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Monday, January 2, 2012

Horrifying Path to Blogging.

I get really nervous every time click the new post thingy. It just makes me nervous. Because I know when I press it, its going to take me to the publish posting-internet-place, and this place expects me to type something. And it stares at me. Taunting me. Teasing me. Basically being the biggest Bitch-Slut I've ever known. And then when I do somehow begin to write something, the background of this place is secretly judging me like a gay-fairy bitch wearing only tightly-whites, pink, plastic angel wings and purple platform boots. I don't like it one bit. I feel so violated, like when Britney Spears performed when she was high on "Life". Not a comforting feeling.
And when I find some sort of small, infatuating little hope that I might finish just one more blog post, this horrifying picture pops up on my dashboard.
Rapey-Like------>

Are you fucking kidding me? 

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Good Ideas on ADD

I am really good at starting an idea for a blog post. I think of it, think "WOW!!! THAT'S A FUCKING AWESOME IDEA!!!" and then I start it. However, suffering from ADD and the lack of sleep keeps me from finishing them. So I bring you the best of what I have so far. One of these days I'll finish one. I promi- LOOK! A cookie!


Now folks, don’t worry. This is not an English lesson. Have you seen my last few blog posts? I’m not the sharpest for grammer or syntax. Or editing. I have a long way to go when it comes to simple things like learning and dressing myself and figuring out who I am and what my name is in the morning after a night of watching Lifetime Movie Network and thinking I’m a serial killing mother.  I, however, like to see grammer and syntax used properly. I know. I’m an anomaly. However, back to me faking my own death to win back my dead husbands brother-in-law’s sister’s wife’s son. In-law. DAMNIT LIFETIME NETWORK!!!

I think I was talking about Dracula III: Legacy. If you haven't seen this brilliant movie, humor me and go see it. It is a work of art- 
Now, Asian Dracula’s are about as wrong as a ghetto white dude, carrying a kitten in the middle of a cocaine war while wearing pink sweat pants and doing the chicken dance and being attacked by well-dressed zombies. While wearing a meat vest. This movie would have been better if the Asian Priest just kept doing karate and ninja moves and then it suddenly turned into a disco scene. And the priest ripped off his cloths and underneath his priestly tunic, there was a Technicolor, sequence bell-bottom jumpsuit. And he wore platform shoes. With live fish swimming in them. And then the movie turned into a whole boogie-down break dance fighting film, and every time someone  got kicked and/or punched, the screen would fill up with words such as POW! and SMACK! and BOING! and SIZZLE! But I digress. 


SO......I can't really drink anymore. Seriously. I get really sick when I even have one glass of wine. Or liqour. Or beer. It's just really depressing. So, this is what I was thinking- someone quick! go get me some LSD and lets get this party started! The whiskey is out but that doesn't mean I cannot upstart my "fun times" again. I was watching something on the National Geo Channel about LSD and other legally questionable drugs. The show was about steering people away from such legally questionable drugs because of the negative impacts. Now, I don't know if it was the sleeping aids I had taken a few hours before or the lack of sleep that I was suffering from, but I saw only positive impacts. Hallucinations of rainbows. The munchies. Unnatural feelings of happiness. Feeling like your flying all the time. Beleiving that you are invincible to the elements. Free love to all who walk by. WHAT!?! This sounds fucking amazing! Well, nearly everything (Free love to all? Fuck that. I have a problem with touching. And smiling to people. And talking. And communicating to people. In general.) But seriously, who's getting me my LSD?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Work of Artt


I drew this for my best friend. I think he appreciated it. Very much. You know. Because he was being a whore. You're welcome.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Haikus'


I’m back bitches! I thought I would re-introduce myself with a new layout and poems. I’m smacking you in your faces with Haikus’. I’m fucking deep.



I love you.

Most times I’m going to punch you.

That’s what I call love.



“Fuck You Bitch!”

That’s my nickname for you, you whore.

That’s what I call love.



Kittens are cute.

Unicorn mixed kittens are horrifying little creatures.

This is where cross-breeding fails.



Face your fears

Beat them until they puke only blood.

Secretly. Prison rape it bad



Waffles are delicious.

Syrup and butter are like awesome side-kicks.

Pancakes can go fuck themselves.



I’m sorry Pancakes.

You are just as delicious as waffles.

But I like waffles better.



Lifetime TV Channel.

The menstrual cycle of basic cable television.

It’s bitching out shitty movies.  

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

New Year Resolutions of the Past and Present

NOW I CAN FINALLY WRITE A POST!!! JIMMINY CRICKETS!!! My computer is about 50 to 75 years of age and therefore takes about a year and half (plus 3.46 hours) to load ANYTHING. And this does not include the clown porn I uploaded a few weeks ago. I kid......not really.
Anyhow. Back to my Post of sweetlinessliciousness.

NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS From the Past to the Present (and maybe in the future. I've been studying some Mayan Religious shit lately and I'm getting pretty awesome at reading the future-especially of the clown porn industry. It's freaky.) Now, of course, at one point in my life I was a normal person, with dreams and realistic expectations of what was to come in my life and what I was going to do. That all went down the toilet when I found out not one but TWO men whom I was deeply in love with had come to tell me that they were gay, along with my cat dying. It was quite a blow to my ego. And my cat was fucking awesome! So, that started the long yet very fun slide down into what I am today: an anti-social, cat talking, unicorn riding, sweatshirt-wearing-in-90-degree-PLUS-humidity, book yelling freak that loves Keith Richards in a totally inappropriate and dangerously-stalker kind of way. Add David Bowie and Joaquin Phoenix to that list. And maybe the English Queen. Anyways, I've complied a list of past resolutions and I am willing to share with the world at large. All 7 of you. Maybe 8. I hope one of you is the Queen. That would be wonderific.
Past Resolutions (as of 7/8 years ago):
Keep in touch with friends more
-I had friends at that time when this resolution was written. Actual friends. Not Obi-Wan who just accepted my friend request then creepily started poking me and then ended up sending a picture of his *bleep* through a Facebook message. Not cool.
Get a "beach-ready" body.
Get my pony
-Weirdly, this one was from when I was 8 and then again, when I was 22.
Marry Joaquin Phoenix
Find love
-Refer to "Joaquin Phoenix" one. And this resolution is a lifer resolutions. You know, lifer resolutions: resolutions you make every year because you failed to accomplish them the year before so you keep making them. You know, like a fat kid trying to give up chocolate cake, hooker giving up sex, and a psycho-stalker trying to visit his house only 5 out of 7 days. Those kinds of resolutions.
Be a better person
-This is the time before said "out-of-closet" experience.
Skydive (still relevant)
Living Life to the Fullest!
-I even capitalized "Life" and "Fullest" because this was the time in my life when I had hopes and dreams and dignity.
Forgive Others
-Still working on that one. I'm an exceedingly bitter person with evil thoughts of Evilness! I'm still angry about that pony and Joaquin Phoenix, Santa! You bastard!
Have a Boyfriend
-This later turned into "Have Boyfriend who ISN'T gay!"
Climb Mt. Everest
-Totally achievable for an out-of-shape person who has never done any sort of climbing or has dealt with frigid temperatures or thin air before. TOTALLY achievable in one year. I will prove you bitches wrong!
Drink less soda
-I have a very bad Coke addiction. And I mean a-cola. Not the other stuff that's, you know, like illegal. But I would totally sound much more badass if I had such addiction but alas, I do not. For I fear the outdoors, and people, and places I don't know and people who do not wash their hands and I think coke dealers have a very hard time washing their hands when selling in the street unless they carry around hand sanitizer and use it every 15 to 20 minutes, which is incredibly difficult as hand sanitizer totally dries out your hands and makes them bleed if the skin cracks which is bad if your a crack dealer because, you know, of the germs and HIV all around you. And there may not be a towel you could use if you do decide to wash your hands. And then you have to air dry them which is bad if you are a coke dealer and live in the arctic.

Present New Year Resolutions
Make the Land Shark my Bitch! 
Wear More Hats
-And I have yet to wear more of them. Fuck! This is gonna be another lifer! Maybe if I wear more hats, maybe Joaquin Phoenix will notice me more when I follow him. One can hope.........         

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

How To Guide: How to write a post on Facebook and how to NOT make it awkward.

Facebook is a treacherous ground to post upon! Many people do not know the fine art of writing comments or posting on walls without being awkward. In fact, I really don't know the fine art myself. I just think I do and then I tell you what the voices in my head and the magic unicorn in front of me tell me what to do, and I reiterate it to all of you wonderful people (5, maybe 6 people) out there! By the way: the sleep aid I just took may also have something to do with it........

There are various ways in which to "post" or "comment" on peoples Facebook "walls".
Examples:
The "Answer Back": Hey What are you doing?

                                  1 comment- Nothing
The "Long-Time": Hey! It's been a long time.
                                  1 comment- Yes it has.
The "Plan-A-Head": Hey! What are doing tomorrow? Wanna go to a movie?
The "We-speak-to-one-another-regularly-and-I-am-too-lazy-to-call/text-you"- You forgot your lube and big box o-porn at my moms house. You should come get it.
These examples are only a few of the vast quantities of posts and comments that flying about on facebook.
Now, the answers I have provided to these posts, are the usual comments people provide back to said friends/stalkers. However, if you are like me and believe the world is going to end with the coming of rabid unicorn-tigers with tiny goblin people holding diamonds made of robot heads that have Twinkies and the new kids on the block album between their steel AI teeth, than you may be in need of some help. I have developed a method for my own way to write very "almost" normal posts on a facebook wall.


