Purple Brain.

Your Brain is Purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.

What Color Is Your Brain?

You know you want one...

OMG. I haven't been on a real computer in like forever. I love my sidekick. It's my newest love and obsession. I really can't explain this new relationship we have. There really should be an intervention.

I haven't watched my soap in probably two months. Which really is okay with me. I'm pretty sure the show is gonna tank anyway, so might as well get weened off of it now. And you know, if today happened to be the last episode, I probably wouldn't even watch, and most of all, I wouldn't care. The show is so bad. Of course I'd miss it. I guess, more like I'd miss the past. When the show was worth watching, and I cared about all the characters on the show. Now it's just a waste of my time. I need to find a new soap. Seriously.

Did I mention that I love my sidekick?

So I think I might be getting a haircut today. I'm almost scared. Oh well...it's time. I'm not gonna go all Britney on you. LOL. Commit me if I do.

Anyway, I'm sleepy. Peace out.

It's so a drug...

So um. Zee splurged and got herself a sidekick. Which means, I have two phones. And yes, I am keeping them both. One for texting, aka my kick. And one for calling, aka my razr. So, hit me up with an email at zanne@tmail.com if you want my newest number.

Z-Quil. The new supercouple.

So I have this Beatles shirt that I heart. It's amazing. It's comfortable, and I wear to work on occasion. Today, being one of those days. Well yesterday. Anyway, so this lady asks me about my shirt. She's like totally diggin' my cool ass shirt. Asking me where I got it. I think for a second, and it hits me. I can't tell this lady where I got this shirt. I squirm, and say something like I don't remember. How am I supposed to tell this lady, that I really bought it at a head shop? Same place I bought my smoking device years ago? I mean, I don't need perfect strangers judging me. I get enough of that as it is.

Of course, me being one who doesn't really give a shit, finally just tells her. Of course she has no idea what I'm talking about. And I'm not one to give details at this point. She's just gonna have to be shocked if she can actually find the place. I'm sure she'll think I'm some sort of druggie. I just think the image of this conservative little mid-aged woman holding onto her purse tightly with both hands walking into a head shop, and pointing to a bong and asking what the hell that's used for, is hilarious. I think I might have just set this lady up for the shock of her life. I wish I could be there, if she ever decides to go there.

I've been sick the past few days. It sucks. Enough said. Nyquil has been my savior. I still feel like I'm dying a slow and painful death. But alas, I'm feeling much better. So if you're sick, stay away from me.

Grey's Anatomy. Must I say anything else. Such an emotional roller coaster. I think every once in awhile we all feel like giving up. I've been there. I just think we need to realize that even though we do feel alone, that there are so many people in our lives that would be affected by our absence, whether you believe it or not. Recently I had this small epiphany. There are several people that weren't in my life this time last year. I'm thankful for their presence. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am today. I heart you all...

Peace out.

Karma Kills.

DHSloveME: umm yeah
DHSloveME: this thread is cracking me up
DHSloveME: they bought sheets for J&M?
DHSloveME: LOL
DHSloveME: that's the funniest shit I've ever heard.
DHSloveME: and then they used them for Patch and Kayla
DHSloveME: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
MELIMAE1030: that is soo hilarious
MELIMAE1030: wonder what kind of sheets they were
DHSloveME: they were probably plaid!
DHSloveME: lol
DHSloveME: They like that jacket so much...
MELIMAE1030: lol bahahhahahaaaa
MELIMAE1030: that is hideous
DHSloveME: I bet they did it on purpose.
DHSloveME: in your face crazy fuckers
MELIMAE1030: lolll that really is hilarious
DHSloveME: if I were the prop dept. I would...

Love will keep us together...

Maddox, Zahara, Shiloh, and Jenny.

When crazies attack...

I haven't written a real post in a long time. I guess I just don't feel like it. I have had so much on my plate lately. Nothing really life altering, but enough to keep me bored and unenthusiastic. I've enjoyed reading all your many silly and shocking secrets. And I encourage you to add to the list. I think it's fun to add something bizarre when you get the chance.

It's been an interesting week. Going through all the motions of life. Getting up, going to work, coming home, going to bed. I repeat that cycle, to almost the extent that I'm bored.

The other night I was talking to CC and Lorna, and literally out of nowhere, I see lights, I hear explosions, more lights, and then a final skid of tires. I'm seriously like, that had better not been the back of my car. Cause I'm gonna kick someone's ass. Basically some car lost control, literally outside of my window, jumped the curb, and apparently damaged something pretty major on their car, and were parked in the middle of the street for almost an hour. I took it upon myself to call the police, because there was absolutely no other vehicle around. They completely lost control on a dead dark street, and were not accepting help when I offered. I wanted to watch them squirm as the cops questioned what happened. It was rather interesting, as my mother thought she needed to know what the fuck was going down. After all, they had awoken her from a sound sleep. She was pissed. I was just concerned about my car. I'm telling ya, I just paid that bitch off. You dent it. You pay.

