HAHAHAHA

"GUTS" is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?"

"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next!"

ahahahahaa

Sekhmet

MYSPACE BITCHES!

Im the proud owner of a MySpace now.

http://www.myspace.com/trashytashy

I am... 48% Southern

(Courtest of Will - TOL Commander - http://traileroflove.blogspot.com

How Southern are you?

You have...
[X] ridden a horse
[X] owned land
[X] been 4wheelin
[ ] said "aint"
[X] been cow-tipping
[ ] been deer hunting
[ ] been swimming in a spring
..Total: 4

You ...
[X] have worked on a ranch or on land
[X] have lived in a house in the middle of nowhere
[ ] have been rabbit hunting
[ ] have bathed in a river
[X] driven or have owned a truck
[ ] own a rebel flag
[ ] flew a rebel flag on your truck
[ ] like to fish
[X] have a funny accent... or thats what ppl tell you.
[X] owned a pair of boots
[ ] own more than 1 camo hat
[X] own/have owned a big dog
[ ] say "yall"
[ ] have gotten made fun of for sayin "yall"
Total: 6

You also...
[X] cuss when ur mad
[ ]dip/dip snuff (only occasionally)
[ ]go to church on sunday
[ ] own a bird
[ ]have riddin a horse to somewhere in town
[X]have gone on a field trip to the farm
[ ]have eaten goat meat
Total: 2

You...
[X] have gone shopping for a gun
[ ] have been given a gun for christmas
[X] wear long sleeves even in the summer
[x]know what stirrups are for
[X]have fed a deer
[ ]have killed a deer
Total: 4

Now count all the x's and multiply that number by 3 then paste as i am..% Southern

Vebjorn Strommen

eeheeheee

vermicious kinid

It always starts with "How are you?" such a simple question. Society dictates that we should answer cordially and say "Oh fine".

What if I dont want to say "Oh just peachy" or "Im good" , what if Im fucking terrible?
People dont want to hear that. They only want the good. Like an anti inflammatory facist statement. That girl at Moxies today... You could peel the makeup off with a peice of duct tape and there would still be enough to smother a 3rd world country.

Her face or lack there of was indefinitely enough to make an anti infammatory facist statement.

Yes. Im cruel. Yes, I know if I dont have anything nice to say that I shouldnt say anything at all.

BECAUSE. Society says so.

The US is run by a man who carries the same name basic name as a vagina. I dont think Im comfortable with that. In fact all of it makes me very uncomfortable.

My spinach salad was less than desirable today. I could tell you it was beautiful it was marvelous. All the while Im praying I dont find another moth like that fucking bag of spinach leaves from Safeway. I should have sued. Why didnt I? Because I try to be nice.

My mouth is numb. I cant taste and on an afterthought this could be a good thing.

Did anyone know WHY they make the water bottles into the shapes of penises? TO APPEAL TO THE PSYCHE. Maybe Im crazy. Maybe Im lying but in every lie theres always some truth. Its just the way it goes.

Could Not. Would Not. Have Not.

Im tired I need a nap. My fingers are numb. CLICK CLICK DOUBLE CLICK THE MOUSE.

BLAH!!! EAT YOUR FACE!!!

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ROCK STAR KITTY

Excellent !!

In other news. I am a sith lord apparently.


how jedi are you? :: by lawrie malen

Clean

I buried the cat under the apple tree in my Grandpa's back yard this morning. I laid bricks on top of him so nothing could dig it up. Then I picked flowers from the gardens around the house and put them on top of his little grave. Im very sad.

Where were you...

So in response to the Anonymous comment, I will question what happened with the shop tomorrow morning when I drop the keys off. I will not be upset, raise my voice or let my temper get the best of me.
Its just a truck. Ok, a truck I love like one of my pets but its still a vehicle and it can be fixed. Im much calmer now. Ive had the rest of the weekend to chill out.

On the kitten problem, I had to go back and put him in a box. I just did this so tomorrow when its light out I can bury him. I couldnt just leave it on the side of the road, it weighed too heavily on me. Yeah Im a loser. Yeah I know its morbid. Regardless it will make me feel better that at least someone cared about it enough to give it a final resting place and not just some dirty old shirt to rot in on the side of the road.

