them hope, and crushing their dreams of giving me a bratty little baby.

So the birthday was spent with lots of friendly faces and lots of booze, oh and Maya Angelou. I must say, even tipsy, Maya Angelou is one of the most inspiring people I have ever been in the presence of. She just has this aura around her, and you listen to her and you love listening. I wasn't distracted, and I just hated when she was done. And it just gave me another reason to by an insane amount of literature. So it's all good.

So that's pretty much all that's happened. I'm older and crazier...and you know you love it. Later loves.

AND....Victoria. The roses were beautiful!!!! I thank you!!!!!

Inspirational Governor, Inspirational Woman.

Governor Dorothy Ann Richards

September 1, 1933-September 13, 2006

“I have very strong feelings about how you lead your life. You always look ahead, you never look back.”

I remember.

It's been five years since that dreadful day in September, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was on the verge of my 17th birthday, and life just seemed so simple. I will never forget the feeling of unity as the students of my high school came together as our nation went under attack. In high school, there are so many cliques, and labels, but as we stood in shock, while watching the towers fall, that didn't matter anymore. I embraced so many people that day, people I had never talked to, but came to know as the year went by. As tragic as 9/11 is, I am thankful for the friendships that it helped bring together. It's sad that it takes such an event do so, but never the less, it happened.

I will never forget how my teacher Coach Smith handled the news. His first thoughts were of his daughter, who worked there in the city across the street from the World Trade Center. He was mortified, and rightfully so. I don't know what made him check his email that day, but he did. And I remember the tears that fell down his face, as he read that his "baby girl" was okay. She knew her daddy would be worried, so her first instinct was to send him an email and let him know that she was okay. Several emails back and forth, she finally ended with "Daddy I love you. They're making me leave. I'll call you when I can."

He shared with us on the first anniversary of that horrible day, the emails that they wrote back and forth to one another. One mentioned how she witnessed the second plane hit, and how scared she was, and his words of love and comfort in another. There wasn't a dry eye in the room.

So as each year passes, and we remember that day, I'm thankful for my life. Sad for all the men and woman who's lives were lost and for those who lost someone so precious to them. And more than anything, five years later, I'm grateful to be here, even if I'm just taking up space.

I need sleep.

...because I just misspelled need, while attempting to title this bitch. I don't neep sleep. Whatever that means. And apparently I have readers that are rather needy...get over it.

"It's Raining Men" was pretty much our anthem at work today. Didn't really have a reason. It was just funny when I busted out into song when we were babbling on about one of our very gay managers. I laughed, went back to work, and didn't think about it again until out of no where, someone's holding this singing cat with an umbrella singing "It's Raining Men" up to my ear. After I recovered from my near death experience and my heart stopped racing, I began to laugh. Not just any laugh, but one of those deep throaty laughs that causes every else to laugh, just because someone else is laughing. It was rather an odd moment, but I still find it hilarious. Lulz for Britany. (Yep that's ya spell it.)

So apparently I was talking in my sleep the other day. I do this rather often, so I'm told. Oh is this is hilarious. Apparently I was talking about some lesbian fantasy I was having. This makes for an awkward conversation with my mother. I'm like, well what did I say? And she's like well I got out of the room pretty quickly. AHAHAHA. I just think it's funny as hell. She's probably making it all up, just to try and embarrass me. But alas, I survived. The random shit I spew while in the depths of dreamland...

You know what? I hate assholes. That is all.

Later.

Wish you were here.

Not to quote Pink Floyd or anything...

Well, it's been an interesting 365 days. This time last year, I didn't think I was going to make it. The sadness took over my body, and I just didn't think I could recover. Days passed, and the tears slowly became laughter, and I was able to come to terms with what had happened. I really want to take the time to thank those who were there to support me. All the kind words and for making me laugh, when it was so hard to smile. I love you all, and you mean more to me than you'll ever know.

I thought today was going to be hard. And it was. Knowing that I've been without him for a whole year. It's really weird how fast the time has flown by. I've gotten this far, and though I miss the hell out of him, I'm gonna survive, because he's everywhere I go. You really find out how much someone means to you when they're gone. I'm reminded constantly.

Would I change what happened? Yes and No. Only because I'm selfish, and wish I could have done something, anything to prevent his choice to pull the trigger. There's always the "What could I have said or done?" I know I shouldn't think that way. But there was will always be the questions, that I know have no answers. That's life. I however wouldn't change how much I've grown as a person over the last year. I've met new people, and I wouldn't risk not having them be a part of my craziness. Things happen for a reason, and some day I hope I'll be at peace with what Bob did.

I think of that fateful day last year, and I think of how I had this need to stay behind at work and talk to some friends. The conversation escapes me, but I remember getting stuck in traffic. That nasty Friday rush hour traffic, Dallas produces. I remember being angry, and eager to get to my grandmother's to watch our soap together, like we did every Friday. I remember turning the corner and seeing flashing red lights. I remember the fire truck, and I remember the men. I remember I couldn't breathe and I rushed for their front door, and was stopped. My grandmother tried to hold me, but I pushed away. And I remember the air hitting my face as I collapsed to ground. And the rest is a blur. The next thing I remember is someone picking me up off the ground. I can't even tell you what happened for weeks after that. I slept, I ate, I worked. I tried to forget. But I do know it wasn't meant for me to find him in the backyard. If I had been five minutes earlier or had it been like any other Friday, I would have found him back there. And I'm thankful for not, because I remember things and with detail. And I can't imagine forgetting something so horrific. I thank all that is holy for this thing they call fate.