I just got home from hangin' with Jami, and we watched Running with Scissors. I really enjoyed the movie. But then again, I like things like that. Whether it's true or not. It's definitely one fucked up movie. And I'm surprised that Augusten Burroughs is not a serial killer or on some sadistic death raid as we speak. It's rather shocking, and well I enjoy shocking to the max. It's funny but sad all at once. And well just watch it if you get the chance. I really need to finally read his books now. They're on my shelf...

And though I'm allergic to rabbits. Jami and Rowan have an adorable little bunny at their house. Though I knew I would probably get some sort of red rash, I had to cuddle with the bunny. It's the cutest thing ever. And well, I couldn't help myself. It's the runt of the litter, and is probably the size of a my fist, and has the cutest little floppy ears. Paco, so fell asleep on my chest. And I'm officially in love.

Work was amazingly shit-tastic today. That is all. The Italian I had for dinner totally made up for the day as did the nap on my grandma's couch. Tell me why my family thinks it's funny to slip on a trucker hat and grandma slip over sunglasses why I snore away. Tell me why I don't wake up while this happens. Tell me why my grandmother thinks bologna makes you horny. Tell me why my grandmother tivos the grand ole opry. Sometimes we're just ridiculous.

Let's see. I'm running out of shit to talk about. The Janice Dickinson Show on Wednesday was just laugh out loud for me. I don't know, but that chick that's fucking her model was so jealous of Fargo. I was like dude. You are making yourself so obvious. Like Janice wouldn't pick up on that shit. Throw your fit already, and stop hanging over his ugly ass. We get that you're fucking him, must you out yourself. Not the smartest thing to do. Now you look like an ass. People ask me all the time why I like this show. It's funny, it's real, and well I guess I like watching chaos. She's like a car wreck, you have to stop and watch. It's so addicting.

Britney Spears done lost her mind. And I've been calling it for weeks. She shall always be the trailer to my trash. I don't understand the sudden breakdown as of late, and so publicly. I actual feel sorry for her. Things happen. And well I just hope she can finally get her life together, and for the better...

Peace out.

Dirty little secrets.

So I saw this somewhere else, and I thought it would be fun. Anonymously of course, tell the world one or more of your dirty little secrets. Something you wouldn't normally bust out into a conversation. I saw some pretty crazy responses. I think it will be fun. I won't know who you are. So be brave, or make me laugh. Your choice.

These are my testing supplies...

The title is in reference to Wilford Brimley and the greatest icon ever. Gees.

I always enjoying seeing people, I haven't seen in like forever. It's always refreshing to see a blast from the past every now and then. Makes you think about where your life could be, and why it's good to have moved on. I miss seeing this person, but my life is much better where it is now. But none the less it was good to see him.

So it was brought to my attention that my blog occasionally comes up in google alerts. I find this amusing. It's always fun to get an email, saying hey, "You're so famous!" I aim to please. Goal accomplished. It's even funnier when you're making fun of someone's sense of style, well lack of. Why do gorgeous people insist on wearing ugly clothes?

I saw a Teddy Ruxpin today. I nearly fainted. It just goes to show that childhood fears always stay with you. My grandmother thought it would be the greatest idea to get me one of those fuckers when I was a child. I never asked for one, nor did I want one. It scared me. Something about shoving a tape in his ass, and it then talking, freaked the shit out of me. I just couldn't handle such technology. But then again, this is coming from a chick that was terrified of Raggedy Ann.

Anyway. I'm out.

P.S. These bitches make me laugh.

MELIMAE1030: awwwwwwww pooor baby
HelloKittyBitch: I'm here
MELIMAE1030: Z don't laugh
DHSloveME: I'm sorry, that's kind of funny
TammySue325: why not im laughing
DHSloveME: does that make me a bad person?
HelloKittyBitch: just changing the channel
MELIMAE1030: u are going to be a horrible Aunt to my kids
DHSloveME: I'm gonna be the cool aunt
MELIMAE1030: Yes it does
DHSloveME: you wait.
MELIMAE1030: where is ur maternal instinct
MELIMAE1030: lol
TammySue325: im laughing so hard its not even funny lol
MELIMAE1030: I cant wait
MELIMAE1030: my kids are going to be fucked up
HelloKittyBitch: does it smell and how old is he?
DHSloveME: LOL
MELIMAE1030: LOL
TammySue325: hes 10
MELIMAE1030: ewwwww bad
DHSloveME: does it smell...IT'S SHIT!
TammySue325: lmao
MELIMAE1030: I just bursted out laughing

P.S.S. Meli, bursted is not a word. And Vic, why exactly were you changing the channel?

