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Monday, December 22, 2014

Raisin Hopes and Pruny Promises...

 Who dares interrupt mein slumber to exert force enough to cause one to post a mere thrice days before the Mas of X?
Not sure what I'm hoping to dredge out of an already dry well. Any sludge left?
I've been burning through episodes of Raising Hope, and am nearing the fourth and final season already. Amazing show, and I was laughing so hard this morning at Burt's little spat with an alpaca he refers to as the "Mexican Pony."
Burt losing a spit fight with such a filthy beast made balls of laughter erupt for the old bellyrolls.
The chick who plays Sabrina is pretty dang sweeet, too. Also, the Goonies lady, something Plimpton, isn't too shabby herself sometimes...
Anyhoo, three days to Christmas. Hate it, can't wait for the hell to be over. Nothing good about it, and I'm always broke as shit. I am on vacation this week, but probably will soon be dry meinself...
I am actually planning to take a weed break. Tired of it, want to just clear out the brain some.
See what I want to do with my life, as I tire of it as it is today. I no longer really feel super crappy all the time, but sometimes I lack of flavor.
I know these things pass. But until they do...
Sucksville, made worse by an always ill timed holiday. Surprised my pipes aren't backing up, so that I'll have to call and pay a plumber to root it out. I often appreciate the pros of my life, but today is just... not sure what the fuck.
Nothing feels good right now. Things that should bring a spring to mein step do not do so.
However...
I laughed my ass off for a few moments at Burt's reunion with Clyde, the alpaca. This is enough to give...
Hope?
Hope so.
Sweeet Ronin pics, btw...
I took them from the bluray.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Kim Jong Sukballz...

You know, I really don't care if I've posted this in the past. I'm too lazy to check. Besides, we loveses it.
So, for a recap of what's been happening since we last spoketh:
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
That's pretty much it, folks. Other than just slowly rotting away. I always wish things.
Always...
Wishing away...
Now, I can't even watch The Interview because some tools worldwide are turning nothing into everything. Sucks to be them, it must!!!
I sense North Korea's demise coming soon, or at least in how/who is running it.
I've always loved how idiotic liberals have cried time and time again for Bush to be tried of war crimes, but where are they when douche bags like this midgety fuck kill a country's worth of his own people on a slowwwwwww, daily basis...
In the end, the movie will be shown. To not show it begs for more of the same. Besides, if those people are already here in waiting, that means they are always on standby for the next time our freedom needs to be poopied on...
I'm sure radical muslims are jacking their boners over this as we speak...
I can understand not wanting to call their bluff on XMAS to avoid a massacre on such a big day, but they should still release it later. I'd offer serious discounts to anyone with a concealed weapons license with ties to Texas. That'd stop 'em cold in thurr tracks...
Anyhoo, the world continues to rotate with or without us. How presumptuous of us to think that it moves underneath us, and not the other way around.
Boo frickety hoo on us...

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Airborne Again...

Hey, everyone and no one...
Been awhile. I'm sure all of ye were on pins and needles.
What to do, what to say...
Working hard, and hitting the gym here and thurr. Trying to get through the holidays, and make it to tax time again. This time will be different, though.
Ultimatums, and shit. Reasons and excuses to flee...
Laughing, living, and a'loving...
Looking to make those words a reality. Looking to blah blah blah.
Hoping to unmuck, and to get unstuck.
And maybe even begin to give a flying fuck...
Time for a nigga to get his schmoke on.
Hurry up and legalize.
Tired of hiding under the bridge to toke out like a fucking troll...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Titles Are for Kwurrs...

Why do I care? I guess I just do. Being a being that doesn't normally like to interact with other beings...
That being said, I ponder whether it is better to not care, or to know how to properly let go in instances where either people want out of your life, or are ripped violently from it.
I would take the former, as it means there is at least still a person there to wonder WTF about. The other scares me much more. My parents are getting older, and talk about there ailments. I hate thinking about it. I would gladly let my loved ones divvy up my remaining years between them. I love them that much.
In the end, we are all fools, and most grasp futilely for a dreamland where we all reunite gleefully after the GRAND SLEEPFEST.
Fools, indeed...
Just a rare feeling for a sturdy gal like moi. I've been working out pretty decently hard. I'm benching 205 pounds pretty handily, before I spaghetti armed it to just accomplish a single wobbly rep.
I'm also eating super healthy, and sparingly at the moment. I'm trying to hit those last few fatty spots so I can lay down nothing but meat on these bones. I'm also waiting for skin to shrink again a bit. I think I look pretty dang sweeet, but the last little flab and skin hide how much it is actually getting cut. I even spend my whole day at work just tensing up my stomach and other exercises to get a headstart before the gym at night.
Plus: bicycle sit up thangies, yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I saw Michonne doing them on The Walking Dead back at the prison, and I tried to do one, and failed miserably...
Now I can do them endlessly and effortlessly. Still need to completely NEVER smoke cigarettes, and need to take a weed break at some point.
Soon, I will be getting somewhere, and will erase the last of the nasty habits. I'd also like to do that mentally. Good luck, but I will try. I'm very disciplined in many areas, but weak in the flesh...
And late night snack attacks.
Anyhoo, need to figure out a movie to watch on the bigscreen now. I'd like to do a marathon, I was thinking about all the Marvel stuff, but I don't have access, or own, much of it. I'd like to find it all supercheap on blu ray, as that's all I've bought for awhile.
I've already watched Neighbors a million times. Music video concert stuffnage...?
I just don't know. For awhile now I feel like I lack something, but what is it?
As if finding it would turn that corner, and burst that bubble. I would magically feel again.
I guess it is not that grand of a scheme for me, it will either gradually fade back in, or it won't, or jut give me an occasional sip from its cooling oasis of frothy, clear liquid love juices...
Gay cheese is all I'm capable of tonight, folks. Hope I get a killer desktop again so I can get deeper inside again. Laptops suck balls...

