When Life Gives You Lemons.

I'm with the quickness-challenged.

2008-11-07T01:05:00.000-08:00

I'm really not sure where to begin. I suck at blogging. But we know this already.

So in 24 hours surrounding election day. We elected our first African American president, a portion of my house fell on me, and I had to call 911. Such an eventful week this was. I love it. I'm bruised, I'm sore, and Tara gave me happy pills. Gotta love that betch.

I know this is random. But maybe one day, I'll get back into blogging...Back when life was bliss, and friends didn't have such petty trust and loyalty issues. Back when selling out was hard to do.

I miss this.

Bye.

Oh the universe.

2008-07-16T14:43:00.000-07:00

I am such an ass. Life has gotten the best of me, and I've failed to update the few fans that actually read this garbage I call my life. So much has happened. So much growing up. I can't even grasp the thought of my so called bliss.

I've moved twice this year. Once to a shit-tay apartment in the ghetto, that made me ill. We get all settled in, only to find out that they are tearing down our so called home. Which lead us to our cute little house in Denton's version of Bel-Air. I love it. It's a cute little house I share with two room-mates. Stephen is the Jack to my Karen, and well Eryn's the red-headed step child. Literally.

It's funny. Now that I pay my bills and my portion of the rent. I appreciate my mother so much more. I've found my inner domesticated housewife. And I find myself in a constant state of annoyance when I find dirty dishes in the sink, when I know how easy it would have been to put them in the dishwasher. Or when I find shoes on the floor, after I've vacuumed. I know how liberating it must have felt for my mother to throw them into my room. My mother is getting the biggest kick out of my rants. I let her laugh, because she deserves it. It's some sort of sick pleasure for her. So the jist of the story. For the first time in my adult life. I have a clean room, that stays clean.

Batista the wrestler happened to walk into the Lewisville I-Hop when I was enjoying a tasty meal here recently. And yes. We are still talking about it. Because I'm an obsessive dork like that.

I finally made it to Disneyland this year. What a life changing experience that was. It's probably one of the funnest days I've ever had. And I can't wait to go back. Props to Lo and Kiki for their awesome Disney tour guide skills.

I've lost some friends this year and I've gained many in return. It's sad how some of us grow apart. But in the end I don't love them any less. A part of me will always be grateful for their aid in my personal growth.

Sorry for the delay...

So this is Christmas.

2007-12-13T01:58:00.000-08:00

Awe. Retirement. Never felt so lonely.

I had this dream the other night, about my grandfather in Miami. I haven't seen him in close to 14 years. It's not like that whole period has been silent, I do have some contact with him. But in all honesty, I really don't know the man. Sometimes I feel like he's just a character in my crazy drama filled life. But anyway...I dreamed that he had finally come back home, and he was staying with us at the house. Random things happened, and I remember dreaming that we were at the airport, and he was getting ready to leave. I was telling his this story, and he just got up and left. I remember following him, and trying to get him to listen, the more he walked the more frustrated I became. I became frantic, when I realized he had left us. In all honesty, I've never been so upset about a dream. Needless to say, Pop says he's gonna visit us around the first of the year. I'll believe it, when I pick his ass up at the airport.

This is where life gets complicated. Life just seems all to sad right now. I'm not a big fan of the holidays, it always reminds me of the people that aren't around to celebrate with you. It's a crazy world. I've had my fair share of Christmas heartbreak. I remember in the 7th grade, my mom packed us kids up really early, and put us in the van. Trying to escape my father. Not that he was scary or abusive. She couldn't look him in the face to tell him she was leaving him. We weren't so lucky. I remember being so mad, that he had gotten up, and packed his things to go with us. I wanted to leave. Now I want nothing more than to spend Christmas with him. I've been having these weird thoughts. It's complicated, but I feel like he's slipping away. So many people are leaving me. I just want to get my last chance at goodbyes. That's all. I call him, I mention things. He's slowly forgetting. I'm scared, that I've waited too long to stop being such a baby, and just let him know how I feel. I'm too damn stubborn, and it's really going to be the end of me. So many people waste their lives away being stubborn, I'm one of them. I just feel sad. Hopefully this will pass.

I miss you.

2007-09-09T23:42:00.000-07:00

I miss the jokes. I miss the laughter. I miss the hugs. I miss the stories. I miss the front porch talks and the smell of aftershave and cigars. I miss breakfast dates. I miss your face. I miss turning the kitchen corner and hearing the TV. I miss you. Simply you.

Two long years. I've grown, I've made mistakes, I've been happy, I've been sad, I've been depressed, I've been mellow, I've been myself. But everyday, at some point in the day, I think of you, and I smile. I hope your happy, where ever you rest. Know that I will always love you.

I can't believe it's been two years, since Bob's suicide. It's almost unimaginable. I still have moments where I'll think of something or see something, and I think I should tell Bob that. But then it hits me, I can't. I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of you being gone. It just doesn't seem right.

Until we meet again.

[P.S. She misses you more.]

The OC [CA part 3]

2007-08-31T03:30:00.000-07:00

Oh my stars, we're going to Paris. By that I mean, Chicago in October, and well by we I mean me. Or so it looks. Not exactly official, but yeah. I wanna go to the Chi! And like hardcore. Now all I have left to conquer is the East Coast, which could happen, if I travel to Virginia with mom come December for a wedding. But I don't see it happening. I don't have much love for the East Coast.

The recent trip to the OC, was rather interesting. Celebrating Lo's birthday, walking the streets of Anaheim, getting left in cars, eating at the soup plantation, accidentally finding Hollywood, losing my luggage, being Abe Lincoln, dancing in Ralph's, calling the Mormons, pissing off the 7-eleven guy, watching Weeds, finding Baldwin Hills, crazy lady at the museum, fiber fest, watching Woman on a Ledge with the Irish, watching crazy tapes, "Yea", and well my crazy cramps. I wouldn't do anything differently. Okay, so I'd knock out the cramps. But yeah. I love my travels.

I really should sleep. My schedule is so out of whack. Not even funny.

Enjoy the video.

Grandma Shirley!

2007-08-31T02:35:00.000-07:00

Grma Shirley loves Deidre Hall

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She's such a fan. Can't you tell?

Grma Shirley Drives.

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She strikes again. She's fabulous. I turn on the camera, and well she's a ham. And I love her.

Is it over yet?

2007-08-08T00:01:00.000-07:00

So I was assaulted by an old lady. Assaulted with her love that is. I helped her with her things today, and the woman literally grabbed me, and then started to hug me. I was overwhelmed. She not only hugged me, she started to hug another co-worker, and shined a light in another's. I thought she was my co-worker's grandma. Turns out, no one knew who the hell she was. She went on about Labor Day, and how it was her birthday, and that we shouldn't forget it. And I do believe this is the first time I didn't dislike an old lady customer. But then again, none have ever been this nice. Most are bitter, and scream obscenities.

Debbie broke her finger, I smashed my thumb, the old lady assaulted me. What an awesome day.

Seems I've been found out on myspace. Just when I thought I was hidden again. I get found all over again. This time the out pour is crazy.

So, I work with a lady who just had a baby. Well, she has another son who is two, who on a recent doctor's visit, a regular checkup I might add, found out that he has cancer. So I ask you to pray for his family, and pray for a full recovery for such a sweet little boy, who doesn't deserve such a burden.

I'm really tired. I'm off to bed.

All I ever wanted....

2007-08-07T01:46:00.000-07:00

Vacation. All I ever needed.

Brenda [my boss] told me to enjoy my vacation. So, I guess I'll be doing that in 12 days. This will also mark the 3rd visit to the great state of California this year. I love racking up frequent flyer miles. It's become sort of a hobby. Maybe I should go to pilot school? Or not. LOL.

I guess this is some sort of countdown until I fly off to west coast. Not much going on these days. I continue to drink redbull like they've discontinued it or something. I didn't have one today, and my head hurt. I think this is some sort of sign to stop with the consuming. But they are so good. I've even upgraded to the bigger can. It's kind of a sad story. Oh well, I'll always have my wings.

Abby's birthday was yesterday. I've had her for 6 years now, and I can't imagine life without her. I've literally gone broke for this dog, and well I hope we have many more years together, if not, I might just die.

Okay. It's really time for bed. Love you bitches.

Back to Black.

2007-07-30T03:06:00.000-07:00

New Song.

A dedication of sorts. And well I love this song.

I've got so much shit to do tomorrow. I really should get some things done, so I can stop worrying about things. Starting with buying plane tickets. I really should get to bed.

Oh and I've decided, that I want to smoke some mary j with my dad. I don't know why this is so important to me. Maybe it's because my dad was such the hippie, and his friends were well, awesome. But I'm gonna make this happen. And it's not like he doesn't know that I partake in the fun that is Mary. It's been too long. High School, was rather fun. Ha. Ha. I think my last time should be with the man they call Walter. It just makes sense.

Peace Out.

I [heart] Saturdays.

2007-07-28T20:52:00.000-07:00

I really should be doing something productive, but I don't feel like it. I read all night, and have slept off and on all day. Stopping for lunch, and I got my car inspected. Which I've delayed for almost 2 months. I totally forget these things. And let's see, I caught up on Days. Though I'm not sure what the hell is up with the Vegas story. When did this happen? I'm too confused to watch, so I fast forward. It takes me about 30 minutes to watch a weeks worth of shows. That's really bad if you ask me.

I've almost made it through the 5th book of HP. And I cheated and saw the movie last week, and well it pissed me off. It's not like the book. I almost feel cheated. But I guess it's what I deserve for not finishing the book first. And I almost like Bellatrix LeStrange in some odd weird psychotic way. She's crazy as hell that braud.

I really should start preparing for my flight coming up in August. But yeah, I'm too lazy today. Sad, I know. But this does give me reason to shop later on this month. And I've had my eyes on new luggage. And the phone whore inside me, really wants an iphone. Someone stop me.

Okay. Off to being bored again.

RIP Tammy Faye

2007-07-22T01:47:00.000-07:00

Tammy Faye Messner
(March 7, 1942-July 20, 2007)

click pic for article via cnn.

Guess What?

2007-07-22T01:28:00.000-07:00

Another trip. Yep, I shall be flying to yet another undisclosed location. I'll make the location known, when I feel like it. Or when I get home. Who knows?

I've gotten back into reading the Harry Potter books, though I'm extremely behind. I've finally on the 5th book. Go me. Which, for me, is an accomplishment. I mean, to have finally found the time to actually sit back and read the 4th book, is quite the achievement, all things considering. Only 3 more to go. I have the books, nothing but my procrastination is preventing me from reading. I've already spoiled myself with reading the last chapter of the last book. (after fighting off customers, I snagged myself a book last night while at work.) So we'll see how fast I finish the series.

So yeah, hey oh.

I'm gonna shower, then read. Maybe.

Updates!

2007-07-20T03:40:00.000-07:00

Amazing new feature. Youtube! So if I plug in key words, which right now I have a Days of our Lives theme, video links show up on my blog. And if something catches your eye, you can view the clip without leaving the page. NEAT! I thought so too!

I also have the song of the moment. Which will be updated whenever I feel like it. Or if you know, you get tired of my tunes.

Okay, I'm done.

Lady Bird, RIP.

2007-07-12T02:50:00.000-07:00

Lady Bird Johnson
(December 22, 1912-July 11, 2007)

Tell me why tonight on Larry King, he felt it was more important to talk about Nicole Ritchie and her stupid dilemma's then it was talk about the death of First Lady, Lady Bird Johnson? And as far as I'm concerned, he lost all credibility when he referred to Nicole as Paris' "BFF". I've never been so upset with the media. Well there is when Ann Coulter opens her mouth, but I'm not going to even touch that.

I do know that if she does lay in state in Austin, that I'll be trying my best to make the drive to pay my respects. Such a classy lady, and well I feel like I should be a part of history. Such a sad day for not only Texas, but for this country. May she rest in peace.

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2007-07-11T00:35:00.000-07:00

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find the ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world

Photo Op.

2007-06-30T05:14:00.000-07:00

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I wanna dance in the rain...

2007-06-26T01:00:00.000-07:00

Vanilla coke is goodness.

I'm really bored. I should be in bed. But I'm thinking about doing laundry. Why the fuck do I bother watching the tivo'd eppy of Days? Oh that's right, LH is the ish, and makes the show watchable, even through all the suckage.

All this rain, sure does ruin my summer. Though I'm pretty sure we really effin need it. It rained so much, my hair curled, and my hair ended up looking nappy. Which I think looks gross. Other's seem to like the hippie look, as I like to call it.

Okay, random I know. But what color is my skin? Yeah, I was thinking white myself. So um, someone thought I was of Mexican decent today. I laughed. HARD. This summer has made it almost impossible to tan. I don't fake tan either. As I am claustrophobic. So I'm pretty pale at the moment. Maybe it's the dark chocolate hair? Maybe it's my thick Latina accent? Who the fuck knows?

Ahhh, Vanilla coke.

Quote of the Day |Yesterday|

2007-06-23T18:47:00.000-07:00

"Baby, do you remember that you have a skirt on? Please don't show your snatch." [Random customer to his little girl who was maybe 5. Oh the lulz.]

Free P!

2007-06-21T17:40:00.002-07:00

Just because I thought it was funny.

Rotten in Denmark.

2007-06-19T02:40:00.000-07:00

I need a new lamp. And possibly some new shoes to go with that. Today is almost a blur, my lack of sleep finally caught up with me, and well I do believe delusional describes most of my actions. This lady got really rude with me today, and I seriously laughed in her face. I'm normally really good about bullshitting a smile, but today, nope.

Ryan is still gone. I miss him. He finally called me like after a week. Glad he's having fun without me. I'm having fun, watching Dawson's Creek DVD's and chillin' on the couch and well being bored.

Anyone else find this Paris Hilton drama hilarious? I mean, a month in jail? A bit excessive for a traffic violation, but it still makes me chuckle. And Britney Spears, I swear, if I see her snatch one more time, I might just punch a baby. I mean we get it. You need the attention, but does it have to be the snatch? Show us some pinkie toe for God's sake. The snatch is unnecessary. Nicole Ritchie pregnant? Please say no! Do not want. And Lindsay, we so proud. Gotta love that Hollywood gossip.

I think it's time for bed. Though my 6 hour nap did me a world of help. But alas, I'm still tired as fuck. Later loves.

Speak Yo Mind...