P.S.S.S I just found the greatest icon ever.

P.S.S.S.S. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>Yawns<<

Let's see. I'm seriously exhausted. Maybe I should try harder at trying to sleep, but anyway, I watched The Black Dahlia, then Grey's Anatomy (O.M.F.G. Meredith!), and then tried to watch Hollywoodland with the fam. Well...I woke up about an hour and a half ago, the lights were all turned off, and I was wrapped up on the couch with two blankets. Apparently I was too tired to make it through the movie, and fell asleep. I don't even remember anyone telling me goodnight, or covering me up. Usually I can hear what's going on around me, especially when I've just dozed off on the couch. So now I'm awake. Of course. I went through the tivo, watched some of the Simple Life. And now I'm here. Awake. Story of my life.

Ryan had the follow up surgery today, well yesterday. And all seems well. I'll be glad for him when this is all over. It shouldn't be too much longer. He's been healing very well.

On another note. The Anna Nicole chaos is just sad. I was far from a fan, but, she's human, and her life was just tragic. She lost her son, and I can't even imagine what it's like losing a child. Everyone makes bad decisions, and sadly we must pay for those decisions. It's a part of life. For her sake I hope that she made peace with her demons before her death, and that her daughter doesn't suffer through any of this. Whoever her father is, I don't really care, if they loved that little girl, they wouldn't be slinging her name through the press. I hope they quietly deal with her paternity, and she's reunited with her true father. Because she's gonna need all the love she can get; cruel as these tabloids can be. I just hope she can be shielded from the embarrassment and pain.

Such a sad story.

P.S. Deidre Hall needs a new stylist. [pic: click if you dare!]

P.S.S. I think the Lulas should get a tattoo. Only if I'm drugged. Because my friend Rosalinda just got a new one with angel wings, that look really cute. Or maybe we should just get bells.

P.S.S.S. Maybe I'm just out of my mind.

RIP :(

1963-2007
3>'s.

I'm too tired for sleep.

It gets harder and harder for me to sleep at night. Not sure what the big deal is, but I really need to sleep during normal hours of the day. It's not that I'm not tired, I am, I just can't make myself go to bed. When I do make it to bed, I toss and turn, making it really impossible to sleep anyway.

Tonight's no different. Well, I probably would be asleep, if it wasn't for my dumbass cute as can be cat. I swear, he infuriates me and makes me love him all in the same moment. About 30 minutes ago, while sitting up on my desk like he usually does while I'm surfing the net, he decides that for no apparent reason, he's gonna knock my Dr. Pepper off the desk onto a pile of blank CD's. It's never been so liberating to throw a cat half way across the room, and watch him run zig-zags across the living room floor, as it was just minutes ago. But then of course he comes tip-toeing back to me with his head hunkered almost to the floor. Of course it's a cuddle moment, and I feel bad for the whole thing. Damn that pussy. But I love him just the same.

Okay, so now the internet decides that it too, would like to be an asshole tonight. Randomly it just likes to not work. I pay enough for it, do your fucking job. I would have probably thrown the cat again, if this had lasted more than two minutes. I swear, I don't think it's my day so far.

Sleep, must sleep.

P.S. The Easy Bake Oven recall is stupid. If your kid is stupid enough to stick their hand inside an oven, maybe you should invest in some sort of mental facility.

P.S.S. My dreams too are getting crazier. The other night, I dreamed that work wanted me to deliver a 3 pack of batteries somewhere in an 18 wheeler truck. I ended up getting lost, and not being able to drive the truck, so my mother helped. And we ended up at some cabin with a waterfall. So random.

P.S. S. S. Days of our Lives is horrible as ever. John was so gonna break out into a song. I know it. The way he talked. So weird.

Family Matters...

Well, if you're a whore...

Have you ever been sitting around the dinner table or made your way to the couch after dinner, and listened to the older members of your family talk about the past? And not just get into that bullshit about how life was so much better back in the day. Back when you didn't have to lock your doors because you were just too stupid to realize that the world was harsh and cruel. I'm talking about gossip. Just flat out, who was sleeping with who, gossip. People I've heard about, but never realized just how scandalous they really were. Let's see...I think I'm better off just making a list.

