I haven't really felt like updating. But first things, first. Happy Halloween. And Happy birthday, Ms. Deidre Hall. HA HA. I'm such a dork when it comes to fandoms.
I've been sick the past few days, and yesterday this chick tried to break into my house. Seems as though Ms. crazy in the head hadn't taken her medication, and thought she was in Carrolton at her mother's house. And when she couldn't get in, she threw this rock through my living room window. Good thing we have those wiener dogs...they so scared her ass away. Or so the cop said. I couldn't stop laughing. Crazy people should be locked away. That is all.
I get to sleep in tomorrow. Which makes me smile. I haven't done so all week. And well I need it, desperately. I needed that smile.
I don't do 7 a.m. very well. At all. I was miserable today. People shouldn't be up at 7, period. It's seriously cruel. To me and them, because I'm a real bitch, when I'm up so early. The only thing getting me through the day was getting to come home and nap and then watch Grey's Anatomy. Of course, Grey's had to be a re-run. Piss. Me. Off. But I'm really too tired to care.
Though I suffered, and well, was in a complete daze all day, I enjoyed work today. Vickie and Clifton made me laugh all fucking day. Loved it. I really needed the distraction, and I totally didn't wear a bandaid today. I didn't feel like explaining why I was wearing it, in what would have been a bitchy tone. Cause yeah, 7 a.m. is not my shot of vodka.
So I came home, and my brother's like, "you're gonna crash aren't you?" I smile, and almost want to hug him, ALMOST, and say "Yes." And that's the last thing I remember. Until now.
I've come to realize that I probably have the best brother ever. I may not admit this often, and this may be the exhaustion talking, but I really am pleased with the sibling I was given. We've been through a lot, and still have managed not to kill one another. He'll even watch my soap with me, but of course in return, I have to watch ESPN, no questions asked. I've actually come to like ESPN. Shhhhh. But he's also the first person to make fun of such a silly obsession. I can be quite unbearable at times, and yet he can always find a way to tolerate me. That's saying a lot. He's also the instigator. Chances are if I got in trouble, it was his idea. Promise. Like he so set the alarm in my grandmother's room to go off at 3 a.m. But who got blamed? You guessed right. Oh well, gotta love him. Life's just a bit more interesting.
Kinky's gonna be in Dallas on Saturday, and I got an invite of sorts. I thought about going, but he's already got my vote, I don't need to pay $500 to prove that. But then again, if I get bored. And I bet the open bar is amazing. I don't think anyone with the name Kinky should have a lame open bar. Things should be interesting. Maybe I should just show up when everyone's drunk off their asses. Photo op!
I'm off to occupy some time. I just hope I can sleep now after that power nap I took after work. It's gonna suck if I can't.
I don't have much to say. I'm tired as fuck, and well I've got this nasty rash looking thing on my wrist, but it's not a rash, it's just where I scratched at a bug bite during my nap yesterday, and irritated the hell out of my skin. I had to wear this huge bandaid over my wrist today, because it was bugging me. Well I got a lot of sympathetic looks today because of it. Apparently I looked like I had tried to commit suicide. I even had a guy hold up some Drano, and was like, hey...it would have finished the job, and been so much quicker. I was like, I don't like what you're insinuating. And for the record, it's a rash and opened my bandaid for him to see the nastiness. It got to be a funny joke, but damn...leave me alone. People are mighty bold these days.
So I have to be at work at 7 tomorrow morning. Fuck me. So I'm ending this night a bit early. Later loves.
So the other night, Jami and I carved pumpkins. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. I really miss carving pumpkins. I'm thinking about buying another, and just going at it again. We got two pumpkins. One really nice one, and one that's well, challenged. But he's my favorite. He can't stand up straight, and tilts to the side, but he's got character. We tried to Charlie Brown his ass, it just wasn't working. We had pumpkin placenta all over the place, and all over ourselves. So much so, I just took a shower. I think the neighbors are making fun of my pumpkin. As I was taking a pic earlier, someone drove by and just crept along. I'm like...dude, haven't you seen a challenged pumpkin before? Drive by and shut your face.
I should make him a montage to Simply The Best. BAHA.