2007-06-14T19:07:00.000-07:00

I don't normally call people out on their bullshit on the internet, but when it's your only means of communication with a certain bunch of nobodies, than I guess that's what I'll do.

Soap drama has never been so much fun. I love to lurk, and read what stupid bullshit Bex has to say or how much further her face will be in some one's ass, or how about Sundi and how many frequent flyer miles she's racked up, or wait, maybe Linn will post something stupid and superficial on how great Deidre Hall's hair looked today, or how she's so fraking awesome. Yes, she uses the word frak. Do you really pride yourself in lying that you own just about anything Deidre has worn. But wait, it's in a different color. Or let's see, how many times GraceAdler aka Kimmie, can mention that she can't talk to Deidre, because she intimidated by her. [Seriously? Like I laugh. Out loud. She's definitely not some sort of real celebrity. I mean, yes and no. I think they call it the D list.] Or OMG, I made a sign, and Deidre hugged me. Okaaaaaay. Or lets see, how many times Bstreis aka Clarissa, can post the same picture of Deidre Hall in some stupid 80's garb. We get it. She's lovely, she's simply the best. Did I leave anyone out? Oh. How could I forget Jiggs? If Jiggs were a normal human being, she/he would have outed themselves already. Yet another nobody not willing to come clean, as to who they are. Pathetic. Well Hell, I forgot to name a certain little leach named Trish. You were pathetic. I mean, did you actually think I believed that you weren't trying to spy on me or my board for whatever reason? I have my ways. And apparently they are more loyal to, me. You were outed before you even joined. And way to get CJ all skurred. I was never gonna kick her ass. I promise. I'm not that trashy.

I mean, I'd gladly post this shit on some Simply The Best shit fest thread on Marlena and Stalkers, but yeah, it seems as though I'm not allowed. I've cut myself for years wishing I could be a member of such an elite club. It seems as though my trash digging skills just aren't good enough, or maybe I haven't driven down Strada Corta enough times. Or peaked in the gate, or upgraded to trying to search the streets of Santa Monica. I mean my life just isn't complete. I don't have Hallsy's autograph like on every 8x10 she's ever posed for. I guess I'm a bad fan. Do I need to kiss a Miss Cathleen Jean Paradis on the ass cheeks just to get a taste of what life would be if Deidre Hall pretended to give two shits about me or what my life is like? Is life really all that much better? I can't seem to comprehend how anyone could hold someone up in so much regard. To me that's obsession, and obsession is not exactly good for the stalking soul.

So this brings me to Mr. Drake Hogestyn. So he makes a few truthful statements in the most recent Soap Digest? Sue the fucking man. At least he's not shouting "Warmth bath of fucking love!" from the mountain tops, or giving people false hope. The show will most likely end in 2009. So what? Whatcha gonna do? Send him black roses. I bet it's all his fault. I do believe life is gonna move on without Days of our fucking Lives. I do believe I will still get up each morning, take a piss, and go on about my day. I'm not holding onto some odd hope that the show will prevail, lets not worry. Drake speaks what he believes, and well if your gonna give his co-star praise for speaking her mind, then you can't turn around and set Drake ablaze. But then again, if Deidre were to scream "I hate God!" All her fans would be atheist's in a heartbeat. So what if Drake feels the need to let off steam. It's better than keeping it in, and lying. Confession is good. Even for the stalking soul. Last time I checked this was a free country, and Drake can say what ever the fuck he wants. As can you...I know. But when it comes to the point of being annoying and hypocritical, yes, I to can call you on your bullshit.

Let's see, before you throw stones. And start the "I know why your not in the Fan Club! Or why Deidre Hall hates you!" Or some bullshit about, "She knows who you [and Lo] are!" I'm gonna say it. Yes, I believed that there was some sort of possibility that Deidre and Drake were a couple. As did a lot of so-called current fan club members. So the fuck what. I've come clean, and I'm being "punished" for whatever reason. OMG, Zee has an opinion, and is not afraid to use it. She's not inclined to keep her FC membership safe, by kissing ass. In fact, I think I'd rather spend my 20 bucks on actually doing this world a little good, and maying feeding a few starving children. I will say, at least I wasn't photoshopping heads onto nude bodies. Isn't it funny that after all this bullshit about being banned from a FC, I've never tried to join any sort of Fan Club. I mean, I myself find it funny.

I guess this goes to show, when people speak their minds, and say something that maybe ruffles a few feathers, people get pissed. People just can't be honest anymore. They prefer to be lead on to some sort of fantasy land in the clouds, by some flake.

Oh and in case you haven't noticed, the Drake bashing got kind of old. The consistent need to comment on every thing he says, is a bit stalkerish, and well it scares the rest of mankind. For a group of people that seem to dislike him so much, they hang on to every word he has to say, like OMG they care. It's kind of cute.

P.S. CC dares you to respond.

Maybe the hairclip can fix it?

2007-06-09T05:08:00.000-07:00

Sadness bestows me. In a matter of hours my brother abandons me. Leaves me for a place I'm, how can I really say this, scared to revisit. So many things happened, and well, I don't think I can return just yet. I still need time. I can't gain the courage to visit my own father. What kind of person does that make me? Maybe, one day. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me. I just need courage, that's all. I have my parents. This shouldn't be so hard.

I don't really know how to say this lightly either. Another wound opened. Another suicide plagues me. Not that I care. But it's still sad. And I physically feel the pain these people are going through. Not that this man, was exactly the model citizen, but I have no right to judge. I only know what I've seen, and what I've been told. And who he's hurt. I can only imagine that he finally saw the light, and couldn't handle whatever he discovered. I hope that he finally came to peace with himself. Because in the end, that's all that matters. [RM:RIP]

So latest, LA trip. Amazing. Leann Hunley is the ish, and well, enough said. Almost hanging with a soap star, and well, the downside, my flights were shitty. Sitting next to Mama Jr. That woman was so stupid, and how many times must you ask me why I'm flying to LA? Seeing friends just isn't a good enough excuse I guess. And do I care that you have an extra set of headphones that I can use? Or how many times must you complain about the noise your earphones are making? Or did you have to make me move when our flight was taking off? Or do I care about Texas weather, or how you got stuck in Atlanta? But I did get a free magazine from the ordeal. And last but not least, I don't know how your valet parking works. Shouldn't you? The Flight home got even worse. Not only was it delayed. I sat next to a woman, that was about 2 inches shy of cuddling with me, and who snored in my ear. And as if that's not bad, there was a crying baby on the flight. Cried the whole fucking way home. Not only did I not sleep, I rolled into Texas at about 4 in the morning, cranky, bitchy, and well, did I say bitchy?

The event. Well interesting. I'm thankful for the bar. I'm not really all that star struck really. The alcohol helps with that I guess. I practically attacked Will Utay, he shouldn't have said he was from Dallas. But really, they're just glorified people, I guess. I've never seen so many mullets, and old women. Funny shit. I think the funniest thing, was watching that guy make a text message, that said something on the lines of, "These people are fucking insane." Maybe one day, I'll share my pics. The important people can see some of them on myspace.

Awe, so I forgot how much I love Dawson's Creek. And seriously, Pacey and Tamara. Hotness. Haven't we all wanted to fuck a teacher? HAHA.

[So in the time it took me to type this up, I got 6 friend requests on myspace. None of which I know. Myspace is getting really bad on spam. It needs to be fixed, and like asap. Make that 7]

And then I kissed him.

2007-06-01T05:04:00.000-07:00

I can't sleep. Imagine that. I'm even jamming Hans Zimmer. No such luck...

This time tomorrow. I'll be somewhere in California. Be jealous.

RIP Charles Nelson Reilly

2007-05-28T01:58:00.000-07:00

I literally was on my way to bed, when I read that Charles Nelson Reilly had passed away. I'm extremely sad. He always brought a smile to my face when I'd watch the Match Game. Him and Brett Somers were hilarious. I shall miss him.

Charles Nelson Reilly
(January 13, 1931-May 25, 2007)

Click on the pic to watch video. Loves it!

Emotions.

2007-05-27T03:09:00.000-07:00

Someone posted this on myspace, and well it was interesting. It actually helped. I encourage you all to do the same, whether you want to post them here, or just to write them down. Let those emotions out, it's such a relief, even if no one's listening, or here to take the blow.

RULES:
1) List 20 things you want to say to people, but never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Never discuss it again

1] I love you more than life itself, I just wish you listened long enough to hear it.

2] When you talk, I think to myself, "Man your parents sure did screw up."

3] I have these dreams, and each one ends with me saving you. I miss the hell out of you. And yes I blame myself.

4] When I told you I was visiting him, I lied.

5] Flush the toilet, and by God was your hands when your done.

6] Remember that summer I told you we were going bowling? We never made it to the bowling alley, we were too busy getting high, and being stupid.

7] There was a time when you meant the world to me. Even you, have lost your wings.

8] I wish you'd stop interfering with our lives. Yes we've grown up, and yes we can make our own decisions. I'm sorry you can't seem to understand that our lives don't revolve around you anymore.

9] I think you're a coward. Are we that repulsive that you stay with your whores in FL? Or do you feel that guilty? I think you should grow some balls, and face your past.

10] Whores steal a father from his children.

11] I think you deserve the world. I just wish I could give it to you.

12] Without you and you and you I would be lost.

13] Why all the secrets?

14] Why so much hate? You don't even know me.

15] You're one hell of a weird person, but I guess you mean well.

16] You choose to drink. It's not my fault you messed up.

17] Why is it that I just found out about your two older children? I don't care about the circumstances, two innocent baby girls, never knew their father. That makes me sick, that makes you a disgrace.

18] When I feel sad, I pull out the card you sent me. You changed my life. And I love you, always.

19] You know if you smiled, and said an easy "Hey, how are you?" People would probably like you. Deep inside, I know there's a person in there, we'd love.

20] I don't care what they say, I think your amazing.

You love my crazy flaws.

2007-05-26T03:18:00.000-07:00

Wow. Two posts in two days. I'm on a roll. Or not.

Let's see. I've had the past two days off, and haven't accomplished anything, but spending money. I seem to be pretty good at that. I just love the rain we've received over the past few days. Or not. Every time I step out with straightened hair, it rains and my hair gets wet, and it curls up. It gets kind of wavy, then frizzy, and it's driving me nuts.

So funny story. A couple of weeks ago, my brother and I were at Hastings. We saw this bumper sticker magnet black ribbon thing that said, "Support sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll." It's similar to the yellow ribbons that people plaster on the back of their cars to support our troops, and make themselves feel better about themselves, because damn it, they have the yellow ribbon to prove it. But that's another story. Anyway, we decided that needed to be on the back side of my grandmother's Impala. We opted for the ribbon, because it was a magnet, and easy to remove when she realized it was there. It's better then the Elvis Lives! sticker my brother wanted to buy. I mean, the Elvis one was funny, but it needed to be removable without causing damage. I didn't feel like getting arrested for vandalism. Because yes, my grandmother wouldn't hesitate killing me or sending me to jail for defacing her precious Impala.

Anyway, long story short. My grandmother drove around town and to Oklahoma to a casino with this magnet on the backside of her car, for two whole days. She wasn't as mad as I thought she would be, but wasn't pleased. But hey, we've been laughing about it ever sense. Picture it, grandma, big curly head of hair (grandma style), driving ever so cautiously, stopping at every yellow light, while you honk because she's going so slow. But then you see this sticker of sorts, and start to read. And you laugh ever so loudly, out loud. You phone your friends, your friend's friends, your neighbors, anyone you think of. Because that my friends. Is funny as hell. I've been watching my back though, because she's out to get me. I can feel it.

Mom turned 51, which means I'll be 23, which means before I know it, I'm 30. And that's the end as I know it. Scream for me. Okay so 30's not so bad. I think 40 will be the tough one. Because when your 50, the sex is supposed to be great. Right? Someone prove this.

6 days..................................................

Peace out.

Cali Part 2, well 3.

2007-05-25T04:00:00.000-07:00

Tell me how in the hell I spent 130 bucks at the liquor store yesterday? Oh wait, that's what happens when you grab two bottles of Disaronno, a bottle of Grey Goose, a bottle of Jack, and well some Myers Rum. Okay, so it's not all for me. The Grey Goose is all mine, but damn. 130 bucks. I went in for a gift, and ended up splurging on myself, and of course, my mother. (Happy birthday Mama.) None the less, Goody Goody Liquor loves us. Enough of the lush talk. I'm beginning to sound like someone else I know all too well.

California is only a week away. I need to get a move on though. I should really decide what I'm gonna pack. The camera I ordered finally came in the mail, and well, besides the packing issue, I do believe I'm all set. Can't wait for our mini little getaway.

Okay the cat just scared the shit out of me. He totally just knocked something into the sink, and is running around the house with his tail all bushed out. Serves him right. I'll end on that note.

Peace out.

Visual DNA.

2007-05-16T04:14:00.000-07:00

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

blog. wow. enjoy.

2007-05-14T23:40:00.000-07:00

Still kind of sick. The cough lingers. But I'm getting better...

I had the night off, so Mama Jackie and myself decided to go eat dinner and catch a movie. We ended up watching Georgia Rule and chowing down on some nice food at the movie tavern. The movie, despite it's bad ratings was good. Jane Fonda was funny. Felicity Huffman can never fail. And well, I still hold hope for Lindsey Lohan. Nothing like watching Lilo get fingered and giving a blow job with your mother. But alas, just watch.

Should I make it a point not to text and drive? Cee, tell em, how bad it can be...I'm just glad it was the tire, and not you. Correction. Tires. And tell me why cleaning out the email inbox on a sidekick, must be so time consuming. There has to be an easier way. And congrats to Meli, on becoming the proud parent of a kick. Now we're all connected. Isn't it great? Each Lulas, armed with a kick.

I can't wait to be back in LA. June 1 can't get here quick enough. I just wish I could stay longer. Gotta love those fly by vacations. And yes, it's soap related. Be jealous.

I'm out. Peace.

Dear Children. (read icon.)

2007-05-10T23:08:00.000-07:00

Wow. I'm writing. Amazing isn't it?

So here's the deal. I went to the zoo. I got sick. End of story. I had fun, and would do it all over again, but damn, do I have to bring home the biggest cold I've probably ever had? And it's not just any cold. It couldn't just hit me at once. Each day it progressed with something else. In fact, I've never choked on my tonsils until last Saturday at like 9 A.M. Wow, what an experience. I blame the children. Fuck them. And well, I'm still not really over this. Damn those snot nosed brats.