Sunday, November 02, 2014

Mutha und Chitlen...

A friend painted the original picture, which I then ran through a couple of filters. This is the en result side by side. Both are nifty, don't you think?
Also, my "d" button seems to not always be working, so if, well...
You know the rill.
Anyhoo, had some seriously deep thoughts on the road tonight. Alot of silly blather which I sadly do not wish to recall. Bummer, because it was goooooooood.
Not much going on. KC is playing pretty sweeet right now. They should romp on the Jets tomorrow no problem. Please do not let us choke either. That would suck balls.
Tomorrow will be the halfway point of The Walking Dead. It's been going by too fast. Not good at all. I want more, more, more. The first two episodes of this season have been great, but the last one wasn't so much. Not bad, but nothing really moved me. I hope tomorrow will different.
Bring on the pain.
Blah blah blah. Nothing more to say. Happy day after Halloween errbody.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Selfie on the Half Shelfie...

Look at this guy right hurr...
It's a picture I took parked in front of Best Buy in the middle of a sunny day. I added this little filter action from my new phone, and it completely changed the picture. Very nice...
So, anyhoo, that is me right thurr. The wetness in front of me is the squirting of mein tearducts.
I just got done watch Billy Idol on the Talk or something wretched with Sharon Osbourne.
Somebody ask a question other than how he came up with his name. It is also nice that he can dirty up the interview something randy and no one has a problem with it. I didn't realize the second daughter on Roseanne was actually the younger sister of Melissa Gilbert, who dated Billy for a short spell. Now I'm listening to a Steve Stevens interview . It's a bit long, so I won't hear it all, but may have to come back to it another day. It is after midnight now, and a few Everybody Loves Raymond will send this cowpoke off to sleepytime-funland...
I wanted to say more, but my newer phones have all had some way to pretty much type for me, I just hate typing. I'm not even that awesome at it anymore. So sad...

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Ben Assfleck Sniffdifferous...

The Benneriffic Snifferoo d'etat...
Wow, it's been almost a month since we last spoketh. Blurbitty blurb, rhubarb rhubarb, murmur murmur. Not much really has been going on to burn any buildings down. Some new extra special friends on Facebook, like Neal Whitmore/X from Sigue Sigue Spitnik, Bob Derwood Andrews, and Mark Younger Smith. Not really friends, I guess, but they at least interact and seem friendly to my posts, moreso than to others. Not that it really means anything, of course, but it's nice to get some love back from awesomely talented peoples...
My personal highlights of long messages back are one from Steve Stevens last year, and Andy Taylor from Duran not long after he left them again back on Myspace. Either way, they were more than just copy/pasted unpersonal replies to my blatherings. These thing are awesome to get, and by no way expected. I do like the notion that, at least for a brief moment, I am a thought in their noggins. Nothing weird, just that my name passes through their brain. I do believe my full name is strange, yet easily rolls off of the tongue. Adam Ant answered one of my questions on a video awhile back, I loved how they said my name. British people, the way they talk. Love it, especially when they're pissed off at someone, preferably not me...
Anyway, I always find real love/curiosity of what I'm talking about with some of these people, even if I'm not that knowledgeable on the subject, usually brings a response. The internet is pretty sweeet, before this there was pretty much no connection out there. Funny that the stars of the kids today are too snooty to interact with them. Me, however...
The people I grew up loving are now alot more within reach. Some have pulled away from the limelight, or had it pulled away from them, and some are still shining just as bright, but they still do the old tappity tap on the keyboards for us. Awesome people, and my hat is off to them. I would hope to be the same way as them, not a tool like many are. I'm so hyper I could probably answer millions of messages daily, in between whatever I was doing. I'm also an attention whore, so I love the adoration of anyone foolish to lavish it on all... lavishly.
Wow, I didn't plan on tonight's subject matter. Now I'm spent. I have to work at a shithole tomorrow, then the weekend is hurr...
Btw, my normal workplace is in turmoils of sorts since an old, now ex, friend has turned it into a war zone. Life sucks, and so do people. Why can't people mind their own business, and not suck the life out of others?!?