So it's Sunday, and I'm off. Amazing. I've been watching football. Yeah, weird. I really despise the Steelers, and of course the Patriots, but that's another story. I try not to watch them, ever. Okay enough about football. I hope we get drama filled press conferences today. That's the real reason I'm watching. Duh.
Well, I'm bored. Hmmm, I have some laziness to conquer. Later.
It's a little after four, and even though I'm desperately seeking the attention of my warm bed, I can't really sleep. I've had possibly the worst day ever, starting with this cunt I work with. I won't even dignify the bitch with a name. Power trips and patronizing only make you a bitch, plain and simple. And that's all you really need to know...
Pretty much from there my day was shit. And to top it off, I was pulled over by a state trooper on my way to Jami's. I really shouldn't have laughed at the asshole who got pulled over by two state troopers as I was leaving the workplace. Karma is such a bitch.
I saw the fucker sitting there, too. I braked, because yeah, I can't afford another speeding ticket. So imagine my surprise when I saw the flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I literally about pissed my pants. I'm running through all the options in my head on what I could have done, as this pompous ass in a cowboy hat taps on my right window. I'm thinking hey fucker, I'm over here on the left. Get it right. So yeah, he takes the time out of his busy day to tell me the light on my rear license plate has gone out. He gives me a warning, and I'm on my way. Seriously was this necessary? I'm like listen, I've got a life, and I have friends to meet. Leave me and my license plate alone. A bit of a funny though, when I couldn't find my license, I asked him to shine his big ole cop flash light into my purse. I had totally forgotten that I had some tampons and other pleasurable things in there. I think he blushed. Or maybe it's because it's like 30 fucking degrees, but I do think Mr. Cowboy hat was embarrassed. I was too pissed to care. Like seriously man, pull over the speed demons or the reckless assholes who decide they'll drink and drive. I guess I'm just so fun to pick on these days.
Ended the day with Jami, semi cuddling on her bed and watching Nip Tuck. I swear I'm not getting addicted to another show. I'm not gonna do it. Even though I loved the 3 or 4 eppies we watched. Gotta love that Christian. Who is such a douche. Seriously, I can't start watching another show. I already have a hard enough time watching the two that I do. And I have tivo. I refuse to make time for more television. It's enough that I watch a sleezy soap. How can I defend that I watch that? I just get laughs when people see it on my tivo, or sometimes the eye roll, but most of the time, it's the laugh, of oh my god, she's lame. But yeah, no Nip Tuck for me. Seriously who am I trying to kid? I'm doomed. I'm sure I'll be buying the seasons on DVD next week. It's really good. Damn it for good TV shows. Damn them all to hell. I seriously wish I was a bum, then I might have time for TV.
So I think I'm done ranting. I might just speed down the freeway tomorrow, just to give some cop a real reason to pull my ass over. Or maybe I'll just be lazy. Lazy sounds so much better. Warm bed sounds even better. Later loves.
I am so tired. I'm functioning on maybe 5 hours of sleep, and yet I'm still up. Yeah, don't feel sorry for me. Lorna and I had this interesting as all get out convo last night and into the early hours of the morning that left me up until about 6:30 this morning. It's one of those convos that it's almost impossible to stop. One of the most interesting I've had in a long ass time. I just wish this had been this time last year.
So of course, I had to get up. Go get paid. Run to the bank. Have their stupid ass pen explode all over my hand. And then rush home to crash for a mini power nap, to wake up to the sound of Lorna. And then I watched the end of Ugly Betty, and then Grey's Anatomy. That was my day in a nutshell. Oh and I had leftover spaghetti for a late lunch. Forgot to eat lunch when I supposed to. Oops. That happens too often.
Anyway. I'm dead to the world at the moment. Later.
Today was supposed to be tidy up the room day, but I'm kind of lazy and tired. I'm listening to some Amy Winehouse, and I saw where she performed drunk off her ass on Charlotte Church's show. They did a duet to "Beat It" and Amy just made an ass out of herself. It's not cool for you to be a lush for millions to see. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. I still think she's kick ass, and Fuck Me Pumps is great, but you've got protect your image. People are harsh. Take it from me, someone who knows what it's like to be judged by people that don't know you personally.