I felt like I was 92 today. Every time someone asked me a question, or even spoke to me, I was having to ask them to repeat themselves. My ears are so congested, or whatever you call it. I hate having people repeat themselves. Even chewing gum makes hearing almost impossible.

I just took a look around my room. And OMG. I need to do some major cleaning. I am by no means, a clean freak. My idea of organization, is stacks of papers and whatnots around the room. Like I have to order to my clutter. I really should do something about this. Anyone want to clean my room? HAHA. Don't you all jump at once.

And like OMG. Could Days of our Lives get any better?

shittake mushrooms.

2007-05-09T21:01:00.000-07:00

I am sick. I can't seem to get over this. It's been almost a week. Help me.

OMG. Update.

2007-05-03T23:54:00.000-07:00

So it's been brought to my attention that my updates have been missed. You could have fooled me.

Anyway. I've been busy. Busy being lazy. And well it's occurred to me, that I can't type anymore. I've officially spent to much time on the sidekick. I'm seriously having trouble typing this. Damn. I just haven't been up to doing much. And honestly updating this thing has been the least of my worries.

Let's see. Lorna and CeeAirrah played a horrible joke on Meli and myself. And for the record. I believed you for all of 10 minutes. I knew you had to be lying. But it got me thinking. Would this really be all that bad. It's not like we've seen them on TV anyway? I was almost relieved. Is that sad? Is that bad? Okay. So the joke. Mama and Papa had quit. Quit their jobs. Left us high and dry. My reaction, "Oh wow." Kudos to my ladies. You had us going. I just hope you haven't jinxed our already horrible show.

So if you've read my myspace blog about my OMG moments at work about the banana and the lopsided boobs. You're gonna get this. So again. It's happened. Woman walks into store, in only a sport's bra. I typed that correctly. Thin. White. Sports. Bra. And she's at least 45. With saggy old woman boobs. And I can see her, you know whats. I couldn't keep a straight face. You have to wonder what the fuck she was thinking. Because a Sports Bra is not an acceptable item of clothing if you've had 6 kids, and need a tummy tuck. Sorry. Please buy your Milwaukee's Best and your Marlboro Red's elsewhere. I don't wanna see your titties.

Be proud of me. I haven't had fast food in over a month. I just got tired of eating that stuff. Have you really looked at what your eating when you shove it in your mouth? Yuck. I still can't cut the Dr. Pepper. Soon. Very soon.

So, guess what I'm doing tomorrow? I've forced my mother into going to the zoo with me. I've been dying to go, and well, she's finally decided she's gonna go with me. I'm so excited. They have this new baby giraffe too. And well, don't laugh. I've always loved the zoo, and it's been forever. And well, thank God for 3 days off.

Later. And sorry for such a delay.

Video Blog.

2007-04-24T23:09:00.000-07:00

There ya have it. My day in a nut shell. We really didn't need that much rain. Seriously.

P.S. Ryan walked behind me, and scared me as I was filming...

Boom.

2007-04-17T23:52:00.000-07:00

Ever been scared shitless? Is that even a word? I mean, really scared. So scared, you just don't have time to react? But then you realize every thing is not what it seems? Where to begin.

So I'm having lunch with Dejuan and Camille today. Talking about this and that. Just being goofy and carefree. I've finished my sandwich from Subway, and I'm sipping on my water. Laughing at whatever Dejuan just said, when out of nowhere. There's this huge explosion, and a huge flash of light. I mean, I thought someone had a gun-explosion, and karma and just kicked my ass. Things got silent, and the lone lady sitting in the corner decided to scream after it had gotten quiet. Some guy pushed open the smoking room's door making in bounce off the wall, and flew into the hallway. I'm thinking, "You're such a dumbass, if someone's got a gun, you've totally just ran to them." He then makes some gesture, and we all know it's safe to move. We make our way into the hallway, and realize that the explosion has come from the electricity room. As we make our way out there, another one. I nearly pissed my pants.

So apparently, we weren't being shot at. We're doing some remodeling in our district office and restrooms, and well two men were working on making sure the power was turned off in that section of the store. Well in the process, one of the guys shocked himself. (He was fine, just pissed. Remember when you were little and you'd rub your feet across the carpet, and then shock your brother or sister? And it pissed them off? Cause it's not fun to be shocked. Well imagine being shocked, with enough power to turn off a whole store. Yeah he was not happy.) His only injuries seemed to be that his whole arm turned black. I'm not sure if this was bad or not? But he was livid. And of course, the most annoying people are questioning him.

After are hearts stopped beating like crazy, we started laughing. Dejuan turns to me and goes, we now have another memory. "The day we nearly pissed our pants." And from then on, every time Dejuan and I made eye contact, we'd just start laughing. And you know, telling this is making me laugh now. Margie's need to scream after the explosion has been the brunt of all our jokes, and I'm not sure why this is so funny. I mean, the man could have easily died. The power went out in the store, that's some high voltage there.

Today was the day, that I learned that my bladder does indeed work. Go bladder.

VT :(

2007-04-16T23:38:00.000-07:00

I was driving home today, when I heard the news about the sad events that took place at the Virginia Tech campus. I didn't know details, but when "tragedy" and "Virginia" are used in the same sentence, I became worried. I immediately called my brother, who filled me in with what little information that he knew. I then called my dad, hoping he could fill me in with a few more details. All of this not really helping me.

Several students that I've gone to school with, do in fact go to Virginia Tech. My first thoughts were "do I know any of the victims?" And if so, can I handle this? Not knowing is always the toughest part. Several hours later, I have learned, that every student that went to JSB, has been accounted for. That phase is over. But what about the friends and family that won't get the same news that I have? I can only pray, and hope God lets them heal. I can't even imagine what everyone involved is going through. It's just unimaginable to me, that this could even happen.

VT of all schools. When tragedies hit, we always hear such a cliche statement. I've visited the school on several occasions, and have always been amazed by it's beauty and the people are always so nice. It's such a large campus, and trees everywhere. I love just walking around campus, with nothing on your mind. One of my last memories of being on campus was my senior year in high school. We were checking out some fair thing that Tech holds every year, and we then toured the campus. Well on the tour, my friend Elizabeth and I decided we'd rebel, and we got lost from our group. Lost meaning, we spent the rest of the tour having fun. We were in so much trouble, but it was worth it. My memories are now plagued with this tragedy.

RIP.

VT

2007-04-16T17:43:00.000-07:00

Please pray that all my friends that go to Virginia Tech are safe and doing well.

Just for Tammy!

2007-04-13T07:03:00.000-07:00

Is there anybody you just wish would fall off the planet?
They're probably reading this. :)

How do you flush the toilet in public?
Most likely with my foot, or if I'm lucky it flushes itself. But I don't use public toilets if I don't have to.

Do you wear your seatbelt in the car?
most of the time.

Do you have a crush on someone?
I always have a crush.

Name one thing you worry about running out of.
love.

What famous person do you (or other people) think you resemble?
HA. No one.

What is your favorite pizza topping?
ham and pineapple.

Do you crack your knuckles?
NO!

What song do you hate the most?
This is why I'm Hot. So annoying.

Did just mentioning that song make it get stuck in your head?
Um no.

What are your super powers?
I have this way of getting into fanclubs.

Peppermint or spearmint?
spearmint.

Where are your car keys?
hanging on the key ring next to the front door.

Whose answers to this questionnaire do you want to hear?
Tammy's duh.

What's your most annoying habit?
me annoying? Never.

Where did you last go on vacation?
LA baby.

What is your best physical feature?
my laugh. If you consider that physical.

What CD is closest to you right now?
Amy Winehouse.

What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?
juice, more juice, and yogurt.

What superstition do you believe/practice?
I don't have any.

What color are your bed sheets?
light brown.

Would you rather be a fish or a bird?
both seem pretty shitty if you ask me.

Do you talk on your cell phone when you drive?
oh yes.

What are your favorite sayings?
oh noes, oh snap, I have a thing for anything that starts with Oh.

What song(s) do you sing most often in the shower?
I have a thing for Me and Bobby McGee. I think I'm Janis Joplin in the shower. It's rather amazing. Someone should record me, so I can see how silly I really am.

If you could go back or forward in time, where would you go?
forward. I like the prospects that the future brings.

What is your favorite Harrison Ford movie?
The Fugitive.

What CD is in your stereo?
None.

What CD will be in your stereo in a few minutes?
um, nothing.

How many kids do you plan on having?
The question most asked. Maybe 2. If I get over my loathe for children. Because I know I'll be blessed with children that hate me.

If you could kiss anyone who would it be?
You my dear.

What do you do when no one is watching?
pick my nose.

If they made a movie about your life, what actor/actress would be you?
Deidre Hall. Duh.

Would you rather die in a blaze of glory or peacefully in your sleep?
If I died a happy woman, would it matter?

Coffee or Tea?
coffee. doctored of course.

Favorite musician(s)/bands you've seen in concert?
good question.

Have you ever been in love?
This I know for certain. No.

Do you talk to yourself?
Every chance I get.

When was the last time you went to the bathroom outside?
There was a party way out in the hills of Virginia. I was drunk, and well I popped a squat.

Family member you most resemble?
I'm most like my mom, but loud.

Do you own your own Bible?
What kind of question is this? Are you implying that I might have stolen a bible?Because the great thing about this is, God would forgive you for stealing that Bible. Of course I own my Bible.

Do you wear deodorant?
religiously.

Do you clean up nice?
I guess so.

When was the last time you tripped and fell?
I just walked into the wall a few seconds ago. And I trip on a regular basis.

Where was the last place you slept besides your home?
Cali. Hollywood Hills.

What are you listening to right now?
The Today show.

Have you ever started an uncontrollable fire?
No. Well, if you count that time we set a field on fire with fireworks. But we had in under control.

Ever run out of gas on the road?
Nope. Knock on wood. I'm pretty anal about getting my tank filled up. My brother gets it for me anyway. I haven't pumped gas in over 6 months.

What would you rather do, rake the leaves, or mow the lawn?
neither. I don't do lawn work. This is the only time I use the excuse, I'm a girl.

What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?
music. Limewire is the shit.

Last time you swam in a pool?
last summer.

Have you ever been in a school play?
long ass time ago.

Type of music you DISlike most?
I don't really hate music.

Are you registered to vote?
of course.

Do you have cable?
yes.

Ever prank call anybody?
LOL. My friend Akerra could do it without laughing. She did it so seriously. We had too much fun. Once I called this random number asking for a random guy. This woman them exploded on me, asking me who I was, and how I knew her husband. Weird.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?
hell to the fucking No.

What's your favorite comic strip?
Peanuts or Garfield. So cliche. Ziggy's good too.

Bitch Slap.

2007-04-13T03:52:00.000-07:00

I don't understand why people think they can bully me when I'm at work. If you raise your voice, I'm gonna raise my voice right back. I'm not going to stand there, and let someone "get the best of me". I am human, and I'm going to defend myself. It's who I am, and I won't change that about myself, just to please whoever. So there. Bitch can kiss my ass.

So I think the whole Don Imus thing is being taken way out of proportion. Ann Coulter made her gay slurs about John Edwards, Isaiah Washington made his about T. R. Knight, and Don Imus gets the ax. Maybe it's because I enjoy listening to Don Imus. But are we supposed to everything that Imus says seriously. He's a shock jock, a comedian, I just can't see how anyone can be taken so seriously. Sometimes we just need to have better judgment, and realize that we can't take things in normal perspective, he slipped, called some girls some "nappy haired hoes". Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson scream he should pay some sort of fine. To who? Them? There are other things that we need to worry about. Um, how about getting out of Iraq? I hear The Rutgers basketball team is going to be on Oprah sometime next week, or maybe they've already been on. But I'm sorry, I didn't see her running to John Edwards aide when he was indirectly called a faggot. I'm not condoning what he said, I just think it's double-sided when racial slurs are thrown. We all say things we shouldn't say. It happens. I've always been forgiven. Let's make it a public affair, next time I slip and offend someone. Maybe Oprah will have my victim on her show. I can't help but think that if Imus had been of color, this wouldn't be such a big deal. That's just my opinion, take it, or leave it.

Imus you so stupid.

I seriously have nothing else to bitch about. I've been in this mood. I'm really been surprised by it too. I'm usually not as snappy. Oh well...

I think it's finally time for bed. Enjoy your Friday the 13th. MUAHAHAHA.

Boredom Survey.

2007-04-09T04:51:00.000-07:00

1. Introduce yourself...
I'm Zee. Who are you?

2. It's Wednesday at noon, where are you usually?
To be honest with you, I'm probably asleep.

3. What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
Right now I'm in love with Apple-Mango Tango. Which is made by Gain.

4. What brand of shampoo is in your shower right now?
Herbal Essences, Garnier Fructis, maybe some Suave, Head and Shoulders, the list goes on.

5. Did you ever get into a bar and drink before you were 21?
Yeah. In Texas if your parent gives you the drink, you can well, consume it. And well, I've been in bars my whole life.

6. What countries have you been to?
LOL. Um the United States. I travel within my country. Thank you.

7. Do you watch MTV anymore?
I haven't in forever. The last time I think I watched was in Cali. We watched The Hills. But I can't tell you when I had watched it before that.

8. What do you think about Oprah?
I think she's a pioneer, and a role model. And I think she gives young women something to look up forward too and up too. Does that mean I have to like her? No. I respect her in ways that she should be respected.

9. What color are your bed sheets?
light brown.

10. You need a new pair of jeans..what store do you go to first?
Old Navy or Target.

11. Did you ever watch The O.C.?
Not enough to really know what the fuck was going on. Or who played who.

12. What kind of car do you drive?
An escort. It's silver.

13. Honestly, is that car insured?
yes.

14. Do you like sushi?
On occasion. Not my favorite meal.

15. Have you ever been to Tiffany & Co. or Saks 5th Ave?
Yes.

16. Did your parents spoil you growing up?
For the most part yes.

17. Do you like roller coasters?
OMG. Do I ever.

18. What magazine(s) do you buy regularly or subscribe to?
US weekly. Or Star. I'm a gossip whore.

19. Do you remember the WB show "Popular"?
Not really. Was that a show?

20. When you go out do you prefer to go to a dance club or to a bar where you can chill with friends?
both. but I do prefer to just be with friends.