• Other Papa was indeed a bootlegger in the depression.
• My great great uncle Emory, left his wife for another woman. A woman he worked with, a woman Emory's wife Frances knew and trusted as a friend. I'm not sure what Birdie was thinking. Her previous husband was loaded. When Emory and Birdie finally married, Birdie's Daddy, made sure that after Birdie's death all her assets went back to the family and not Emory. And this was all during the 30's, when you didn't divorce. Aunt Frances never spoke another word to Uncle Emory.
  
• My great great Uncle Buck lives in California. There's a reason I've seen him all of like twice. He's been married on numerous occasions, but his wife before this last marriage, has a warrant out for his arrest. So when he would come to town, he'd get arrested every time. He decided to flee Texas (smart man) to get away from this crazy broad. Uncle Buck, must have been a stud, because once while breaking up with a girlfriend on her front porch, she ran in so distraught, that she drank some sort of poison. Before Buck could get her to the hospital she died.
• My great-grandpa Jones' sister Ruby went crazy and lived the rest of her life in some sort of mental facility.
  
• My grandma's cousin was married once before. (Did not know this.) And has two daughter's living in California somewhere. No one knows where they are, or if they are even alive. His wife now, wouldn't allow him to contact them, and apparently it's a conversation we don't have.
• Above's wife was once married to a pilot, a rich pilot. They lived in Manhattan. She vacationed to California and met grandma's cousin. Within a week, she had dumped her fiance, and never returned to NYC. Not even to get her belongings. Her fiance died months later in some famous plane crash. They eventually married, never telling their only son he had two sisters. He later found out through his uncle. Oh were they pissed.
  
• I have a great great uncle named Tater Chip.
• Apparently several uncles and cousins of mine liked the women. Several of them have illegitimate children, some paying child support on the sly, and others flat out refusing. Some kids popped up years later. Surprise you're my daddy style.

And those are only a few that I even remember. I was floored. It's always neat to be able to place stories with these people you've seen countless pictures of. It just goes to show, that life's always been crazy. The past isn't as goody two shoes as it's made out to be. I kind of like my crazy and scandalous background. Now I totally understand my craziness. When all else fails, blame the family.

I so need to write a book. Or make my own soap. Hell, I have the material...

I couldn't resist.

To be or not to be?

The awesomeness that is Zee.

Random facts about me, Zee.

• Twice, when I worked at a movie theater I was burned. The second occurrence left a scar on my right boob, which for weeks hurt like hell. I'm thankful that the scar no longer looks like a third nipple.
  
• I was head butted once in a fight, that left a tiny scar on my nose.
  
• I was caught flashing my goods to the neighbor kid, when I was four. Hey, we had a deal. He'd show me his, I'd show him mine.
  
• I once owned a cat named Sugarfoot. She liked to perch on my head. I didn't like it so much.
• In the sixth grade, I wanted to Save the Trees. Which left me with a silent lunch. Apparently that's not a good reason not to do your homework.
• My senior year, I skipped 4th period everyday. I question, who ever went to study hall anyway? I also thought advanced PE would be a great class.
  
• My friend Akerra and I, thought all night trips around Bristol would be awesome. Sleeping in your car sucks ass.
  
• I don't remember a thing about my graduation party.
  
• When I played basketball in the 4th grade, this one chick kept bumping into me on purpose, so I hit her. Flat out punched her in the gut. Unfortunately, I was kicked out of the game. My coach later gave me a high five.
  
• I once wished death on my mother's Rod Stewart tape. Seconds later, it starting spitting the tape from the radio. I now believe in God.
• I now like Rod Stewart.
• My dad left my brother and myself at Walmart once. He was drunk. I was sober. And well, he was later arrested. The beginning of the end bitches.
• I'm a night owl. Have you noticed?
• I once was obsessed with fish. I had to have them, and my huge tank had to be clean. None of that algae nastiness. My biggest fish, Bodacious, grew to be the size of my two fists put together. He later died. And he wouldn't flush down the toilet. He had to be buried. Poor guy.
• Much to the surprise of others, I don't stalk celebrities.
• Abba songs always make me dance.
• I used to tivo the Match Game, when I had Game Show Network.
• I can do the Xena, Warrior Princess, call...scream, yell..whatever you want to call it.
• I used to want to be a WWF, wrestler. Back when it was WWF. I was 7. Don't ask.
• One of Garth Brooks CD's was the very first CD I ever owned. I hold my head in shame to this day.
• I once got Gak stuck in my hair. Remember that shit?
  