The first thing I have to determine is whether or not I like the person in question. The great thing about NOT liking the person you would be writing to is that you can just flick off their picture on your computer screen and leave their page, because they may NOT know that you just flicked them off, but they will feel, in some way or another, your anger and contempt for them. However, if you do happen to actually LIKE this particular person (i.e. your mom, the boy you stalk at the coffee shop, your dog) this is where writing posts get tricky. The second thing to be determined is what you are going to write to this person. Would you like to introduce yourself? Ask them what they are doing the Friday next? You need to pick-up that big box-o-porn that your douchey friend left on your mothers doorstep? These are serious questions that need to be considered before you up and go and type up something random that could get you in trouble with the F.B.I....again. Or worse, let the boy you've been stalking know that you ACTUALLY LIKE HIM! Good god! THINK BEFORE YOU ACT!!! These are very dangerous waters to tread. So, okay lets take the example that you are going to write on this particular boys "wall". Lets call him "Ben". So, you're trying to write on "Ben's" wall about his whereabouts on the Friday next? Reason for you: you need to update your schedule to include new stalking hours on Friday between the times of 2:09 pm and 3:30 pm. However, there is one obstacle you need to cross with "Ben". He has never met you. Formally. The only time you've ever even "talked" to him was to ask if you could borrow a pen and a piece of paper so you could remember to pick-up whiskey and Schindler's List on the way home because hell, you have an interesting and totally NOT LONELY existence. The piece of paper he just happened to give was his business card with his full name ("Ben British" he just happens to be British as well. SHUT IT PEOPLE!!! THIS IS MY DAMNED FANTASY!) , cell, home, and work numbers and address of his place of business. Also, when you finished with his pen, thanked him and handed it back to him, he smiled at you and said "You're very welcome!" You just about fell over with because his sexymazingness just slapped you in the face and cherry topped-it with a sexy British accent. Now, if you're a male and reading this, just think of  porn star. Because that's totally what you would think. I've seen enough of early 80s teen movies to totally know how guys think. I'm with "it". Awesome. Now back to me: And you are friends with him on facebook (look above to said business card with full name) because he's one of those types that friends everybody because he is an angel sent from above, showing love to their brethren through facebook by friending everyone because its the right thing to do. It's God's way. Yeah. God's way. So, not only do you facebook stalk him, but you happen to know his schedule. And you proceeded to fit in "Ben" time to your schedule. You consider it "watching" over him because what if, like in that movie While You Were Sleeping, he happens to fall onto some tracks and you have to save him from a moving train, or a bad guy pushes him in front of a moving vehicle. Someone has got to be there to save him, DAMN IT!!!! And then when he's in the hospital, you can trick his family into thinking that you're his fiance and you two will have the royal wedding you have already planned for. See? Watching! However, this cannot be known to him. So, you have to come up with a post that sounds like you know him personally but not so personally that he questions it. Just work "cubicle" personal. This brings me to my third step: Keep. It. Simple. But not too simple that he doesn't understand. Nothing like the one you sent last month (when your updated your last schedule):
Hey! You need. Tell me new cof cof times. Now. Me tell. Soon.
Thankfully, you used your fake account. This cannot happen this time because you will use your real account this time. You've edited it to make it look like that Not only do you like coffee, log jogs on the beach and saving baby seals from getting killed, you've only put up good-looking photos of yourself. And when he sees your profile, he will fall madly in love with you and need to meet you in real, only to sweep you off your feet and carry you away on his chariot made of platinum diamond chips of unicorn horn with your hobbit and goblin friends! So, you come up with a way to sound casual yet elusive. And at about this point, this is where you start typing. However, be wary, because you know you've been drinking whiskey all night to write this. Before you go to "sleep", proofread your "posting". Make sure it says all that you want it to say-
"Hey "Ben". I just wanted to know what times you go to the coffee shop. I want to get you your "reports" before you go. Thanks."
See? Straight to the point AND its "cubicle" personal.
This is what I saw the next morning......
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      i think my choir director was satan's personal advisor and the band director was jewish. and thats totally awesome. because shes jewish. i love the jews. and then w...e did fiddler on the roof and the jew in all of us came out. it was great. however, we may have been a bit spiritually cofused because the next year we did godspell. it was arkward when trying to pray to moses AND jesus before the show. i think i should have included mohammad because i don't like leaving prophets out. its just plain mean and everyone needs a friend!See More
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