21. What do you think about gay marriage?
I don't think it's something that we should be worrying about right now. So much is going around us, such as war, genocide, famine, etc, that I think something like gay marriage is frivolous. I do believe that people have the right to love who they want, but does marriage really prove anything? Do you need some sort of paper to prove that you love that person. Gay or Straight.

22. Who do you think will be the next president?
I'm hoping a democrat.

23. Are you registered to vote?
of course.

24. Do you own an iPod?
nope. I've never felt the need to have one.

25. Is your bathroom filled with beauty stuff?
yep. Show me a bathroom that doesn't have some sort of beauty product. I mean soap counts right? HAHA.

26. What do you normally smell like?
Depends on the time of day you catch me.

27. Do you like Carrie Underwood?
No. I think her music is crap, and Bo Bice had her beat. I think she's highly overrated.

28. Been to "The Vegas"?
The Vegas? Is that any different from Las Vegas? HAHA. And no.

29. How far away do you live from your parents?
My dad lives in Virginia like 1000 miles away. My mom lives with me.

30. Are you happy with your job?
ehhhh.

What happened to 31?

32. What did you get in the mail today?
nothing it was Easter Sunday.

33. How do you like your steak cooked?
I don't like steak that much. But if I do. WELL DONE. I don't do half cooked meat of any kind.

34. Britney Spears...ready to have a nervous break down or just having fun?
I'll say it again. "Britney Spears is like the trailer to my trash."

35. What do you usually order at Taco Bell?
I get fucked in the butt for taco bell, duh. Okay just kidding. But ummm, nachos. When I eat there. And maybe a taco.

36. Have you ever sat all the way thru Gone With the Wind?
Yes. I own the movie.

37. Have you ever been to Mt Rushmore?
No. Do I really want to?

38. Is it just me, or was The Marine (w/John Cena) a really horrible movie?
I'm sure it was. I mean, a WWE wrestler in a movie? Need I say more?

39. Are surveys like the cocaine of myspace?
I think myspace itself is cocaine.

40. Where is your favorite place (that you have actually been to)?
LA. Gotta love California.

41. What is your favorite candle scent?
apple spice or pumpkin spice. Any of those fall scents.

42. Do you believe places can really be haunted?
anythings possible right?

43. Do you smoke cigarettes?
only when I drink.

44. Have you ever been to NYC or LA?
I've been to LA on a number of occasions.

45. How many states have you been to where all you saw was the airport?
I don't do connection flights. I fly straight there if at all possible.

46. Do you think 50 questions is enough?
More than enough...

47. Are you currently planning a trip?
actually yes. LA in June. Chicago in July.

48. Is Ryan Seacrest gay?
LOL, is this really a question? I think it doesn't matter. Whatever tickles his pickle...

49. Do you take anti-depressants? Sleeping pills?
I used to. I've never needed help with sleeping. HAHA.

50. What do you think about space travel?
I don't fly to other countries, what makes you think space travel is for me?

Nothing special about an Easter post.

2007-04-08T04:24:00.000-07:00

First of all: Happy Easter and save the peeps for me.

Random post. It's crazy early, and I have nothing else to do. I took the longest nap ever, and now I'm wide awake watching my new favorite channel. I'm hooked on the Criminal and Investigation channel. I've been watching it for hours now. I'm hours away from lunch reservations, and well I could care less if I even showed up. Okay, I take that back. I'm kind of wanting to see if any drama goes down. It's been forever since we've all been together. We'll see. I almost feel evil. Maybe I should bring up politics. Two words to really fuck with some: Hilary Clinton. If the right words are said, I just might...MUAHAHAHAHA.

It snowed today while I was at work. WTF? It's April, it's Texas. This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be in winter apparel. It's just wrong.

So me being the child lover I am. HAHA. Had to take Easter bunny pics yesterday. Not so bad. Well, until this one girl felt the need to plop down in my lap. She was cute, so it's okay. Her cute little pig tails, and cute little grin, she was adorable. I don't say that about many kids. She was so terrified of the bunny, it was funny. But then again, I would have been afraid of the bunny too. It's kind of scary looking. Then these set of twins showed up. The little boy was very interested in what I was doing. Very in my face. And once again, adorable. I actually had fun with children. It's amazing. Most of the time, children and work, don't mix.

So I have this trip coming up in June. Then we have Chicago in July. I do believe this year will be the year most traveled. I'm still debating on where I want to spend Christmas. I kind of want to do the, fly somewhere warm, and spend Christmas in the sun, drinking whatever they place in my hand. We'll see. I might just try and make it to Virginia. (A big maybe.) I guess I kind of miss a few faces. I'm not sure about enduring the nasty weather though. I hate Virginia winters.

Enough of that. I really should try and get some sleep. Later loves.

Phone Whore Extraordinaire.

2007-04-04T18:39:00.000-07:00

So I caved and bought myself yet another cell-phone. Seriously fuck my razr. I had that phone for about a year and a half. And near the end, the poor thing just wasn't performing. For such a hype, that phone was kind of lame. So I just added yet another dead phone to my collection. I am such a cell phone whore. I even paid extra to get an upgrade much sooner.

So I now say, fuck Motorola. I now own the white Samsung D807 slider phone. It's small and pretty. And best of all, it's not a Motorola. We'll see how loyal this phone will be. Hopefully I won't have any problems. So far, so good.

Speaking of cellphones, I need to pay my T-Mobile bill. It's early, but oh well. I need to do it, while it's on my mind, or I'll forget.

I'm back.

Rowan and I were hanging out last night. Suddenly midnight comes along and we decide to walk to Kroger's. Which is about a mile away. Midnight strolls to the grocery store are rather fun, until you've realized you needed milk. No one's really on the roads that late anyway, so we really enjoyed our peaceful rants on random things. It's actually rather relaxing, and good exercise at that. And honestly, it's really not all that dangerous. Well you must watch a few of those crazy drivers...

So I decided that American Idol does truly suck this season. I don't care how good Melinda or Lakisha are. I just can't make myself watch it. I did watch for Gwen Stefani the night she performed, but soon turned the channel after she was through performing. I just can't take the horridness.

Thanks to CC I'm back to watching The Osbourne's. I splurged and bought Seasons 1 through 2 1/2. And I really haven't stopped laughing. It's so amusing. Along with that purchase, I snagged a season of Hart to Hart, Janice Dickinson's Modeling Agency, From Here to Eternity, and Amy Winehouse's new CD. So I'm pretty much set for awhile.

Okay, so I'm getting bored. Looks like I might be heading to LA in like two months again. Score.

Ahhh, Cali.

2007-04-03T04:13:00.000-07:00

Post #300.

First of all. I am alive and well. No one was harmed in the magnificent trip to California. My flight was quite smooth, and my luggage was not lost. So that made me quite happy. Though I can't say the same thing for Meli. Her flight was delayed, and she almost didn't have luggage. But we all made it to LA in one piece, and our little apartment was quite nice.

So our first day was spent in Beverly Hills, where CC and Meli got to experience watching the Days seminar, that Lo and I went to back in 2005, for the first time. Poor Pax, she was quite the trooper. And I must say, the people that work there are way cracked out. The lady working the front desk acted like she hadn't had any form of human contact in years, and the man working the TV's was rather weird. I must say, seeing that again, was rather humorous. It's fun to catch things you've missed, and laughing at people. We then made our way to the Cheesecake Factory, not before CC and a homeless guy got into it. The man had no right to question our not giving him any money. After all, who's the one begging for money?

Friday we made a long ass venture to Malibu, where we met Victoria (aka Hello Kitty) for lunch at Neptune's Net. I have to say, Drake makes a long venture to work, is it really all that necessary? Seriously, I don't travel that much in a week. The curvy roads and the mountains, made me feel like I was in Virginia for all of 5 minutes. Neptune's was rather tasty, and once again thanks Vic for picking up the tab. Very unnecessary. We took several pics on the beach, and interviewed this drunk homeless man. Can you believe he had no clue who Deidre Hall was? Gees. But he did know Days. HAHA. The houses were pretty, but I can't imagine living that close to someone. Believe it or not, but I like my space. After lunch, we made our way to Santa Monica, where we stopped and walked up the pier. After some graffiti, we made our way to the little Mexican place for some drinks. Then we made our way back home.

Saturday was spent on Rodeo Drive. After having our car valet parked. Oops. We made our way up the elevator to try and find this shopping extravaganza. I followed Pax's lead and we made our way up some escalator, only to find out, we were going the wrong way. You should have seen our crazy asses trying to run down the thing. But alas, we made it, and found ourselves in window shopping heaven. We then headed home, but not before we got Tony's, (the valet parking guy) number, never to see him again.

Sunday, we said goodbye to Mel. Such a sad day. We made our way back to Sunset, and did a bit more shopping. We had previously been to Sunset, but I can't remember which night that was on. But we had brought the video recorder, and did a bit of random interviewing. And just for future reference, Freddy Kruger was the only person who knew who Deidre Hall was. No one else had the slightest clue. Sunset was probably one of my favorite parts of the trip. So much to do. So little time.

When I mention this trip, I have to mention Target. We went to Target at least once every day of our trip. For starters. We needed a VCR/DVD player. Then we needed a few groceries. Then we needed pictures. Then we needed to return the VCR/DVD player. It's where I experienced Jamba Juice for the very first time. And I must say, it's not really all that impressive. It's where the little girl was amazed that my name was Zee. She was like, "Your name is Zee?" With such bewilderment. Like it confused her that my name was a letter. It's where we met Enrique/Ulysses, whatever his name is, and he gave us probably the best interview of the trip. He seriously still makes me laugh.

Each night was spent watching an abundance of tapes and DVD's. Whether it be John and Marlena clips, The Osbourne's, Hart to Hart, random interviews, etc. Things were bound to get crazy. And a conversation that sticks out the most, is when Meli told us about how her eye was sperminated. (Must I explain how this happened?) She was convinced that the sperms thought her eye was an egg, and they were trying to fertilize her eye. Whatever it was, it left her eye all red. I still think her eye got pregnant.

Monday morning we all left. I really haven't been that tired in a long ass time. I was so tired, I fell asleep on the plane, and woke up when they announced that we would be landing in DFW in 15 minutes. I do remember when we boarded in LAX, they told us to hurry and board when they called our group numbers, because we needed to get going because of bad weather. If I hadn't been so tired, I might have been nervous. Lack of sleep will do that to you. I must say though, LAX at 5 in the morning is crazy ridiculous. I waited in line for security for almost an hour. And tell me why only two lanes are open? Seriously. It is Spring Break.

I then arrived home to rain. Which totally sucked. And have yet to have any free time to myself until now. It seems as though, work decided to punish me for taking a week off. I just worked 7, 9 hour days in a row. And well, it totally blows. I want to be back in our little apartment in Hollywood Hills. Did you really believe we would stay in Santa Monica? Ploy. HAHA.

I did spend last night with Rowan. We both had worked 7-4, and I gladly brought her home. We were going to watch Blades of Glory with some friends, but were too tired to really get ready and go. So we lazed around the apartment, and then got out her new Wii, and played it for the first time. We had so much fun. I almost want to go out and buy one. We then got annoyed by her roomie, and finished our night with Krystal burgers. All together. It was a great night.

Sorry I haven't updated in what seems like forever. I haven't really felt up to it. I haven't felt like doing a lot of things. But that just comes with being me.

Mission Accomplished.

P.S. Tommy's Famous Burgers, should not be famous.

Just in case.

2007-03-21T03:33:00.000-07:00

(If I do turn up missing. Here's a pic of myself. I'm wearing the glasses. And well, question the hell out of Cathleen Jean Paradis of Chatsworth, California. Thanks for all those that searched for me in advance. I'm sure I loved you. Oh gosh, I think I've lost my mind.)

And I'm outta here.

2007-03-21T03:25:00.000-07:00

So leave it to me to get sick 2 days before I fly out to LA. Not just the sniffles, I might add, but some fucking stomach virus. I won't go into detail, but lets just say it was pretty nasty. But I'm recovering quite nicely, and will continue with my trip as planned. Monday I felt like death, and was for sure the girls would be flying out to my funeral instead. Thank God for Thera-flu.

So now, I'm finishing up on some laundry, packing the rest of my necessities, and ready to be with my Lulas. You have no idea, how excited I am to be with my sisters. It shall be an interesting experience. And well, I can already tell we're gonna have tons of fun. Lookout LA!

So does anyone want cool souvenirs? I was planning on raiding some trashcans while I was out there. I mean, who doesn't want someone's chewed gum? Or used tampon? Or crusty half eaten sandwich? I could so make a fortune on ebay!

Well, I'm out. I'll see you in a week. MUAHAHAHA. Unless I do get arrested or killed like my grandmother has predicted, if so, I'll see you in the afterlife. Bye my bitches.

And to my Lulas! It's about time we saw each other in the flesh. Can't wait to see your crazy faces!

OMG. LIKE. YAY.

2007-03-17T23:57:00.001-07:00

Guess who got their period?!?!?! That would be me, Zee. (Not to be confused with a certain someone's assistant. I'm pretty sure, I had that name first.) Anyway...Haven't been this excited. Ever. Well excited to get such a horrid thing. I'm sure you wanted to hear this. But I just had to share the good news.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, by the way! I just wish I had been warned. Let's just say, I'm pretty tired of getting pinched.

Sorry this is so short, but it's time for some much needed sleep. Peace out, and three fucking days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crazy craptastic thoughts.

2007-03-16T05:15:00.000-07:00

Thanks for all the sweet messages regarding my pooch. I'm happy to report that the little devil is back to his crazy antics, and hopefully there will be no more scares in the future. Rusty appreciates your thoughts and wishes he could kiss you all in the face.

I can't really think of a reason as to why I thought I wanted to blog. This will be hella random. Sorry for the sporadic nonsense.

Grey's Anatomy. WTF? George and Izzy? She's so pregnant. I'm calling it now. Izzy just got sleazy. And well, I like Callie. And I think it sucks that George and Izzy could be so...icky. You don't have sex with the friend. I mean, they were so brother/sister. Eww. It seems so incestuous to me.