• I sing in the shower like no one's listening.
• The President of Nascar graduated from the same high school I graduated from. Does that tell you anything?
• My name actually scrolled across the bottom of a Days of our Lives episode once. It happened to be the 10,000 episode. So um yeah, I'm hot shit. I even got this cool bracelet.
• I am a Lulas. A group that consists of the most elite people ever. Gotta love our matching bells.
• I secretly want to vacation in Twitty City.
• I like carrots.
  
• My cat could kick your cat's ass.
• I laugh every time I'm in an elevator. It's just spontaneous. The more I coach myself not to laugh, the more I do. It's rather amusing, and makes people uncomfortable.
• Escalator's scare me, as do birds.
• Fireworks, used to be a family tradition. One Fourth of July, we accidentally set a portion of a field on fire. We quickly extinguished the fire. But not before, my aunt ran into some lose barbed wire, my uncle chipped his tooth, and mom cursed my dad for laughing. Oh those were the days.
• I used to think Jaws was scary.
• I don't enjoy large open bodies of water. My imagination gets the best of me. But I love to swim. Pools. Only pools.
• I've gone Greyhound.
• I'm a horrible bowler. I once bowled a 9.
• Smut amuses me.
  
• Recently thumbing through old family photos, it was brought to my attention, that I did indeed sport a look similar to Dorothy Hammil. Bob cut and a windbreaker set. Oh was I cool.
• My mother enjoyed dressing my brother and I up in matching Halloween costumes. One year he was Kenny Rogers and I was Dolly Parton. My mother should have been stopped.
• Speaking of Dolly. I've seen her in concert, and have been to Dollywood. Both left sour tastes in my mouth.
• Though I'm terrified of heights, I love rollercoasters. My senior year, our senior trip to Dollywood (don't get me started) resulted in a bunch of us getting our teachers and principal to ride the Tennessee Tornado. Which resulted in some great photos. Reminder: Never open your mouth while riding a rollercoaster.
• I'm a sucker for myspace and its stupid little surveys.
• I sometimes will break out into a British accent.
  
• I took chorus my senior year of high school, because all the cool kids were doing it. I am now the champion of lip syncing.
• I have a weakness for shiny pretty things.
• I once saved a mouse from a glue trap, took him home to grandma, only to almost give her a heart attack. Apparently she doesn't like mice. Who knew?
• Randomly when I make fun of people, I give them a funny accent or voice. Usually they end up sounding rather manly and southern.
  
• I find the icon above, hilarious. And maybe true...
  

Find out next time...

California Dreamin'.

"One of the most adventurous things left for us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams."

I've been having some crazy dreams as of late. I'm not sure what the hell's going down, but my God, these make for amusing conversations. I wake up, and I can't even comprehend why I would dream such craziness. Not only are they crazy, but I pretty much remember what happened throughout my whole dream. That never happens. Very rarely do I remember what happens. Like last night, I dreamed that I was in the Senate, and was pushing for a bill, where underwear was illegal. And the night before, I dreamed I was friends with someone, that I would never befriend. Ever. Apparently I killed their fish, and almost killed this person. And was generally upset when I found out they were dying. Hmmm, the rest is kind of a blur now.

I missed the Super Bowl. Which is well, okay. What I really wanted to watch, which I'm pissed that I missed, was the half time show. Prince and Stevie Nicks. What a kick ass show, and I miss it. Oh well, thank God for youtube. I wish I were in Miami though. I really need to make it a point to visit my slutty pop. He's rather a manwhore. Or I like to think he is. Makes him more colorful as a person. Which he is. But I seriously doubt it now. He learned from his infidelity. I think. Once again I hope so. He's such an adulterous slut. HAHA. Anyway, now that I went from the Super Bowl to my grandfather's moral choices...what am I thinking. He's like 75, I bet he's someone's sugar daddy. He so fits the mold. Speaking of Sugar Daddy's. I want one...

I want more than ever to be in Cali at the moment. Can't wait for March. We're gonna tear that place up...until then...peace out bitches.

With much sadness...

My heart skipped a beat, when I clicked onto CNN.com, and I read that Molly Ivins had passed away. She's by far my favorite journalist and I will miss reading her columns and will always love reading her books. Such a brilliant and witty woman, may she rest in peace.

Mary Tyler "Molly" Ivins

August 30, 1944-January 31, 2007

"In Texas, we do not hold high expectations for the governor's office; it's mostly been occupied by crooks, dorks and the comatose."

"Good thing we've still got politics in Texas - finest form of free entertainment ever invented."

“Next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please pay attention.”

“The entire state now stands as proxy for W. Bush, under attack for political reasons, ... The rest of the country likes to look down on Texas as a nest of yahoos, racists and rednecks.”

I heart this woman!