I'm really thankful for the past year. Things change and I'll definitely never be the same. Life goes on whether or not I've got a smile on my face. I just thank God for the time he does give me to drive people crazy.

I'll leave you with the lyrics to the song, that have really helped me deal with the grief. How to Save a Life, really is how I feel and what's going on inside my head. I hope you enjoy. And if you want to download the song, just ask.

I heart you, and thanks for listening and putting this smile back on my face. Whether you meant to or not, it's much appreciated. And there are the people I've never really met, but you constantly keep me laughing with small and funny emails. Or just a simple phone call to say, hello. Even the people that don't really care for me as a person, because of stupid labeling, I thank you for giving me something to laugh at. Because as crazy as I think I am, I'm not delusional and know where to stop the obsessions. So I think you all for giving me some laughes from time to time. All smiles.

Everyone should have a Nanny like mine...

My aunt and uncle have finally moved into their larger than life, more space then they need, crazy huge house. And that leaves my grandmother all alone again. Which means, I get to go home with her each time she leaves my house after dark. I know she has issues, and has always had this fear of coming home after dark. Maybe that's where I get my fears of the unknown? I think it's time she stepped up to her fears. I know it's been tough on her, but you can't let things get to you.

I eventually got over my fears of being home alone, after I came home to that guy in my house when I was in middle school. I was lucky that the creep fled the house before I was able to really see him. I could have been raped or even killed. But I can't let myself think like that. Or I'd be timid for the rest of my life. I would make myself stay alone at times just to get over the fears. I'm thankful, I never saw the guys face. Or I'd probably still be wetting the bed at night. It was a frightening experience, but I got over it.

Now I'll around with the blinds open, naked if I please. Not so much all the time. But there has been a few times where I realized I hadn't unloaded the towels from the dryer and had to run to get one. But still, that would have never happened before. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. When I feel like it. Or when there's ALOT of alcohol involved.

So much for convincing my grandmother, she'll always be timid and nervous. It's just who she is I guess. I blame the asshole that scared her as a child who has scarred her for the rest of us. Once I woke up when I was living with her awhile back, and was really sick. I literally crawled into her room, and was trying to get her up. I was in so much pain, and was shaking her arm and crying and saying her name, and she jumped up and screamed bloody murder. Which in return scared me like I've never been scared before in all my life, so I screamed back. My heart was racing, and I'm like I'm sick and trying to get you up, and here you are screaming like someone's trying to murder you. It's funny now, but damn. You shouldn't scream at someone every time they try to wake you up. It's just not natural.

Geez....

Completely out there...

I'm so fucking tired at the moment, and yet I'm still sitting here wondering where I'm getting the energy to type such bullshit. Tonight in a nutshell.

• met Jami at Jupiter House.
• goofed around on the net, and showed Jami the failure/google trick. I do agree with google, when they say Dubya's a failure...
• Made fun of our internet obsessions/fandoms.
  
• dinner at Jack in the Box.
• spilled DP all over Jami's lap.
• laughed hysterically.
  
• talked about Clifton. Like seriously. We're obsessed. No that would be me.
• looked through a random playboy.
• came home, can't sleep.

So yep. I still can't believe Mr. Croc Hunter himself was pwned by a stingray. Of all the ways to go. He must of pissed off someone, to go in such a way. And they wonder why I don't get into larger bodies of water? Cause frankly I don't feel like getting pwned by anything that could shove something through my chest. I like being with the living too much. I can deal with pools, because I know my surroundings. When you're in the ocean or lake, anything at anytime can come up and take a nibble of whatever they please, and frankly I'll pass. Does it ever occur to anyone that when in some form of body of water, we are in their territory? And they can take you out whenever they fucking please, because well, it's theirs. Once again, I'll pass. Not my idea of fun. I'll keep my body parts, thank you.

So, now that I've got that out. Something that really creeps me out. Birds. Nuff said.

I'm really up for some yogurt at the moment, and I think I'll actually be able to sleep, and get up to watch that shitty soap I watch. Then I might just go back to sleep, cause that's how I roll.

Hope your day is absolutely glorious....

Crikey :(

"Passionate environmentalist"

I wish everyone was as passionate about life as our dear croc hunter. May you rest in peace.

Steve Erwin
February 22, 1962-September 4, 2006

Tasty...

Jones Green Apple Soda, is the sha bomb dizzle.

DOOL Power!

BAHA. That sounds really gay.

It's always fun when you meet people that share the same obsession with a TV show as you do. I found someone at work that watches Days of Our Lives, just as religiously as I do. I don't feel like the only complete loser at work. And we had the same experience with certain actors. And well, I couldn't stop laughing. Literally. Now when I see this person, I giggle. Knowing in some way we were right. LOL. Anyway...blame you know who.

At any second, it's gonna rain. I can just feel it. This afternoon the sky looked nasty...I want it to rain when I go to bed. Nothing's more soothing.

I'm tired, so I shall depart after this pathetic little post.

*Nothing like seeing Drake Hogestyn and his carpet, and oh well the Deidre too.*