Okay, I think it's a great thing what Angelina Jolie's doing. Adopting needy children, but how many does she need? She really should stop influencing young Hollywood starlets. Because when I heard that Jessica Simpson was interested in adopting, I wanted to start a revolution against it. Some people just don't need that much influence on maturing children. Adopting is not a trend. It's a huge decision. Most people can't take care of themselves, much less a small child. It should be hard to adopt. When I say this, I don't mean, like hardcore hard. But if I had a child that I had to give up for adoption, I'd want them to go to the best family possible. I don't want my child to be someone's meal ticket. I talk, like this would happen...

I saw a horrible wreck on my way home yesterday. It was late, and on I-35, some car had flipped over on it's top, and there were cops and fire trucks everywhere. It looked like Christmas where they had about a mile of access road blocked off. People were scurrying everywhere, they had what looked like the jaws of life, trying to pry someone out of the car. Such a sight, always brings me down. Knowing that somewhere, someone is expecting this person, and they will only be greeted with bad news. I just hope this person is okay. Though it looked grim.

The pregnant lady lies.

You know. Listening to Rehab by Amy Winehouse at the moment, and it's got me thinking about all the people that have been to rehab recently. Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Isaiah Washington, etc. If people like Isaiah are going, maybe I should go to. You ask why? FC hacking. I so have a problem. LOL. I bet there's a place out there just for me. "My name's Zee, and I'm a FC hacker." "HI ZEE!" Well I must say, it's not hacking if you have a password. Hacking just makes it sound more bad ass than it will ever really be.

I have so much to do today. Mostly trip stuff. I have to start packing, doing laundry, more shopping, and more stuff I'm sure. I'm getting super excited about this trip! Lulas convention 07. You wish you were going.

Anyone else have a question?

2007-03-15T04:02:00.000-07:00

First things first. Please make it a point to keep my pooch Rusty in your thoughts. Yesterday he was in a lot of pain, and wasn't making it a point to move on his own. Well my mother ended up taking him to the ER for pets of course, and he seemed to perk up. He is walking, which is a good sign, but the emergency room vet did seem to think it could be his back. She gave him a shot, and he seems to be doing really well. And taking advantage of the extra babying he's getting. Mom, text me at work, telling me her plans to take him in, and I had a mini panic attack. I can't go through this again, let's just hope he's better later today. They said if he's still in pain, to take him to his normal doctor. I'm seriously a nervous wreck. Let's just think good thoughts...

Speaking of good thoughts, well funny, I had this pregnant lady insisting that she give me a tip yesterday at work. In fact, she says she's coming back today to give it to me. She was nice. But I really don't care to hear all about your pregnancy, and how it was an accident. LOL, I'd say. I thought she was at least 50 when I saw her. I was like omg, you're so pregnant, and well. Old. I'm sorry but your pregnancy does not concern me. Those damn hormones.

6 days! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny story. Yesterday I had to run by my grandma's so I could borrow her suitcase for the trip, because it's bigger than mine. So of course the game of 100 questions is played. The convo kind of went like this. I left the fluff out. Like I'm pretty sure you have no interest in Winstar or Ray Price. Nor do you wanna hear about how she took my cousin Jean to get a new phone. And that's why she looked like she had gone to a funeral. So anyway, convo:

[On my way to her house]

(My one of two phones ring. That would be the razr.)
N: Where are you?
Z: On my way. Be there in like 3 minutes.
N: Well hurry.
Z: Three minutes Nanny.

(this whole convo takes place in the garage. Where my grandmother had to move her car out of the garage, so we could find where she put the damn thing. When we did find it, I had to clean it out, turns out, she hid Christmas wrapping paper and stuff in it. She was pissed she had forgot about it.)

Z: So where's this suitcase?
N: Why do you need it?
Z: Funny story Nans, I'm flying to LA for the week.
N: LA as in Los Angeles? Now why would you go there?
Z: That would be the LA, and because I feel the need to stalk celebrities.
N: You're lying.
Z: No seriously, do you have enough money in the bank to bail me out if I get arrested?
N: Suzi, you're being silly.
Z: HAHA, had you going.
N: You did not.
Z: I so did.
N: Shut up, why are you really going?
Z: Oh I'm just meeting some of my friends out there. Then we're stalking celebrities.
N: (roll of the eyes) What friends?
Z: Oh just Lorna, CC, and Melissa.
N: I don't remember you mentioning them.
Z: I went to school with them Nans. (HAHA, at this point I am lying. She'd faint if she knew where I'd really met them.)
N: I don't remember them.
Z: Yes you do. Lorna and I used to be on the SWAC team. And CC and Melissa and I became friends after we graduated.
N: What's SWAC?
Z. An academic team nanny.
N: Doesn't sound like one.
Z: It is. I have the shirt to prove it. Do I need to go get it?
N: Don't be sarcastic.
Z: I would do no such thing.
N: (some more eye rolls) So what are you going to do in California?
Z: I told you. We're gonna stalk celebrities.
N: The ones from that Days of Our Lives? (sarcastically)
Z: Yes nanny. Of course.
N: Well forget your bible at home. And leave that Bo guy alone. He's a little funny if you know what I mean. It might hurt his feelings.
Z: NANNY.
N: What?
Z: Oh gees. So if I needed you to pick me up at the airport could you?
N: I guess. You makes sure to give me all the details, cause I don't want to look like an idiot at the airport.
Z: That shouldn't be hard. (playfully)
N: Oh you shut your mouth. So tell me more about your friends.
Z: Well Lo lives in San Diego.
N: Lo?
Z: Lorna.
N: Oh. San Diego? How did she end up there out of Bristol?
Z: Well, she went to school.
N: I know that silly, for what?
Z: Umm, well she wanted to get away from Virginia. So she picked a random school. And is pursuing law school as we speak.
N: A lawyer?
Z: Yes, nanny.
N: Why?
Z: Well I don't know, why don't you ask her nanny?
N: So what about this CeeeeCeeee girl? She is a girl right?
Z: Yes. And she lives in Ohio.
N: Ohio!?!
Z: She's a writer too. And she's been going to school for that.
N: I guess that sounds like fun.
Z: And well Melissa lives in Chicago. And works out there.
N: Chicago! Did you tell her we used to live out there?
Z: Yes, nanny.
N: I used to love Chicago, before Jack met that tramp.
Z: (avoiding the subject haha, it tends to get nasty..) So basically we're meeting up to get together, and LA just seemed like fun, cause Lorna lives around there.
N: I thought you said she lives in San Diego.
Z: I did. We're just meeting up in LA, and staying there.
N: Where are you staying?
Z: In some apartment in Santa Monica?
N: An apartment?! Won't that be expensive?
Z: We got a really good deal.
N: Well I hope your not in an area surrounded by a bunch of those druggies. You might wanna take protection.
Z: Nanny I don't think they allow me to take guns on airplanes.
N: Well I hope you're not that stupid. Sometimes I wonder.
Z: NANNY!
N: Well, sometimes your goofy.
Z: I would never take a gun to LA. I don't even own one.
N: Well, I'm just saying. You might wanna watch your back. California is crazy. I mean they elected that Arnold guy to office.
Z: What does Arnold have to with me going to LA?
N: I was just making a point.
Z: What point?
N: Oh do you ever listen to me?
Z: Sometimes.
N: I'd believe it. You aren't gonna drink all the time while you're out there?
Z: No. I don't drink Nanny.
N: Oh you lie.
Z: I wouldn't spend that kind of money just to drink in another city. We're gonna just do the site seeing thing. Head up to Malibu and just hang out with the girls, and some other people.
N: Other people?
Z: Some of Lorna's friends.
N: Oh. Who are they?
Z: Now how would I know? They're her friends. We are meeting them.
N: Oh. Are y'all gonna go up to that Rodeo Drive?
Z: Of course. It wouldn't be a trip to California without shopping there.
N: I'd love to shop there.
Z: I bet you would. And I bet you'd go bankrupt shopping at Tiffany's too.
N: I love diamonds. What can I say?
Z: Understatement of the year.
N: (smiles)
Z: Well I've gotta run. Thanks for the suitcase.
N: What's the hurry?
Z: It's 10:30 and I have to get to bed. I have to be at work.
N: What time?
Z: Four.
N: Oh you have all day to sleep.
Z: But I'm tired, Nanny.
N: You better tell me when you fly back home. Gees, I hope you're still alive.
Z: I will be.
N: How do you know?
Z: Nanny my friends won't let me get murdered. If I get attacked, I'll let them talk to you. I'm sure you could talk them out of it. Make sure to keep your phone on.
N: Oh goodnight!!!!
Z: Love you Nanny.

Oh good times.

Do we really?

2007-03-13T15:35:00.000-07:00

People change.

Every day it's happening. Something happens, that changes the course of our Lives. Nothing anyone can do about it, it just simply happens. I think it's an amazing process, watching people grow as adults, and it can be sad when people fail. But if it's something you love, then maybe it's not so bad. But when people change, and then condemn others for something they once did, I find that trait, despising. You've changed, big deal. Don't sit back and feel the need to point fingers to make yourself feel better about yourself. It makes you a pathetic human piece of shit.

I don't care for excuses. I don't care that you've been so called redeemed. In my eyes, you're Nothing more than the dirt I walk on. Don't judge my actions. It doesn't make you any better than the homeless guy begging for money on the street corner, so he can buy his booze. So you've changed. That's cool. But you are no better or worse than I am. I'm not so sure what you've learned anyway, I mean are you no longer a pesky teeN? You're a bit pesky with your holier than thou act.

So the next time you decide to post something so "grown up" about yourself, make sure it's not going to get back to me. If you had changed. This topic wouldn't even matter anymore. You'd be over it. Obviously, you aren't over the past. So in a sense, you've never changed. Does that hurt? I hope so...because I find your redemption to be a load of bullshit.

I don't have to apologize for my actions. My friends accept me for who I am. Obviously yours don't. I want to laugh in your face. That is all...

Are we being secretive?

2007-03-13T15:03:00.000-07:00

I just received another secret. Don't forget to spill the beans...muahahahaha.

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High School Drama.

2007-03-13T03:12:00.000-07:00

(Stolen from Lyle.)

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be.

1. Who was your best friend?
Akerra Louise Nicholson.

2.What sports did you play?
Well, up until my senior year, I played volleyball and softball. My senior came around, and I said fuck it all.

3. What kind of car did you drive?
Well there was the Honda. The other Honda, and then my escort that I have now.

4. It's Friday night, where were you?
The football games were stupid. We never won. They didn't break their losing streak until last year (06 season.) It was so a waste of my 4 bucks. I was either with Akerra, at a party, or at work.

5. Were you a party animal?
Not really. But I could have fun...

6. Were you considered a flirt?
Maybe?

7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
Funny story. A bunch of us thought it would be funny to take chorus our senior year. Half the senior class was in 3rd period chorus, and we couldn't sing worth a shit. I learned how to lip synch very well. That class was a blast.

8. Were you a nerd?
Nerd? I wasn't really associated with any group. Though I was a member of the English academic team my senior year. I've never read so much in such a small amount of time. I'm talking like 12 novels in like a 3 months span. Plus various amounts of short stories and poems. That I had to know petty shit about.

9. Did you get suspended/expelled?
I really should have been suspended. It's great having a parent that works in the school system, and knows people.

10. Can you sing the fight song?
We have a fight song?

11. Who was your favorite teacher?
Gail Dalton. My English teacher. No questions asked. She's been such an inspiration in my life, and I'm still really good friends with her. The last time I was in town, she bought me drinks. I was 20. She rocks.

12. Favorite class?
AP English <--me too.

13. What was your school's full name?
John S. Battle High School.

14. School mascot?
A Trojan.

15. Did you go to the Prom?
Hell to the Fucking No. Akerra and I sort of boycotted. I really wish I could have gone though. Only to see one of the teachers arrive shit faced drunk. She proceeded to puke off the balcony and get herself fired. Amazing shit. But...I don't regret not going. I enjoyed the after parties.

16. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
For the most part yes. I really had fun looking back now. Not so much then...

17. What do you remember most about graduation?
I remembered it rained like crazy, and the ceremony was held inside. Mom told me to lock my keys in my car, because I couldn't carry them with me when we marched. Well Lawrence my mom's ex, hid the spare key. And we ended up having to get a key made from the manufacturer. That was a bitch. I found that key like 2 years later. Mother Fucker.

18. Did you have any boyfriends/girlfriends?
Nope.

19. Where were you on senior skip day?
In my bed bitches. Akerra and I ended up riding around.

20. Did you have a job your senior year?
yep.

21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
Lunchroom. LOL. Whether I ate the food or not. Also, because Mrs. Dalton had hall duty 4th period, she'd let me leave to go get food.

22. Have you gained weight since then?
Yeah, everyone gains the freshman 15...

23. What did you do after graduation?
I partied. I moved 1000 miles to Texas and went to school, only to decide that I was tired of school.

24. When did you graduate?
2003.

25. Who was your Senior prom date?
I boycotted.

26. Are you going to your 10 year reunion?
Right now I'd say no. But I guess.

27. Who was your home room teacher.
We didn't have homeroom.

28. Who will re-post this after you?
No one.

29: Do you miss anyone you graduated with?
Not really. Akerra and I still converse. I do miss Heather and a few others. But...I miss the people I worked with more.

30: Were you friends with the person who posted this?
I didn't know this person when I was in high school. But I would have been.

Give me some lovin'

2007-03-12T01:13:00.000-07:00

*HUGS* TOTAL!
give zanne more *HUGS*

Get hugs of your own

The awesomeness returns.

2007-03-12T00:19:00.000-07:00

Random Facts. Part deux.