I had such a blast from the past last night. I got a new friend request on myspace from a girl I hadn't seen in probably 2 years. Look at myspace, bringing people back together. I'm all excited about this reunion. Well this myspace reunion thing. I swear just when I think myspace can't be any more evil, it goes and redeems itself.
You know, I don't watch much football, but I sure as hell could get into it if they had more after game press conference things like that coach had from the Arizona Cardinals. How hilarious was that? Hitting the microphone. I guess I love the drama that comes with stuff. Who cares about the NFL, anyway? (okay, just about every manly man across the US, but that's beside the point.) I would much rather see a camera follow the angry coach around all day. Bill Parcells being harassed by the media, would be funny as hell. I still think they need to have a reality show of soaps behind the scenes. Because from what I gather, some petty shit goes down. I would actually watch TV. Imagine that. But then again, who wouldn't? Everyone likes petty garbage. Number 1 example, Brit and K-Fed's mess of a show.
I really wanted to go to the library today. But I realized that I had so many books on my own shelf that I needed to read, so the trip would be absolutely pointless. I'm dying to get started on "The Fuck Up" By Arthur Nersesian. I've been dying to read it for like forever now. I just recently made the purchase on my little retail therapy trip. I really should stop myself. I am so behind on my reading list. I just don't have time. That's really no excuse. I really should be making time. I really need to make another bookshelf purchase. I'm so out of space. So sad.
I really want to have a used book store day, and just splurge. I love used book stores. I love owning books that other people have owned. I just think it's neat to have something that touched another person. I wonder if they liked the book, or how effected they were by it when they read it. Why they sold it? For money? Or just because they wanted someone else to be touched by the writings within. I'm officially the biggest nerd. But anyone up for a used book day in the near future? We can go to the Old Opera House on the square, or we can head up to Lewisville. Or are there any others I don't know about?
Okay. I'm officially bored. I'm gonna find something entertaining to do. A nap sounds awesome.
*ahem* Life's just grand and then you get banned from a message board. I laughed this morning when someone sent me a link, and my access had been denied. Is this supposed to be some kind of punishment? If so, for what? For calling people out on their stupidity? I'd like to think so. Oh well, my life shall go on. I hope I can pick up the pieces and go on with my pitiful life.
* I so wrote this like 5 hours ago, and have since fallen asleep. I'm over it.*
So I had every intention of ranting, but all of a sudden I just don't care. Maybe it's the extra long nap I took that's made me all mellow, or maybe it's the information that I just learned. Who knows?
Not really much to say. I just wish it would stop raining.
So. It's official. I'm over this speeding ticket and defensive driving. You don't know how awesome that feels. No worries. It's over. I couldn't be happier. Well I could, but I'm not raining on this parade of mine. Which brings me to Miss Babs herself. GET. OVER. YOUR. SELF. Seriously the Bush bashing got old last year. Way to preach tolerance. I'm sure your fan, loved the obscenities screamed at them. Can you spell hypocrite? Oh, and wear a bra. That is all.
So I'm free. So no more worrying about if there will be a warrant out for my arrest. Because I procrastinate, and well took the online driving course, at the last possible moment. So yeah, I was a bit antsy on when my results would arrive. I didn't feel like spending any time with inmates, or whatever they're called. Something tells me I wouldn't survive any sort of jail time. I would so cry for my mother. And would probably in the process get my ass kicked. I should have so signed up for the class like months ago. But that's what procrastinators do, procrastinate. I couldn't imagine myself, ever finishing something with time to spare. It would be un-natural.
The shower calls me. Later loves. (Remember that crying boy, I was telling you about. Well there he is. I just had to post this.)
I forgot to tell you something yesterday. Forgive me.
So as I was suffering through the day. It hadn't been a bad day, I just wanted to be wrapped up on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy. The day was as normal as could be. I was actually pretty mellow, and not on my guard. Out of nowhere. There he is. And it's all I can do, not to laugh. Elvis had graced me with his presence. I knew he was alive! Apparently he's hiding in Texas, and has had knee surgery. I did very well containing my laughter, until the guy curled his lip up at me. It was all over from there.
