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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?!?

Sunday, September 21, 2014

My Pet Wolf Spider...

Lookie at the spider I caught awhile back and had for about a week. Isn't he a dandy?
A very nice wolf spider. I've seen alot of people posting pictures and videos of what they claim/think are wolf spiders, but are usually smaller. I think some weaker distant cousin. Anyhoo, mine was named Milton.
I liked him so, but it was a pain to feed him, and I wasn't even sure he was actually feeding. I didn't want to be the death of him, so I let him go out in some field behind the edge of town Dollar General. Hope he's humping it up. I would've liked to keep him, but it would've been a serious hassle.
Let's see, what else?
Saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. That was a mouthful. I liked it, but a few things were utter silliness.
Tired now. I thought I'd have more, but maybe it is better saved for tomorrow. I will attempt a return in the morrow...
But, then again, you know me.
I do when I do, how I do it no one knows...
Not even me.
Mayhaps I will await the return of Milton, possibly with a second aquarium to call his own. Meal worms will flow like wine...

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Cripple Nipple and the Problematic Protuberances...

So I'm incognito once again, the stalk begins anew.
Or doesn't...
I will only say things that used to openly cause the heart to wince no longer do so. It is now only a distant sadness, a weak signal that still comes in from time to time to time...
You do go through all the stages of grief when someone is "lost" in space. Lies tell you that nothing was real, that you are obviously not worth the palpitations necessary to keep the burn burning. At some point you want answers to those queries, to know what was behind all those other doors. Eventually, you realize that you would never believe your eyes, ears, and whatever organ decides to get involved.
I'm going to get such a great fucking workout today. I want to punish, and grunt, and send spittle high flying into the air around me. And I want to froth...
A trip down mammary lane, a short jaunt along the cracks of mein own fragmented ticker...
One should never partaketh of these things. The last piece of old pavement to smack me in the back of the head took 16 years to boomerang, once again, into the picture. Reviewing, I believed none of the hype. Yeah, yeah...
Never gave up the goat, did you?
Always pined, regardless of the funjinx "endured" for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Facade and cryptic lipshit.
I miss things sometimes. Substitution can be tricky, and I'm finicky as fuck.
I'd love to rock the IDOL lifestyle. It's probably part act, but I could keep things purely physical, and never give more than a few teaspoons full of who gives a shit.
Wonder if he throbs for his ex, Perri.
Do we all have a great white buffalo?
Were I to saddle it up again, would I dig heels in crueler than before?
In the end, there would be no reprieve. I would suck it dry until it turns to dust and blows away, as if it had never happened in the first place. Nothing makes it better. There is no medicine for some things. There is only falling...
There is only the occasionally maddening itch of a remembered limb no longer thurr...

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Painstakingly Painful Ponderences...

Hello thurr.
Solo jam out to David Bowie's Golden Years remixed and such. I'm also heavy on the toke.
Weirdness abounds, and a general ookiness cloaking the funtime receptors in an ominous way...
And setting a precarious tone to teeter upon.
I'm set to eventually pick up a severely inebriated individual, who will want to pull that one loose thread, and leave the edges thoroughly tattered...
Anyhoo, enough about me. I'm on a three and a half day weekend, so this is all good.
I do tend to go dormant at odd hours of the day and night. An extra day of ruining my sleep schedule. Yay for me!!!
Work has been sucking as usual. They gave me a letter of instruction over something that was nothing. WTF is wrong with people? Why can't you let the people that just want to be left alone... uhhh, left alone?!?
I'm not really in trouble or anything, but it stays in my file for two years. If they ever choose to lay the fuckstick to me, then this'd be where they'd start. Sad, but this is what the powers that be do in the workplace. My fucking is what accomplishment bonuses are made of.
"Look at how I ass raped this guy over nothing, guys."
Good show, old chap. Things like this make it soooo much easier to justify that $2000 payout.
The world sucks, too many douchebags like this, sucking on the good teat, and leaving us with the one that got semi severed in that sliding glass door incident...
I really do try to keep an optimistic approach to it all, but this shit gotst to go. I'm a super duper guy. Why do people want to fuck with that?!?
I guess the worst part is that I'm even forced to ponder it at all. I do not understand the mindset of everyone else. I do and I don't, more like. I can tell you exactly what horrible turds they will shit out in your general direction, but as to the WHY...?
No clue. Some people want to suck it all out, and give nothing back. They can't even convert your tears to actual joy, so they are never satiated. Are there really people out there with these cancerous tendencies?
Are there really as many of them as it seems, or is it just my paranoia?
I get none of it. I'm not saying I'm a perfect person. And there's where it ends for today...
I just got a call to make a pick up. She sounds wasted...
Lucky me.