On March 6, 2007. A random member of society grabbed a portion of my breast. I love when people try and cover when they accidentally do something embarrassing.
I drive too fast. And until recently, have the tickets to prove it.
I don't take fan fiction too seriously.
Okay, so maybe there was that one time.
I've watched porn! OMG.
Akerra and I stole a crate from the McDonald's parking lot in Abingdon, Virginia Exit 14. They probably want it back. He stayed in the back of her car, until he experienced fatal injuries in her wreck later that summer. Poor thing.
I like to ID old ladies when they buy wine. I like the pissed off, I'm constipated, look they give me. And when they bitch, I always answer with. "Gotta keep society safe mam. People try anything to get booze these days mam. How do I know you're really 90? It's just not like it used to be."
I'm thrilled that Alan Arkin beat Eddie Murphy at the Oscars. Too bad Mr. Murphy has losing issues.
I always knew Britney Spears would lose it. I had hope there, for like all of 2 days. And she totally crushed my world. Who knew K-Fed would come out looking like a saint?
I can't lie. I begin laughing almost immediately.
Coke over Pepsi. Any day.
I was shocked when I saw Kate Walsh on Oprah's magazine. Like OMG. Oprah took herself off her magazine cover.
I'm what they call a slob. What can I say. I can't function without some sort of mess.
Brett Somers is one of my many heroes.
My grandmother thinks that bologna makes you horny. I don't have the heart to prove her wrong.
My soap opera addiction started with Dallas, and it's about about to end with Days of our Lives. Maybe.
I watch Janice Dickinson's reality show on Oxygen religiously. And enjoy it.
Bob Seger is playing on my radio, this very second. Well, when I typed this.
I cry every time I watch The Notebook. Which is all of maybe 5 times.
I've decided that maybe, my myspace won't be private after all. I think I'll just leave subtle hints about how that douche is a douche. If he feels the need to spread my "abominations" to the world. So be it. I am no longer creeped out. I'm feelin' evil. MUAHAHAHAHA.
I think it's hilarious that the Dixie Chicks won Grammies. What now?
I have two cell phones. Two different numbers. Two different reasons. Jealous?
I take showers in the dark.
I prefer gummy bears to the worms. But sour gummy worms are the best.
Kim got me hooked on popcorn with jalapeños. Don't dis unless you've tried it.
In another lifetime. My name would be Shiloh.
Once a million lifetimes ago, I guess I was innocent.
My cat feels the need to sleep beside my computer, making it almost impossible to scroll around with the mouse.
I am the next American Idol. BAHA.
Is it bad that I laughed when Jason Terry almost took out that old lady in yesterday's game? Or whenever that was? Because that shit was funny.
I'm a sucker for Chuck Norris jokes.
My favorite lunch in school, was pig in a blanket day.
Washing dishes makes me gag. Because of the wet food thing. Makes me ill.
Spiders make me scream.
Saying um, too many times, should be a crime.
I like making asshole's feel uncomfortable in my presence.
I say fuck too much.
When I drive, the radio is blaring, and I'm singing like no one's watching. And more than likely it's an obnoxious song.
I can and will embarrass you.
I don't watch Fox News. Ever.
I love peeps.
Every Easter, I try Cadbury eggs. Hoping that by some chance, they've gotten better. I'm always disappointed.
I still believe in Santa. Wink wink.
I would do nothing for a Klondike bar.
Retail therapy makes me happy.
I love to dance in the rain. And have done it on several occasions.
Once on a trip to Virginia, I witnessed a man clean his teeth with a book in the middle of an airport. The book was in a gift shop. And it had yet to be purchased. He put it back on the shelf. I stood in awe.
My favorite shirt in high school said, "Moby says, Don't be a dick." When I was told I couldn't wear it anymore. The rebel in me, wore it a week straight.
I had quite the collection of Lisa Frank stickers.
My sidekick has insurance.
My dog had a physical therapist when she had surgery to repair her spine. Yes, I'd go broke trying to save my dog. And I did.
I have amazing friends.
I live to laugh. Mostly at others. HAHA.
I procrastinate frequently. Like it's taken me three days to post this. LOL, now four.
I used to have an imaginary friend. Several in fact. I guess I was a bit of an imaginary friend whore.
My favorite flavor from Ben and Jerry's is Chunky Monkey.
I'm definitely not a morning person.
Children sometimes amuse me. But most of the time, I'm wishing death upon the little devils.
My friend Ann bought me a book entitled "Fuck" for Christmas. It also came with stickers that say fuck. It's a humorous book. And I love it.
I would murder for chocolate cake.
I hate doing laundry. (see above about procrastinating.)
after typing that, I just did a load.
I can watch Little Miss Sunshine a million times over. My favorite part is when they leave Olive at the gas station.
I still think Bandits was a good movie. "Beaver and Ducks!"
I voted for Kinky Friedman.
I find that YouTube is amazing.
Once on a road trip to Virginia, Akerra made a wrong turn in Knoxville, and we got lost. On the way home, from dropping her off at like 1 am, I almost ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. That was the best trip I've ever made.
I prefer Addison over Meredith. Though I love both characters. On Grey's of course.
I lose socks easily. I'm pretty sure someone is playing this cruel joke on me.
I would love to have lived in the 60's.
I'm gonna post this now. Because if I don't I'll forget too...cause that's how I roll.

I take this as a sign...

2007-03-12T00:04:00.000-07:00

You Are 36% Texas

You're as welcome in Texas as a skunk at a lawn party.

How Texas Are You?

You Are Most Like Bill Clinton

No doubt, your legacy may be a little seedier than you'd like.
But even though you've done some questionable things, you're still loved by almost all.

What Modern US President Are You Most Like?

Mama done lost, um, her mind.

2007-03-07T03:00:00.000-08:00

Well, I've been MIA for awhile. It's been an interesting week. I've been so busy with this and that, I haven't had time to think. So many purchases, and my upcoming trip, have kept me running around. I don't think I've ever really stopped, and took a breath. I bought my plane tickets. Which totally makes the trip real now. Cali will never be the same.

I always enjoy my trips to LA. I remember flying there back in 2005, for some seminar. And thinking, I'm crazy. I'll never make it home alive. I'm so gonna be scattered over 13 different states. But I went, and had the best time. And then there was the fake trip. Even then, I had so much fun. I only went along with the charade because we were fucking with some chick named Trisha. Is that evil?Who knew she'd play along with such bullshit. It's funny how people actually believed that I was in LA. I mean, are you kidding me? I mean, CJ. I know you read this. HAHA. But I know you aren't posting. I give you more credit than that. Did you really think I would actually come visit you in Chatsworth? The credit was flattering, but nope. Not gonna visit my bestie. I know how sad that makes you. Maybe you should post sometime. For real real. Not for play play. MMMMK?

Squeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! I can't wait for this trip. We have too much on our minds. And it's gonna be a kick ass trip. I'm stoked. 2 weeks bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyone else think Ann Coulter is a cunt? Not ashamed to say it. I mean seriously, if anyone's got homosexual tendencies, it's her. Am I shocked that Fox News didn't drop her as a guest? They probably support her bigotry. Man, I sound hateful.

Okay....I think I'm just about done. Wait. Yeah I am. Later loves. Oh wait. Can I hold your flashlight? MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

Purple Brain.

2007-02-27T22:12:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-27T03:59:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-23T20:41:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-23T05:28:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-21T15:41:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-19T00:10:00.000-08:00

Maddox, Zahara, Shiloh, and Jenny.

When crazies attack...

2007-02-18T04:06:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-12T02:50:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-11T02:56:00.000-08:00

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<<

2007-02-09T05:02:00.000-08:00

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 :(

2007-02-09T03:04:00.000-08:00

1963-2007
3>'s.

I'm too tired for sleep.

2007-02-08T05:50:00.000-08:00

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...

2007-02-07T03:41:00.000-08:00

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.

2007-02-07T03:21:00.000-08:00

To be or not to be?

2007-02-07T01:42:00.000-08:00

The awesomeness that is Zee.

2007-02-05T04:10:00.000-08:00

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'.

2007-02-04T23:30:00.000-08:00

"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...

2007-02-01T03:43:00.000-08:00

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!

Contemplation makes me sleepy.

2007-01-30T03:36:00.000-08:00

I've had this blog open for almost 4 hours now, and I'm struggling with what to say. Several days ago, something was brought to my attention, that really brought my world to a screeching halt. It's nothing bad, really it's far from it, but it's just one of those things that really makes you think about what you're doing with your life, and are you really going anywhere. So I've kind of been contemplating my life and my choices, and what I want to do with all this craziness. I do know, that I must move on. And wherever that takes me, I shall be there. Until then, bare with me.

Today was rather uneventful, or should I say yesterday. I had lunch with the brother, watched the alternate endings to Little Miss Sunshine, and decided that maybe since nothing was going down, take a tiny nap. Ha, that turned into a long ass nap. I can't keep sleeping my life away. Maybe I should learn to sleep at normal hours. But yeah, that's not happening, as you can see.

The cat's doing something crazy. I must run....

later.

I'm super Freaky.

2007-01-29T05:19:00.000-08:00

Nothing beats that feeling when you use a new shampoo. I was brave today, and thought, why the hell not? Let's be different, let's be bold. Let's change my shampoo. I'm such the risk taker...

I finally got around to watching Little Miss Sunshine. I'm so glad so many people hounded me until I watched it. It's brilliantly funny, and when they leave poor Olive at the gas station and had to come back and get her, I laughed like crazy. And whose grandpa is addicted to heroine? Anyone? So wild. "Have sex with lots of women. Not just one!" HAHA. Nothing beats the ending, and her talent, for the beauty pagent Olive is in. Seriously, if you haven't watched this movie, watch it now. Drop everything. NOW!

Okay, so I thought I could update, but all of a sudden, I'm about to fall asleep. I shall try and write more later. Until then, peace out.

*Seriously, I think the reason I could love this movie so much, is Olive reminds me of myself. I think I even wore outfits like that. In fact I know I did. Thank God for lack of picture taking in the 80's. Oh wow. *

Somewhere, a trailer park is missing their trash.

2007-01-24T03:40:00.000-08:00

Middle America is so deliciously white trash. It's rather funny to witness two very grown men, almost beat the shit out of each other in line at Walmart. And it's not like it was really a good reason to fight. The cashier pissed off this guy. She was basically doing her job. He precedes to yell, because he's paranoid, and well she ignores him, like we all do. He doesn't find this amusing. He starts he tirade. Another man, who should have kept his mouth shut, tries to save the damsel in distress. Angry man is not pleased. Tells hero, to shut his and I quote, "fucking pie hole", and takes a few steps towards the hero. Hero grabs a divider, and tells the man to bring it on. I stand in the background, wondering why he chose a plastic divider as a weapon. His hostility with this piece of plastic makes me erupt into a fit of laughter. You should have seen this tiny man trying to pull such a stunt. He's no Chuck. But props for trying.

15 minutes prior to this. Crazy Meth lady. Let's just say, she was CRAZY.

I always love talking politics to random Texans. And what a breath of fresh air when they're democrats. This guy and I proceeded to talk about recycling, what a moron W is, and well how excited we were that Hilary announced (well more him! Like I've never known a man to even like Hilary. Dad used to have a friend, that had this Hilary doll hanging from a nuse in his basement. Sorry for the tangent. I'm sure you needed to know this.) her candidacy for the presidency. He's more Barrack. Which is another amazing hopeful too. I think we pissed off the republican behind him. I'm so ready for 2008! Which reminds me. I need to watch the state of the union. Yes, I tivo'd that nonsense. I need to know what bullshit he spewed tonight. Must make fun, or weep for our nation.

I've rediscovered my love for gatorade. That is all.

Peace out.

Get over yourself.

2007-01-21T04:48:00.000-08:00

Here's my thing. I think that private blogs, livejournals, whatever, are stupid. I think it's pathetic, that you can't be yourself in front of anyone and everyone that happens to lay eyes on your journal. I realize that yes, these are your private thoughts, but fuck, you put in on the internet. If you're trying to hide something, the internet is not the place to put these thoughts. Stop trying to be all dramatic, by trying to hide your shit. If you feel the need to keep people out, you shouldn't be posting on the internet. Period. Chances are we don't want to read your sob stories anyway.

That's why, I'm here. I don't care what you are anyone else sees. I have my more private journal, that harbors my more intimate thoughts. But for the most part, I don't hold back. I think by screening your readers, you're not letting other's see who you are. You're not allowing yourself to touch someone, that might be affected by your writing. I think it's pathetic, and and even louder cry for attention.

...rant over.

Blaim Lorna. She casually mentioned Janice Dickinson's reality tv show the other night, and that I should watch it. I tivo'd. And now I'm hooked. I watched all the eppy's back to back that had been taped, and now I'm like, when's the new eppy gonna be on. She's constantly making me laugh, and I just think she's real. She doesn't put on this face. She is what you see. And I like that in people. People that can be themselves, no matter what the situation is. She's Janice, through and through. Ain't nothing wrong with that...

Oh snap. I just realized it's almost 5 am. I must get some sleep. Later loves.

LoZanne/Shidox, does it matter?

2007-01-20T03:55:00.000-08:00

DHSloveME: so I guess farah is leaving the show
DHSloveME: she posted saying she would post in 2 weeks after her last day
BeIIeDoc24: ya i saw that!
DHSloveME: Which ha ha...I'm glad about
BeIIeDoc24: ya over her
DHSloveME: I bet her bff deidre cried all week when she heard the news
BeIIeDoc24: lol so many tears
DHSloveME: of joy.
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: she'll sing oh happy day
DHSloveME: nooooo
BeIIeDoc24: and of course the ever favorite
BeIIeDoc24: Shine Jesus Shine
DHSloveME: Shine jesus shine
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: lol

Did the condom break? Or are you just that stupid?

2007-01-19T23:55:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, I really despise my brain, and my thoughts. I look around at screaming kids and I think to myself, "You know Zee, I understand why they find children in dumpsters. Better yet, I totally understand abortion." Call me cynical, call me a murderer. But some people just shouldn't be parents. Plain and Simple.

First of all. Children hate me. Well most of them. And well, I hate most children. Yesterday at work, I accidentally hit this little girl, after I repeatedly asked her to please step back from the bag carousel, while I was waiting on her mother. I not only hit her, I successfully hooked her mouth. Which sent her screaming to her mother. I felt bad, but hell, how many times did I tell her to move, that she was gonna get hit? It's her own damn fault. Luckily her mother wasn't mad. Though the little girl sent me "I'm going to hell" glares. Similar to those I received at a certain seminar. But oh well.

So today. As I was standing there, nearing the end of my shift. I saw from the corner of my eye, this little boy, swinging this bag around, like he's going to rope someone. I went to scan something from someone's cart, and out of nowhere this kid hits the back of my knees with this bag, almost knocking me to the ground. I watch in slow motion as the people around me are like, "Do we laugh? Is she okay?" I turn, look straight at the little boy, restrain most of my anger, and yell, "JESUS CHRIST!" If I hadn't seen him before, I probably would have backhanded him, thinking someone was trying to attack me. Karma sure does kick you in the ass sometimes. I take out some kid, another tries to take me out. Oh the joys of my job.