I need some good sleep. Goodnight all.

Capital One Guardian Angel?

So lets talk about the nearly saddest last 24 hours of my life.

First of all I barely slept the night before last night. I woke up early to watch over my cousins, everything was going great and I thought maybe this day will be ok, right? Totally and completely wrong.

The tire came off of my truck because the people I paid to do a job did not do this job. They charged me for parts, and labour, when in fact it seems they left the old parts in. HOW CURIOUS.
Just because Im a woman does not mean you should start taking your chances on wether or not I might notice what happened with my own truck. Im just not going to see the old parts right? I'll naturally assume whatever you tell me is right .. oh thats because Im a woman!

Yeah fucking right you pricks. I could have been HURT. Im damned lucky (should have bought that lottery ticket) to have had it happen in a parking lot. A PARKING LOT. Not the highway I was just on. Ive also decided I have the Capital One Guardian Angel. Most of the time they let me get roughed up but not too bad, its like whatever doesnt kill me ... makes me stronger? Or theyre just too lazy to watch me 24/7 as I am as bad as a retarded kid in a knife store.

Regardless they pulled through today. God said "she needs to stay" so thats why it happened in a parking lot. THATS WHY. Still the bad karma lingers like dirty underwear.

It was so ugly. So. Ugly. It looked like someone tore my childs arm off and had left it under the body as an afterthought insult.

Then came the really sad part. I dropped a friend off and on the way home I saw a little baby kitten get hit by a car. I stopped and went back to see if it was ok, but it wasnt. He was so little, or she of course but it was already dead. So I sat on the side of the road and cried for the dead little kitten that no one cared about (well maybe when it doesnt come home tomorrow you assholes wont let your animals out) except me. I cared about the dead little kitten.
Im still crying in fact. I went into the back of my grandpas minivan (yes im cool i know) and wrapped it in the shirt and picked it up. I dreaded it because I felt like it was so little it would fall apart in my hands. I placed him on the side of the road because I couldnt stand the thought of people repeatedly running it over. I just couldnt let it happen even if its too late.

Great Sadimosity

This picture depicts what happened to my truck today. Its not my truck but after the pictures get developed tomorrow I'll be happy to show all of you. It made me very, very sad. And very, very angry.

AAHAHAHAA

What kind of God are you?
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
You earthly time was spent	Supplanting kingdoms, punishing tyrants and levelling the empires of the wicked with the breath of your nostrils
Your throne is	A humble respte overlooking the rolling hills of Elysia
You wear	Impenetrable armour, the flesh of emperors and the hair of Lucifer's scalp
Your Godly superpower is	Bolts of crackling lightning from your fingertips and total invincibility
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Aria makes a comeback!

Im on a roll !!

Want to see MY XBOX?

My creation! She lives! Oh God my mothers going to hate me. AAHAHAHAHAA. Im crafty. No wonder my teachers didnt like me in elementary.

......................

Someone please just take me back there.

Casie

I saw this girl on http://postsecret.blogspot.com . I think she has the most beautiful smile Ive ever seen.

















She had the courage to share her story. Not many people can actually do that in a simple, truthful way.

What The Fuck Is A Storge?

Your Love Style is Storge

For you, love and friendship are almost the same thingAnd your love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind(You've been known to still have connections with exes). But sometimes your love is not the most passionate. Leap before you look, and you'll find that fire you crave

What's" Your Love Style?

haiku!

dance

as though no one is watching you,

love

as though you have never been hurt before,

sing

as though no one can hear you,

live

as though heaven is on earth.


- souza

Angel

Cease

Your face has never touched these pillows.
Your body has never laid in these sheets.
Why does it feel like your here now?

Is it the memories haunting me?

I can swear I could sense you there
But when I wake up
Your gone.

Time Has Passed

I guess I finally started moving into my house today. I REALLY unpacked. I mean I had stuff out but I went to my moms and stole one of my bookcases back. Then I unpacked my books and started to feel really lonley.

I found almost everything Faye's every given me and not for the first time today I've wondered if shes ok in Israel (if shes still there) if shes safe. God, I really hope so. I love all the little knick knacks shes ever given me. All the little bits and peices. All the cards and letters.
I love them all.