Totally one of the most random out of the ordinary things I've ever seen. It could never beat the Indian I saw walking through the halls of my high school, one day before some presentation. I had totally forgotten that we were having this assembly, and was walking out the door for something. (oh the days when you could just leave class.) And randomly this Indian is walking in full regalia down the hall. I about pissed my pants. I had to grab someone just to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing.
While I'm thinking about this. While eating Chinese food the other night, I noticed this lady breastfeeding her baby right there at the table. Okay. Power to the breast. Power to the mother. Yeah yeah yeah. Your breast with baby latched on is something I don't care to see while eating.
So has anyone had a crazy Friday the 13th? Do tell...
OH, must make a shout out...HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANN!!!!!!
I burned my hand on my lunch which absolutely sucked. Talk about wanting to scream and cry but refraining yourself. And I haven't felt the greatest for the past few days. Let's just say I hate being a woman all over again.
It got super cold today, and by that I mean like 60 something degrees. Which really isn't all that cold. But yeah, I like to complain. Just a good reason to pull out the hoodie. I've only got 3 months to wear it, if that.
I just loved Grey's tonight. Why can't I find a man like Denny? WHY!?!?!?!?!
I'm posting, because I can. And well I'm trying to keep myself up, for this stupid fandom of mine. Love those Canadians. I realized that I had run out of Dr. Pepper as well, and had to make the venture to get some. Can't not have it. If I can stay awake for yet another hour, I'll be okay. And then I can sleep in. Because yes, days off equals all kinds of glorious things.
Hanging with Jami is always all sorts of fun. I helped her finish up with her laundry and then we headed back to her apartment where she literally almost made me vomit. Hamburger helper is not meant to be left on the stove for three days, just in case you kids don't already know this. We then headed to Barnes and Nobles where retail therapy comes in quite handy and meeting new people is always exciting. The rest is just a blur. Oh, we did check out the new Super Target, and Jami being all curious, bought this soda that was all kinds of nastiness. Mint shouldn't be a flavor for a soda. I about choked and Jami had this look of horror like she had just been raped in the mouth. Whatever it was, made it's way into the trashcan before we even left the store. And who knew that Jones Soda came in a can?
And just a hint. Don't trash Ann Coulter in conservative country. The conservatives don't like that much...after all, how does she know how to talk to a liberal? Though the cute Barnes and Noble guy thought my comments were funny, the old lady behind me had this look of hate like she wanted me to die. Reminds me of the seminar pics...
44 more minutes.
Oh shit! I just realized I've left a soda in the freezer for over an hour. Shit!!!!!!!!
I'm always reminded of the past. One song, and I'm taken back to a part of my life that's been in hiding for awhile now. I found an old CD that Akerra burned for me years ago. Reminds me of a certain summer. I love remembering, but it's also sad. Not crying sad, but can't go back sad.
People. Won't go there. Just that I've dealt with some of the biggest asshole's on the planet. And it makes me want to break things over their faces. But I must contain my anger, until I just can't take it anymore, and I snap. I shouldn't be held responsible for my actions at that point.
Now for Randomness...
(I hate my computer at the moment.)
It's getting cooler. (Woot.) But, I do miss the east coast Falls. I love how the leaves turn colors, and how it gets dramatically colder. I just hate when it snows. That's when I wish for the summer heat.
I love Rilo Kiley's song "It's A Hit". The video is really random. The words, hilarious.
Enjoy the goodness that is youtube.
I'm so bored. I had rice for lunch. How amazing is that? And yogurt. Can't go on with the rest of my day, until I've consumed some yogurt.
Has anyone ever said. "You're the bomb.com?" If so, you're officially gay.
I want to get a tattoo, but there's that needle issue. I'm such a pussy, I need to suck it up and just get it done. I just can't get past the needle. The last time someone pointed a needle in my direction I got all light headed and nearly fell to my death. Oh it was rough. I nearly didn't make it. Okay. So I didn't almost die, but I could have. I guess.