So speaking of work. It seems as though someone has discovered my myspace page. And like the good old fashioned rumor mill, so has everyone else. I've kept my page a secret for close to a year now. Why now? I don't want all those people knowing things about me. I'm not big on befriending co-workers. Though, I do hang out with a few. I just find it weird. It's kind of weird though, that someone was like oh let's look for Suzanne. New stalkers. AHHHHH!

I wish it was warm outside. I miss the sunshine. But until then, I'll hog all the quilts and snuggle in bed, until I'm forced to get up, and face all this craziness.

Sorry I was such a bitch today. There was really no excuse for it. Peace out.

My very own Carl Cheney.

2007-01-18T00:56:00.000-08:00

Dear Douche "crazy ass fucktard of a stalker" Bag,

If you're gonna stalk, at least do it right. Seriously, you had all the chances in the world to save your fucked up marriage when you were married. You lost. You were never good enough for her, and well I hope life just kicks your ass, because you deserve nothing but the worst. Go fuck your sleazy sluts, and leave us the fuck alone. We were always better off without your sorry ass. I guess you'll never learn. Karma sure is a bitch.

With much love,

The awesomeness that is Zee.

I can't help myself...

2007-01-17T01:51:00.000-08:00

Awe. Myspace pic. So cliche...

American Idol is back with a vengeance. Paula Abdul needs to drop everything, and join AA or something. She's messed up. You know something's up when your local TV station does and interview with her and questions her sobriety. They wouldn't even show the full interview. Stop making excuses. It's always the first sign. She's only going to keep making an ass out of herself. Been there, done that. Help doesn't make you weak. It only makes you stronger. Okay, enough of that.

Lorna. Always making me laugh.

DHSloveME: CC tried to tell me the blazer matched today
BeIIeDoc24: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT
BeIIeDoc24: it did not match
BeIIeDoc24: shit
BeIIeDoc24: it matched the skirt of the poor school girl she jacked the blazer from
BeIIeDoc24: harry potter's classmate
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: dude
BeIIeDoc24: foreals tho
BeIIeDoc24: since im starting fashion classes
DHSloveME: I shall
BeIIeDoc24: im gonna dedicate my hardwork to [her]
BeIIeDoc24: i'll have intro to fashion
DHSloveME: Okay...why does Janice always have her mouth like wide open...
BeIIeDoc24: and the other one is fashion for the individual IE how to dress someone
BeIIeDoc24: YESSSS

BeIIeDoc24: im convinced for some odd reason
BeIIeDoc24: that jack nicholson and deidre should date
BeIIeDoc24: i dont know why
BeIIeDoc24: lol
DHSloveME: ewww
BeIIeDoc24: lol dude i cant even explain it
DHSloveME: that's just wrong.
BeIIeDoc24: i mean i love jack, but its more for like status that i want her to date him ahaha
DHSloveME: lol
DHSloveME: she would be in the spotlight for sure.
DHSloveME: another hottie on his arm.
BeIIeDoc24: i think she could charm his ass off

(We never shut up, by the way.)

DHSloveME: Awe. Simply the Best just came on...
DHSloveME: It must be a sign.
BeIIeDoc24: ahahahaha
BeIIeDoc24: such timing
DHSloveME: she's probably preparing for bed as we speak, listening to this, swinging her hair around, dancing with a tooth brush, playing the air guitar.
BeIIeDoc24: lol dee playing air guitar
DHSloveME: ohhhh goodtimes.
BeIIeDoc24: ahaha
DHSloveME: with the plaid blazer...
DHSloveME: with her thigh high white socks
BeIIeDoc24: loaferssssssss

Let's see. I think I'll eat me a burrito. It just occurred to me, that I skipped dinner. Kind of hungry. And I really should shower. I'm pretty sure I'm beginning to stink. I really don't care. Not like I really have to be anywhere in the next 24 hours. The weather is still bad. And well I hate it. Why can't the weather be nice when I'm off? Better yet, why can't it be warm?

I think I'll catch up on tivo, what better time to do that, than now at 1:45 in the morning? Gotta do it sometime, before it erases my shit. Until then....Love you all. (yes, even you.)

Not too shabby.

2007-01-17T00:53:00.000-08:00

Darlene Conley :(

2007-01-16T21:06:00.000-08:00

If I had to choose a list of favorite all time soap characters/stars, Sally Spectra/Darlene Conley would definitely be on that list. Darlene Conley had this stage presence that made you love her and her character. When I watched B&B she always had me in a fit of laughter. She played this amazing character, bringing out these characteristics, that only she could. Darlene played arguably one of the greatest characters in daytime. I'm sad that she's passed. She will be sorely missed.

July 18, 1934-January 14, 2007

"If I get in your face and I'm giving you a hard time, all you have to do is come back at me, and I'm fine. I don't hold grudges."

Dream.

2007-01-15T23:40:00.000-08:00

I can't end the day without honoring one of the most influencial men, that ever stepped foot onto this planet. Without his wisdom, just exactly where would we be today?

Martin Luther King, Jr.

January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968

"Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true."

Gross I tell you. Gross.

2007-01-15T22:06:00.000-08:00

I hate doing this. But for now, I have to. Until further notice, my mom's douche bag ex has been stalking my myspace, so I've been inclined to make it private. Because well, he makes me sick. And I don't like knowing he's watching my every move. We had our beef, we had our fights, and I want to leave it at that. I'm really open about my life, and what goes down. But I can't have him looking at my shit. I don't normally care. Hell I could have kept several people from looking at my profile. But I haven't. But, it's the first time I've ever felt sickened by someone knowing what I do. I hope you all understand. I hate this, and it really sucks. You don't know how much it pains me to censor myself. And well that is that.

I heart Tammy.

DHSloveME: [link]
DHSloveME: that shall be his ugly ass
DHSloveME: I think I shall be sick
TammySue325: im not big on red headed men lol

Did I mention that Peter Reckell has roaming eyes? Voyeur. Ask and you shall receive.

DHSloveME: he's got a big ole smile on his face
CShacole: Daddy prolly grabbing mama's ass
DHSloveME: that's what I'm saying
DHSloveME: lol

So I dealt with the cunt of all cunts today. Let's just say, I'm always right...and well, shut the fuck up. Seriously.

Okay. Borat just won an award for something. WTF? It's seriously been a crazy day. Like ice? It's Texas. Not Alaska. I can't deal with all this cold weather. My toes are cold, and I want to just curl up and be lazy for the rest of my life. I can't take icy weather. And driving in it? Not on your life. Texas drivers can't drive in normal weather conditions. Fuck ice.

I just read that Darlene Conley died. Sally Spectra, is seriously one the of the greatest soap roles ever created. Now I'm all sad.

What a day. Later loves.

I love these girls.

2007-01-13T21:52:00.000-08:00

DHSloveME: well eye surgery must be cheap
DHSloveME: or she sold Tully
MELIMAE1030: it must be
MELIMAE1030: i must look into it
MELIMAE1030: LOL TULLY
DHSloveME: I mean his jersey...
DHSloveME: not Tullu
DHSloveME: Tully*
DHSloveME: BAHA.

CShacole: Lmaoooooooooooooooooooo
CShacole: Yall stupid
CShacole: She sold some v jay jay
DHSloveME: BAHA
DHSloveME: it's electric

MELIMAE1030: i was gonna say she would never sell his ass
MELIMAE1030: maybe she sold his simpsons invitation on EBAY
DHSloveME: BAHA
MELIMAE1030: I knew it...she sold SMUDGE
DHSloveME: baha
DHSloveME: That poor cat

Penguin in the bathtub, yo.

2007-01-13T02:57:00.000-08:00

Not much going down on the home front. Ryan's surgery went well, but they had to cut more than they had originally expected, so now he'll have to have this machine hooked up to his back to make sure that it doesn't get infected. It's extremely gross, and with my weak stomach I shouldn't be talking about this. Thanks to all the well wishes and texts I received. Love you all.

Now onto the greatest story, I've heard in a long time. There was this extremely hyper kid today at work. Like I think his mother wanted to kill him. I wanted to look this kid in the eye, and scream, "You should have been aborted." Work retail, and then tell me abortion shouldn't be legalized. But anyway, not the point of the story.

The woman behind this lady and her out of control 5 year old, was like, "You think he's bad? Let me tell you about my friends kid." I'm all ears at this point. This sounds all too good. She goes on to tell me about how this 12 year old boy and his mother went to the Dallas Aquarium, and he somehow got separated from his mother. They called a code Adam (missing child), and had to basically shut down the aquarium until they found this kid. Well several minutes later, they found him covered in mud. He still had his backpack, and for the most part was okay, except for the mud. Well, his mother was furious. She was like, we're going home, you're taking a bath, and you're going to bed early. They get home, and he's in the bathroom taking his bath, all is normal, so she thinks. She goes in to check on this kid, and the kid has STOLEN a PENGUIN and has him in the bathtub with him. When he was missing, he somehow shoved a live penguin into his backpack and hijacked the poor guy. At this point, I'm laughing so hard, I'm almost crying.

It got me thinking. If I were a penguin, and some crazy kid started chasing me, and shoved me into his backpack, I would be making a hell of a lot of noise. Why didn't anyone notice this kid? And how would you not know that your kid has a penguin in the car? There's a kid in the penguin display? Hello, that's gonna turn some heads. That poor penguin. The whole time he's probably thinking, "what the fuck, it's hot." Or he can't move because of the pure shock of getting napped from the aquarium. If I had swindled a penguin from the zoo, my mother would have murdered me. Left me out to die. I don't know if this kid deserves a beaten or some sort of applause. Because that's one amazing story.

Anyway...I just had to share that with someone, because it's great. And still makes me laugh.

Running in Circles.

2007-01-11T02:18:00.000-08:00

So it's the day of Ryan's surgery. He's going under the knife, and I'm nervous. And not really feeling up to going to sleep. But that's my own fault. I totally took a nap after dinner, and now I can't sleep. Not like I could anyway, but yeah. Anyway. Just keep Ryan in your thoughts today. He's gonna need all the well wishes he can get. He's gonna be hurting after the painkillers wear off.

Okay, for the record, if you ever needed anything found on the Internet. I'm probably the chick to come to. It might take me awhile. But holy fucking Jesus. I'm gonna find it. With that said...Shine Jesus Shine.

I'm convinced that people love to make me vomit. Seriously, if you just had surgery the day before, don't come shopping. And under no circumstances hand me the litter box you just used to vomit in. Because chances are, I'm gonna vomit right back in it. Why must people torture me? Do I have it written across my head, "She's got a weak stomach, let's see if we can make her puke"? I'm just fucked I guess.

Nothing really amazing has gone down. Well I'm breathing. That's enough right? Okay, I'm gonna try and make myself sleepy. I think I might just read some more Jodi Picoult, who by the way is amazing. I'm reading, "Picture Perfect" now, and I love it. Oh, if you ever get the chance read "My Sister's Keeper" by her as well. Amazing. So many emotions and it makes you questions your own beliefs. Be prepared to cry. A lot.

I shall be out. Later loves.

The times they are a-changin'

2007-01-07T02:00:00.000-08:00

Life can change in an instant.

They weren't lying were they? Today as in yesterday, I was just doing my thing. And bam, I step on a sticker. Just goes to show, how quickly I can go from being happy to sad in like 2.3 seconds. It hurt, and I wanted to cry. Apparently someone drug in a sticker from the wilderness, and I stepped on it. I can't go barefoot in my own house? The world just isn't safe anymore. Just like you can be painting your house one second, and the next thing you know, someone's (I'm gonna call him Jiggs.) running through your backyard screaming religious passages at your daughter and pushing down your wife. And before you know it, you're performing a scene straight from a soap opera, and punching him down the stairs. Cause life's just so grand ya know?

My dad called me today, right smack dab in the middle of my nap. I can't believe I got through a whole conversation without forming a sentence. And we talked for at least 20 minutes. I can't even remember about what. Dave Koltunski was mentioned. Which happens to be one of my favorite people alive. He's such a hopeless romantic. Let me tell you a little about Dave.

I've known Dave my whole life. One of the greatest guys you'll ever meet. Nice, genuine, and you never leave his presence without hearing some great story about his past. My dad and Dave met, at some party in the late 60's early 70's, and were instant friends. Sometimes, I wonder how they were ever friends to begin with, because Dave is my dad's complete opposite. Where Dave succeeds, my dad fails. But I've come to realize, that my dad, was everyone's wild friend. Everyone has one, my dad just fits the mold. Okay so back to Dave.

You can't mention Dave without mentioning Luanne. Luanne was a friend of one of my dad's friends, that was in from Maine. Dave and Luanne hit it off. And Dave fell hard. I swear, they're kindred souls. Soulmates. If you ever watch them, you always wonder how they ever ended up apart. It's really one of those sad stories, where you wish Dave had been more open with Luanne about how he felt for her. When Luanne fell for Darryl, Dave swore he'd never be with another woman. Luanne was the only woman for him, and she was taken. To this day, he's never married, and to my knowledge, never dated. And it's been well over thirty years. He's lived alone, surrounded by friends. It's not that he's been miserable. I just wish he's been able to share his life with someone, because he's such a great person. So brilliant and smart. He deserves to be loved, like he's loved us all through the years. I've always wondered what instant changed their lives.

Dave is still friends with Darryl and Luanne, who are still married. He could have easily written them off. But would rather have her in his life as a friend, then not have her at all. Her being happy is all that matters to him, and well, I think that says something about who he is.

Now I want to go visit Dave. I haven't seen him in forever. When my parents divorced, I didn't see him much. My mother, thought my dad's friends were angry with her. But, turns out that was far from the truth. They understood my father completely. And knew he brought it all upon himself. I love that he still has them though. That even though he fucked up royally, they still accept him. Or at least hide it really well.

So anyway, there's a bit about my past...well kind of. Night, well, morning!

Why am I still up?

2007-01-06T05:34:00.000-08:00

I'm sitting here, it's 4:39 as of now, I'm tired, but I've felt inclined to post. It's funny how, when all you want to do is sleep, your mind continues to wonder and think of crazy things. Like right now, I really want to take a shower. But I know it's not going to happen. Or why the hell I watched two movies tonight, back to back? The first being "The Notorious Bettie Page" and the second being the very out there, "The Dreamers". Both indies. Both totally different movies. Both going to leave quite the impression on my wondering mind. I loved how the Bettie movie was done in black and white, so you really felt the feel of the 50's. A few color moments, but for the most part, it was black and white. And well "The Dreamer's" was just out there. I can't really explain, without giving away the whole movie, and if I did tell the premise of the movie, most wouldn't have an open mind, and watch. I loved the whole movie buff thing was played into it though. Gotta love Paris in the 60's...