Ive also realized that I have TOO MUCH CRAP. My mom will read this and knod her head. Its not all junk its just too much shit Ive accumulated over a lifetime. I have tons of books I havent even unpacked or thought to move. Basically what I move now I will someday have to move later and it is better left in its current place. Not that Im planning on moving soon but we all know I never stay in one place for long.

I cleaned my room spotless yesterday and it is basically back to 3 times the mess as it was previously. AGHHHHH!!! So much to do . So little time. AND where to put it all ? My room is tiny. I like it that way I feel more secure. But where does one find the ultimate space? I guess I dont.

There's a breeze playing with my hair and it makes me feel less lonely. YES Im sappy, I have my moments.
I am starting to have the feeling that all things I want to do, are not the things Im meant to do. I push myself on the path I want and then when things fall apart Im left to wonder if it was a mistake to take that route in the first place. What if Someone else wants me to take the path They have set for me?
What if ...

Faye. I will pray for you. I hope your safe.

Something Awful Leads To...

Cliff Yablonski !! Havent read some of it in a while (not that he updates regularly). Anyways I bring to you today a special treat from him. SO technically he's bringing you the special treat.

Whatever its 2:24 pm and I just woke up.

First one!!
http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/page-267.htm

HELLO DINNER BAT!!


















Second one which I found somewhat amusing




















"In the perfect world, all grandmas would be thrown into granny camp for smelling like mothballs and expired cheese slices. Also these old bats always got rock candy sitting around in glass bowls. Why? Who the hell eats rock candy anyway? One time this grandma was getting frisky with me and I says "you listen here broad, your bony old ass wouldn't stand one minute under ol' Cliffy here so you best steer clear of me and the SS Yablonski I got docking in my pants, you got it? I'm a real man like you never seen before, and all the young chicks fall head over heels for me, so I'm simply out of your league lady" and then I looked over at her and I guess she left or something because the chair was empty. Maybe she was never there at all! I think I saw a movie about that once. "

http://www.somethingawful.com/cliff/ihateyou/page-268.htm

Sylvan Beach, NY

Tylenol doesnt work thats for sure

When you fall, someone should always be there to pick you back up. Its just sometimes no ones there. No one cares. Or so it seems right? Maybe the things your looking for, your just looking for in the wrong place.

I'll exclude some details from this post about last night but heres the rundown. Jamie and I went to the Stampede and hit Nashville North. Now, Ive never been to N.N. in the 2 years Ive been legal. It just didnt seem like a huge thrill to me... in fact I was a little wary of all the cowboys in there. Country is nice for a while but I , Tachae , am NOT a redneck girl. Thats for sure. Just because I like a little country does not make me one. I drank, I had fun for a little while until I started to feel really weird. I just wanted to go home.

"There you stood Holding me Waiting for me to notice you" Why do I always think Your not there? Is the music too loud to hear You? Are the lights too bright to see You?

I havent noticed much about my life in the past few months. I just wander wander wander. The nomad girl. I run run run run run run. Till I cant feel. I go anywhere but here to forget. The problem is, it never leaves me. My cup is never full. I am never satisfied. One craving becomes another and progresses. The lion is never fed.

I hate being yelled at when Im drunk. I absolutely do not want to hear someones bullshit about what Ive done wrong. LOOK I know Ive done something wrong but obviously its not going to get fixed any quicker with you yelling at me. Thats for sure.

Why am I always there to pick up the peices for everyone else? There have been times when people have really picked me up ( literally) and had to carry me and my burdens. Last night was one of those times but no one was there. Ok Drivers Choice was there to take my truck home because I may have been drunk but Im not stupid enough to drive it home.

*On a sidenote I'd like to go to the store and buy some hangover food and lay on my couch and perhaps die a little ... (I mean be lazy ok)*

Ok so back to the Nashville North. It stunk in there, like I mean really stunk. There was so much beer floating around (its 5 times the size of any normal bar) it was a putrid smell. I wanted to die from it... that is until I myself started drinking and either couldnt smell anymore or just didnt care. Heres a question, why do married men come to the bar? Well obviously for the OBVIOUS. But WHY. Is it just the cliche' of unhappy marriages? What if you have a perfect wife, would you still come to the bar and hit on younger girls?