I think I'm all about some new shoes. I haven't bought any in a long time. And chucks in a different color don't count. (though I'll probably buy some) I want to spend something outrageous on a pair of shoes that I'll probably never wear. Retail therapy. Love it. And I think I might just go to World Market too, since I have two days off, and mum went without me today. How dare she? I like to buy bottles of wine that I'll never drink because the bottle is neat. Gotta keep the wine rack full somehow. It's where I bought this cool Norma Jean Merlot. Oh yeah it's never gonna see a corkscrew.
My phone is acting crazy again. I paid enough for it. The thing better work and not give me problems. I swear, when I had the old Nokia brick, that huge ass thing never gave me problems. That thing was loyal, and never tried to fail me. Damn that technology. And hell, it even had snake. God, I miss that game.
My aunt sends me the craziest emails sometimes. It's never a catch up on what's going on with your life email. It's those stupid chain mail ones. Pass it on, or you'll die things. Well I haven't forwarded any of them yet, I guess I should have been dead 2 years ago. Or she'll send me emails trying to convert me to being a Republican. When I get one of those, I just send her some liberal email, that I know will piss her off. I hear about it later. I swear she thinks I'm a communist. I always over exaggerate my love for Hilary Clinton when I'm up in Virginia visiting. I just like to agitate, that's all. If she can spew her Bush love, I can spew my love for anything anti-Bush. My dad's even a more fun target. Let's just say, he thinks Richard Milhouse Nixon is the greatest president ever.
Limewire has seen to much of me tonight. Random adds to the ever growing music collection. Scissor Sisters, X, and I think some Weezer, oh and I uploaded Joss Stone too. And yes, Justin Timberlake. I don't care what you say. Make fun of me. I'll cry and cut myself later. I hope you feel bad.
So I'm thinking it's really time for bed. No really, I should really sleep now. And sleep in for like the first time in like forever.
So I must make a shout out to my Texas Longhorns. Way to kick some Sooner ass!!!!!!
I hate Red River Shootout weekend. Loathe it. Hundreds of Sooner fans start their venture up to Dallas on Friday morning clogging the interstate driving like a bat out of hell. (I'd drive that fast too if I lived in Oklahoma.) Their cars decorated with OU nastiness. I think it's rather funny how they plaster stickers of a longhorn head upside down on the back of their cars. Hello, you just supported UT by buying one of our stickers, just so you could put it upside down. Thanks, we truly appreciate your generosity!
I love how when they're driving up to the cotton bowl, they have their obnoxious flags draped from their cars. But on the way home, they don't seem to claim their loser Sooners. Or how about the obscenities they scream from their cars, just because you have a Texas license plate? Love it. I've given too many people the finger this weekend. All weekend these assholes stay in our cities, and get drunk and eat at our restaurants. It would be okay, if these people were civil. No they have to be seen and heard. "Because OU is like #1!!! Duh?" Downtown Dallas is like so not a place to be after the game. Fights galore.
Today as the game was ending, they were showing the crowd. Those poor Sooner fans looked as though they had lost their best friends. They went on to show this kid, and he was just balling his eyes out. I had to pause the TV, I was laughing so hard. Life is just so cruel. I'm sure they'll enjoy the drive home, as we obnoxious Texans like to remind them of their loss. Each overpass all the way to the Oklahoma border will be plastered with posters reminding them of the score. It's how it works. I love it! I'm sure they'll be driving slow on the way home, who really wants to go back home to Oklahoma?
It's funny, sometimes I think UT fans are more worried about winning the red river shootout than a National Championship. We could be 1-10, as long as that one win was against OU.
Can't wait for Monday. They'll all be gone...Peace at last!
I bought the Little Mermaid today. Talk about blast from the past. I remember when the VHS first came out, and I had to have it. I watched it everyday along with Cinderella which I called Cinderelli because of the mice. My mother grimaced when I brought that home. Apparently I ruined the movie for her. Under the Sea. Who could hate that? I always wanted a collection of useless crap that she had hidden in that underwater cave thing. And now I have it. Just take a walk in my room. I always loved Sebastian. He was always getting flustered and always finding himself in tight situations. Poor guy, things never went his way.
Memories.
So back to the harshness of being all grown up. (Laughs.) Do people insist on being obnoxious? Do you wreck havoc on every person you come in contact with? Or is it just me? Should I feel honored that you picked me? I won't even touch on the stupidity that has graced my presence in the last 24 hours.