So it's now 5:10. Can't keep my mind focused on writing this. I just added a link to the official Bettie Page site. You can't miss the icon to the left. If you do, wow, you're so blind. I've had this thing with her for awhile now. I think she's positively amazing, and well, if you watch the movie, you can't help but like her. So sweet and innocent, and yet so beyond her time. I love the quote at the end of the movie when someone recognizes her and asks if she's ashamed of her nudes. "Adam and Eve were naked, only when they sinned did they put on clothes." Or something along those lines. Tell that to the next religious freak that preaches against your porn.

Anyway, it's really late. Or I guess I should say early. Who really gives a shit. Who's reading this anyway?

You know what? It's cold. I'm actually thinking about slyly turning on the heat, just because. I'm even wearing socks, and my feet are still cold. And they're the socks that Kim gave me for Christmas, which, I love. So comfy.

The cat's given up on me, and gone to bed without me. So I guess this tells me something. "Go to bed, fucktard."

Well Snap.

2007-01-05T03:22:00.000-08:00

Who has two days off in a fucking row? MEEEEEEE! And who's celebrating over a Jone's soda while listening to Willie Nelson? Weird, I know. It's almost 3 in the morning, and I'm still up, and fighting to keep my eyes open. Oh now it's some Bob Seger. Well shit, I take that back. It's CCR. Sorry, I have real player on shuffle as I type. (Have you ever seen the rain?) Now Get Set Go...I hate everyone. Cause yep I do.

Today was rather crazy. But my day was just reversed that's all. I usually work pretty early, today randomly, I worked late. Which just throws my day off. But yeah, here I am.

Okay so Cassidy, as I call him, he's too pretty to call Butch in my opinion, is making his mark on the house. He's letting loose, and well trying his best to take over. The dogs are still like, "what the fuck, who the hell, oh my gosh, I'm gonna kick some pussy!" Abby thinks she's tough, but ha ha, she got it in the face the other night. I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. You would have thought I had shot her in the face. She held her eye closed, and she just pressed her head on my shoulder shivering away. She was fine. Really. She knows one of us will baby her. Rusty wants so badly to play. But Cassidy knows that if he hisses, he'll back away. Which is funny, cause we know the cat's like okay this is amusing, you all watch this why I try and scare the walking wieners. He's such a pig too. If his bowl gets empty, he'll knock if off the bookshelf that I have it setting on. He's like feed me, woman! Awe, but I love the furball.

So I just yawned like five times in a row. I think it's time to get some sleep, and start being lazy for two days. Later loves.

Oh Noes!!!!!!!

2007-01-04T03:13:00.000-08:00

Anyone else read tmz.com? Anyone else see where my poor Drake Hogestyn was stalked and attacked, in his own backyard? Really, who takes a soap that seriously? I haven't stopped laughing at the whole situation.

Today, was rather uneventful. And I kind of enjoyed doing nothing, and ending the day with a hot shower, Chinese food, and a conference call. So there. My day. Nothing special.

I'm tired. So yeah. Later.

So far, 2007 is Spiffy!

2007-01-01T23:13:00.000-08:00

So um, Happy New Year. Anyone do something totally amazing so far this year? I worked. Doesn't that sound super? And I totally broke my favorite bra. The wire just snapped. Like seriously, I pay enough for you, let's hold the titties in. I should throw you away, because I'm tired of you. Not because you failed your one and only mission in this lifetime. Seriously. I'm just totally disappointed. How can you possibly fail the one thing your put on this earth to do? They just don't make things like they used to. And now, look. I sound old....fuck. you. bra. I. hate. you.

Jami picked me up, as I was pulling into the driveway tonight. How grand is that? She kidnapped me, and took me to her place, where we argued on whether the new Target still had a snack bar. Turns out, they do. We actually drove the pointless 10 minutes to see. Where I purchased some Jone's soda and some tasty cashews. I pretty much had every book they had to offer, so I walked away bookless. Tear :( There was this one obnoxious guy that was playing this keyboard really loud. And when we walked by, and he said, "hey ladies!", I really felt like throwing something heavy at him. Seriously, do people always try that hard to make themselves look like complete asses in public? Or how about the cutest little girl, that insisted on grabbing my hand and introducing me to her mother? Man that's a real fast way to lose your cute kid. I don't really like children all that much, but this little girl was cute, but not cute enough to make me want one...But alas, I swear, I love the new Target. It makes me happy. The impulse shopper in me, hates it. Oh well...She doesn't count.

So that my friends, was the start of my year. I bought new underwear, and visited Target, just to prove that there was indeed, still a snack bar. Tootles.

2007!

2006-12-31T23:46:00.000-08:00

14 minutes left in the year 2006. For the most part I've enjoyed the things thrown my way this year. For me, this year was the year of healing and forgiveness and new found friendships.

The beginning of the year started grimly, and I wasn't sure how I was ever going to accept my grandfather's suicide. Each day passed, and each day I came closer to feeling more and more at peace with myself and with his decision. I'll still never truly understand those decisions, but I do know that he's no longer in pain, and that can't possibly be a bad thing.

A couple of months passed, and I found myself looking for a new job. Not that I didn't enjoy my previous job, it was just time for me to move on with that part of my life. I didn't feel appreciated, and well, that makes you want to perform your job with such dignity, you know? There were times, I couldn't make myself get out of bed. I'd cry, at least once before lugging myself into my car, and making the adventure to work. Looking back now, I was deeply depressed, and well, needed a change of atmosphere. So 2006 brought me the new job.

Several more months passed, and I was making new friends. Friendships, that I'm truly grateful for. I was having more fun, and enjoying the lack of sleep. So yes, as the year grew older, I did grow happier.

August came, and well. I was able to forgive. Somewhere along this crazy path I've taken this year, I've decided that I don't really hold any resentment against my father anymore. Things have changed, and I've grown up. And you know what? I miss that part of my life. Things will never really be the same, but I'm happy that I'm not as angry with him as I used to be. I'm not sure when I decided that this was the case. I'm kind of oblivious to when this happened, but I'm glad that it did. I guess somewhere between his illness', his guilt over drinking, and realizing that life can change in a flash, I decided that maybe it was time to let the past be the past. The road will be tough, but I'm willing to meet half way...

September came, and I celebrated being a year older. 22! It's hard to believe. And this year, it was surrounded by happier times. Kim, Ann, and Jessily helped me celebrate at Dave and Buster's, and well, we had a blast. Love you guys!

So now here we are....2007 around the corner. Let's make this a kick ass year!!!

*And yes, I sing into my toothbrush on a daily basis. Here's to a kick ass 2007!*

Just a thought.

2006-12-30T23:55:00.000-08:00

I've always heard, deaths come in three's. First James Brown, then Gerald Ford, and now Saddam Hussein. How diverse can that group of men be? James Brown "The Godfather of Soul", Gerald Ford, an American Icon and President, and last Saddam Hussein, and evil dictator.

All men, lead such different lives, but yet all touched us in some way. James Brown with his music, Gerald Ford with his wisdom, forgiveness, and politics, and Saddam Hussein with his evil ways. Each man affecting us in different ways. Maybe James Brown influenced one person to pursue a career in music? Maybe because of Gerald Ford's political background, another person wanted to be a politician? Or maybe Saddam's evil dictatorship, another person wanted to join the some part of the armed forces? In some way, these men have some sort of affect on who we've become today.

I'm not a big James Brown fan. I do listen to his music, and have enjoyed what I've listened to. But I can't really sit here and act like he's been an inspiration in my life. I know there are several people out there, that do, many artists that I listen to as well. So I can say, that because of him, he may have inspired one of my favorite artists to become a musician, and because of that, they wrote a song, that may have inspired me. So, in some way, James Brown has influenced me. Not directly, but he deserves some sort of credit.

Now Gerald Ford is a different story. I admire Gerald Ford deeply. Faced with such a difficult decision on whether to pardon Richard Nixon or let him face trial and possible jail time, and yet he went against the popular choice, and went ahead and pardoned Nixon. Though people were angry, Ford did the right thing for our country at that time. We were fresh out of war, we didn't need the years of trials that Nixon's stupidity would have produced. He made a decision, that most of us couldn't have made, and in turn probably cost him the election. He could have easily made the popular choice, pleased the majority of the nation, and turned around and probably have beaten Jimmy Carter, but he did what was right for our nation at that time. I find that admirable.

I'm not sure where I'm really going with Saddam Hussein. I feel sorry for him, for leading such a pathetic and sad life. Maybe if someone had stopped and reached out to his sad little soul or given him a hug, or even once said I love you, maybe this would have prevented such a life of misery, and saved the thousands upon thousands of innocent lives he so wrongfully hurt. I'm a strong believer in karma, and come what may, and can hardly ration why the higher ups could produce such a being. I find it hard to understand that though things happen for whatever reason, that God put him on this earth for a reason. I have to believe that because he existed, that maybe God wanted us to look at him, and realize that life wasn't about power, and having it, but co-existing, and loving each other. Helping one another survive life. Obviously he thrived for attention. It's sad that such a life was wasted. If he had once turned his hate into something good, he might have affected this world a bit differently. And I hate that he had such an affect on the U.S., and that out leadership felt the need to pursue him. I'm not saying that the war was a waste of time. Because in the long run we did what we intended to do. And that was take down Mr. Hussein. But so many innocent lives continued to die, because of this war, and not just Americans. All the men and women around the world who felt the urge to join the cause. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I wish people didn't have to lose their lives over something so evil. These men and woman gave their all, no questions asked. Heroes. And yet someone like Saddam Hussein breaths the same air. It's sad. I just hope he begged for forgiveness, and actually meant it.

So there you have it. Three different Men. All inspiring you. Not necessarily in the way, but each day, something you do, say, or maybe sing has something to do with these men. How you deal with it, is totally up to you. I hope I made you think. Or maybe I just bored you to death.

Wow, what a tangent.

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2006-12-30T23:43:00.000-08:00

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Buh bye 2006...

2006-12-30T22:46:00.000-08:00

It's been one hell of a year hasn't it? I can't believe the year is almost over? Where the fuck did it go? Whoever said time flies when you're having fun, flat out lied. Because time did fly, but I sure as hell wasn't having fun the whole time. But I will say, the new year brought new people into my life, that I love, and I'm thankful for all the twists and turns that were thrown my way.

2006 as so much meaning. The year of the new job, the year I met Jami and Rowan, I became even closer to Lorna, and was introduced to Ciara and got to know Meli a lot more and we became this foursome that well kicks ass. I consider them the sisters I never had. And I'm grateful for the influence they've had on my life, thus far. I can't wait for what 2007 has in store for us all. My phone bill may be outrageous, but in all honesty, what's a few extra dollars to keep us together?

I also had the chance to meet several others, and for that I am also thankful. Vic, you're awesome. And your crazy calls from LA are rather amusing, and keep me entertained. The year of Grey's Anatomy and bad soaps. Gotta love re-runs that get you hooked to a show. I got totally hooked on Grey's one night, and went out and bought the first two seasons on DVD. Days just got worse, and I became more enlightened so to speak. My Internet skills stayed the same, but feuds became funnier. I became the master of getting into places, I wasn't supposed to be. I enjoyed the challenges. 2006 was definitely the year of late night AIM convos, and Tammy we were the champs. Can't tell you how many nights we stayed up waiting for crappy days previews. We had so much fun though, keeping each other up.

And for those I've known for what seems like forever. I thank you all for putting up with my craziness. Without you I wouldn't have survived this year. I love you all.

So here's to a kick ass 2007!!!!!! Be there.

Huh?

2006-12-30T03:03:00.000-08:00

So um, apparently. I'm Suzanne, the white girl. Accept it, and looooooove it.

Random spews.

2006-12-27T20:24:00.000-08:00

I think I slept my life away today. I watched Days, which was quite boring. Which made me fall asleep on the couch. I migrated to my bed, and here I am now. And yet, I'm still tired. What gives?

So I found out my brother is going to have to have surgery to remove a cyst off his back. Not a big deal, but I'm like freaking. So if you'd think about him during this time, I'd be forever grateful. That's all I really know right now. I'll keep you updated.

I swear, the holidays are magnets for death. RIP Gerald Ford and James Brown. So sad. Can the holidays ever really be a time for happiness?

I really have nothing to talk about, so I'll stop wasting your time.

My condolences...

2006-12-27T18:38:00.000-08:00

Gerald Rudolph Ford, 38th U.S. President

(July 14, 1913 – December 26, 2006)

"I deeply believe in equal justice for all Americans, whatever their station or former station. The law, whether human or divine, is no respecter of persons; but the law is a respecter of reality." — Announcing he was pardoning Nixon, September 1974.

For some reason...

2006-12-26T23:49:00.000-08:00

I want to watch Bridget Jones' diary...

So I had to be at work at the ass crack of dawn this morning. But I guess it was kind of worth it, considering I got the chance to meet Renée Zellweger. Who I might add is very nice, and not at all about letting people know of her celebrity status. I did learn that her brother lives in Corinth where I work, and well this is basically her getaway place. I think it's neat, and had to make this known. Apparently she likes to chill at Starbucks too...so for all you stalkers out there, maybe you'll have a chance to meet her.

Okay, so I'm writing this blog after I posted bail. LOL, should never tackle Renée Zellweger. Who else has a restraining order put out by a celebrity? Naw, just kidding. How funny would that be though? LOL, maybe my definition is starting to come true...I guess she could be the first celebrity I sue.

So enough of that. Everyone have a nice holiday? Mine was nice, surrounded by people who drive me nuts, but love. Remember last year, when I got a card from that family, that we had no idea who they were? Well....they struck again. Yet another card, and we have no clue as to who they are. I find this amusing, yet creepy. Someone knows who we are, but these people are such a mystery. I wonder what we are to them? Why the hell they feel the need to send us a Christmas card. Obviously, we aren't that important, hell, we haven't seen you all year. It's nice to be known on Christmas. HAHA.

It's been such a long day. I'm so tired. And well...I'll finish this post, by listening to "I don't feel like Dancing" by the Scissor Sisters. Peace out!

OH...I just wanted to add that I think it's funny that some people try to keep me out of places. All attempts are yet again, futile.