The specimen of the evening was Michael (if that was in fact his real name). Michael was drunk and well, I'll rudely say he was fucking stupid. I was entertained for about 3 minutes. He kept imitating George W. Bush and sticking his tongue out. I realized quickly this wasnt who I wanted to spend the evening with. He TRIED like I mean he made a really extended effort to hide his wedding band. Every time I saw him talk to my friends he'd stick his left hand in his pocket or hold his beer from the bottom, therefore hiding the band. Until I called him on it and I got the .. nastiest.. look ... ever. You know what? Fuck you Michael. Wherever you are. I hope your wife steps on your manhood with stilletos. Thats all for today.

My head hurts and my eyes sting.

What Color of Death am I ?

DARK CRIMSON, Your death's colour is Dark Crimson. Death of the bond between the body & the soul. You are confused between reality & fantasy. You seek answers. You live for whatever makes you happy.

The Grace - Never Ending White Lights

In better days I've been known to listen
I go to waste all my time is missing

I'm mapping out my ending,
it's never gonna happen now
These things are condescending with everybody backing down

You pray to stars that can help you get by
And all at once you forget to try

I'd go there if you let me, they're never gonna find me now
My life is always empty and in and out of doubt

Your not coming back for me, these things they will never be
I'm so used to being wrong, so put me where I belong

I'll get back to you,
God knows I try,
but I still lose
And I get back to you,
these days run by,
but I still lose

Angels say they can make you suffer
They give and take like a vicious lover

When all this loses meaning,
You'll never want it back somehow
Awake but still I'm dreaming
And never waking up

Alone...Where I'm not alone

Get Stoned - Hinder

Kilo

Why is it I always some brilliant post swirling around in my head, just screaming to be let out but the irony becomes that when I sit down to write whatever immaculate entry, I have nothing.

I go blank.

I wish I had some kind of good news, like what I see on everyone elses blogs. This persons getting married. This ones having a baby. This ones blah blah blah. Not to say that Im not excited for all these other people, I really am, but ... It wears thin. You know what, Ive decided Ill just make up my own 'exciting' news. HEAR YE HEAR YE, my pet sheep, Miss Piggy, had 2 headed triplet baby sheep people. I guess those are called lambs or something? Who cares its 4 am and EVERYONES FUCKING SLEEPING EXCEPT TACHAE' SHES CLICKING AWAY ON THE COMPUTER LIKE THE NEERD SHE REALLY IS AND CANT SEE STRAIGHT SHES SO TIRED BUT SHE'D LIKE YOU TO KNOW A DIRTY little SECRET ABOUT GUMMI BEARS.....
they fuck. alot. in the bag. even before you open it. its a huge damn orgy of gummi bear people. Hmm. Should make porn out of it and get rich. Maybe later when Ive slept some. My roommate is sleeping next door with his "friend". I feel like grabbing the gummi bears off the counter, and then jumping up and down on his bed while I get to eat them. mmmmhhhmmmmm, MMHHHMMMMMMMMM.

* At this very moment in time Id like to say I just wiped my eye makeup off on a black shirt because I wasnt willing to get a towel dirty *

I always wondered what life would be like after highschool. Then I started to wonder, what will life be like a year after highschool? And now I no longer care or wonder. Im convinced my roommate hates me, my tummy hurts (maybe I just have to pee or something), and I feel very very inadequate lately. I make plans. I break these plans. I wake up, look at something resembling a time giver and then pass out again..

Im cranky.

Truth

You want the truth?
I steal a little glance
It wasnt right
I cant stop
Cant you help me by?
Like a drug to get me high?
Every time I just look
I go
Cold
It feels so good

And then I close it
But the memory lingers
I never meant it to be

Like this

Im sorry

Im sorry for the lack of posts (like anyones noticed) but Im very tired and cranky lately and dont feel like saying much. Instead I like pictures to show how I feel. and remember GUMMI BEARS LOVE TO FUCK!!! (I made my gummi bears do dirty positions in my hands =D )