I am surrounded by a shitload of shit. I have too many pens, and half of them don't even work. I hold onto them for no good reason, other than I want to. I have an erasable marker that doesn't work, so it's pointless. It doesn't work, so I have nothing to erase, so I don't appreciate the coolness of an erasable crayola marker. I have a box of blank discs, random pieces of paper that I'm sure that mean something, so I can't exactly throw them away. My bed never gets made, and random junk lies on the floor. And my bookshelf has no more room. None. I need more space. I'm such a mess. And if it was any other way, I'd probably freak. I should probably clean up a bit. But I'm too lazy...and I haven't hit the monthly cleaning frenzy. Every once in a while, I'll want to clean. And it shocks just about anyone in site. Oh well...
Why I was inclined to tell you such things, is beyond me.
I don't have much to say, and Lorna's being a bit distracting...so I'll post some of our hilariousness.
DHSloveME: Just when I think [she's] straight...she pulls out a man suit DHSloveME: and saddle shoes BeIIeDoc24: don't remind me of the heinous shit I've witnessed BeIIeDoc24: i can't believe her ass BeIIeDoc24: walking out in a mansuit BeIIeDoc24: wtf is wrong with [her] DHSloveME: lol BeIIeDoc24: she leave her vagina at home? DHSloveME: I remember that phone call DHSloveME: [She's] a bitch, and she wore a mansuit BeIIeDoc24: ahahaha DHSloveME: Well she did bring that woman DHSloveME: remember her BeIIeDoc24: one sentence is all i need DHSloveME: she lives with me BeIIeDoc24: haha so funny BeIIeDoc24: i think it was the nanny BeIIeDoc24: or something DHSloveME: Ty's all uncomfortable... DHSloveME: So she fucks Nanny's now too? DHSloveME: From Co-workers to Nanny's...should be the title of her book BeIIeDoc24: lol
Why this is so amusing...is beyond me. But it really makes me giggle. Later.
I'm getting ready for work, so I thought I'd stop and write something annoying in my blog. More like procrastinate. I hate going to work and working late night shifts. I may not be a morning person, but I would rather go in early, and get my workday over with. Working until midnight sucks ass. I can sleep in, but I'd much rather suffer during the day, and just take a quick nap when I get home. But no, they have to throw my schedule off. Fuckers.
I so don't want to shed myself of my pajamas, and I sure as hell don't want to leave the comfort of my home. I'd rather finish Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy. But once again, my schedule has been tampered with, and it's not gonna happen. I'm even gonna miss Grey's this Thursday, but thank God for re-runs and Tivo. We'll see which one comes first.
(Kim you're away message just made me laugh. If you're curious it says: Chuck Norris has two speeds. Walk and Kill.)
Okay, so I really should pull myself from the computer. As much as it pains me...later.
I'm such a myspace whore. It's really quite sad. I've noticed lately that people really feel the need to beg for comments. I guess it provides them with a sense of love they don't normally get. Does your life really depend on whether or not someone comments on your blog posts? Or your pictures? If it's that important, then maybe you should think about deleting your account. I feel sad for you. And just so you know, having a ton of friends doesn't make you cool. Because well these are the people begging for comments. Do you really talk to all 1,593 of those people? I didn't think so.
Encyclopedia Dramatica's definition: Myspace provides attention whores across the internets with twice the amount of tasteless self-promotion. It also functions as a "meat market" for pedophiles to search for secretly fat 16 year old girls and camwhores who take it in the ass.
I thought that was hilarious. I probably shouldn't. But it's true. I've gotten some pretty nasty friend requests, and well I've denied them without hesitation. I wonder how many pedophiles are members of myspace? Okay, I won't ask that again. That's really disgusting...
So that being said. Who's gonna leave me lots of comments? BAHA, I'm such an ass...
Seriously, stop being so annoying with your pleas of acceptance. It's not flattering.
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
I haven't really felt like updating. But first things, first. Happy Halloween. And Happy birthday, Ms. Deidre Hall. HA HA. I'm such a dork when it comes to fandoms.
