poo.

I think I give up.

Through a week of raging anger to allergic reactions, one after the other, and then my dogs eating through my wall while I went to my first day, to feeling completely rejected.

I give up.

Is that what you want God? Because Your really not making this any easier.




The life you had known
The pain that you show
I count all of the times you choke
The last miracle
The emptiness of hope
When all you want is to be a stranger

The lives you recall
The things that you stole
The push backwards that makes you fall
The scars that you show
The lover that you hold
Is no more than a ghost

And I've seen the cold and the rain
And I pushed you back

Always

Don't you need it in the worst way?
Control, I need it in the worst way, babe
But if you ever come back, if you ever come back
I will let you

Always

Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend

I had a nightmare last night.

I dreamt I was working for my elementary school math teacher. I couldnt tell you her name, but she had short grey hair, and she was a cunt. Ice blue eyes, and mole on her lip... or "beauty" mark. She was mean.

It was first day on the job, and she had given me every evil godforsaken task imaginable.

Then she fired me. Right at the end.

The other part of my dream was this, I pulled my diamond rings on (which I dont wear anymore, they fall off my skinny fingers) and my ring necklace with the diamonds, my tennis bracelet, and my D&G sunglasses with little diamonds in the sides, and as I did this, they all fell out and began to scatter all over. I couldnt grab them as the poured out and spilled away.
I was devestated. Every time I caught one, I would try to put it back in, and it would come out again and disappear.

What does this all mean?

Oh by the way... I start my new job tomorrow... and if that cunt elementary teacher somehow works at my new place of employment, Im going to cry.
I really will. Then Im going to throw dirt in her eyes and flee. Just watch me...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHGGHHH

MEN CAN KISS MY FUCKING SHINY WHITE ASS!!

AGHGHHHNSNSSSHHHAAA]DFLLK;GFPGF0-FJAuh8W87WAHAHHSKJSLLL !!

Repeat Copy Copy

I constantly have to explain my tattoo to everyone, which kinda comes with the territory.

I chose it based on something that I highly valued, because that butterfly tattoo on your ass, just doesnt cut it.

I think Ive reposted this like 20x or more but I have ADHD and short term memory loss ( I really do).

In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet was originally the warrior goddess of Upper Egypt. She is depicted as a lioness, the fiercest hunter known to the Egyptians. It was said that her breath created the desert. She was seen as the protector of the pharaohs.

Consequently, it was Sekhmet who was seen as the Avenger of Wrongs, and the Scarlet Lady, a reference to blood, as the one with bloodlust. She also was seen as a special goddess for women, ruling over menstruation.

Her name suits her function and means, the (one who is) powerful. She also was given titles such as the (One) Before Whom Evil Trembles, the Mistress of Dread, and the Lady of Slaughter.
Sekhmet was believed to protect the pharaoh in battle, stalking the land, and destroying the pharaoh's enemies with arrows of fire. An early Egyptian sun deity also, her body was said to take on the bright glare of the midday sun, gaining her the title Lady of Flame. It was said that death and destruction were balm for her warrior's heart and that the hot desert winds were believed to be her breath.

In the myth, Sekhmet's blood-lust was not quelled at the end of battle and led to her destroying almost all of humanity, so Ra tricked her by turning the Nile red like blood (the Nile turns red every year when filled with silt during inundation) so that Sekhmet would drink it. However, the red liquid was not blood, but beer mixed with pomegranate juice so that it resembled blood, making her so drunk that she gave up slaughter and became an aspect of the gentle Hathor.

She is the eye on my wrist.

I have always adored this lovely little tale of vengeance and a little justice. The names of course are self explanatory.\


















UPDATE : this will be my new tattoo... and the names Buttercup, Patience, Gracie & Isabelle.














But not sure which font I like, I cant even remember what one I used for my first. Which I really like but its impossible.

Loves It

After a particularly disastrous morning of dogs eating pens on my bed, on the quilts my Grandma took YEARS to make, on my good sheets with egyptian cotton, and all the makeup I loved...

I am finally unwinding having made the right job decision this morning.

Many of you may find this gay, boring, disturbing whatever.

I like Fire.



and this. but only because I love Rammstein and they make me happy.

The Fork In The Road

I try, I really do, at this whole being an adult "thing".

I live a pretty good life, and no thanks to myself at all. If it hadnt been for Grandpa I'd be nothing, nobody and completely miserable instead of mostly miserable.

I have been trying to make life decisions, learn from my mistakes and move on without Grandpa to constantly ask for guidance. But oh I am lost. Ive said it before, and some may take it as 'emo emo whine whine poor little rich girl', I actually got that response from someone I thought was my 'friend', but they werent. You have no fucking clue what my life is like.

I have a few choices right now, where do I go, which job do I take, and what choices do I make now. Ive asked several opinions from others what do I do, oh what do I do? No one can really answer that but me. They give me the best possible advice they can, and have, but they cannot make the choice.

You know what the hardest part to deal with is? I did this to myself, and thats the bottom line. I put myself here, and thats that. There are outside factors that affected it, but they arent even to blame.
Except maybe for this Yellawood Man with his annoying commercials. I often watch tv with mute on while Im clicking away at my pc, just something else to be on and glowing so the loneliness doesnt eat me up. I hate commercials. Trying to make me buy things I dont need.

Im still struggling with this whole socialness thing. Its funny how I went from being the chatty lovely friendly girl, to someone who, other than when it is required in joblike situations or professional such and such, would really like everyone to piss off. I hate Malls now, when before I thrived in malls, bars, resteraunts, anywhere with lots of people to talk to, to laugh with, and observe.

Ive been thrown into a nearly psychotic mood swing. This happens during times of extreme PMS, and seasonal change. I should have known that even though I love Fall, and the colors changing, it makes me grumpy, tired, but unable to sleep at night or even make myself happy when I need to be.
Oh great, now I have hiccups.

Hate hiccups.

So when Im not worrying about the global climate crisis, the US economy sinking us into a Depression, or alien invasion/ terrorist attacks, Im mulling over how I am ever going to make it through this thing we call life.

Tomorrow, by 9AM, I must make that decision that will carry me forward into a new part of my life (yes it is very dramatic). Its tough, because what I want is so close, but so far, and I have to ask myself if I need it that much too. How the Hell did any of you make it this far, living, paying bills, having kids/grandkids, everything, and still keep your sanity? I must be totally nuts, because either the world economy has driven the stress into me that Ive lost all my bits and brains and I cant even fathom how Im going to afford a life.

In completely unrelated news, I am wondering how Gina & The Commander are faring.

Also, how did Mr. Bastard find those photies of me with my Nokia?




















This being my current cellular giver of brain radiation. She pretty and slides back and forth... I mean... whatever. Your all thinking it anyways.
Admit it, your JEALOUS. SO JEALOUS THAT ... ITS NOT EVEN LIKE JEALOUSY.

errrhmm... bum oley?

Id Like To "Can" Someone About Now.

Its 12:05 AM, and I am writing my 3rd post of the day... wait I must be daft because now this is my first post of Tooday and that really makes no sense at all!

I have the worlds most evil toilet known to God, man and dog. (wouldnt it be wonderful if dogs could use the toilet, trained a cat once, but not a dog).

Regardless this thing is 50 years old. Came with the house, and regardless of the fact that IT BLATANTLY A PIECE OF SHITE... it has stayed. And made not just myself, but everyone else whose lived here mental. My Grandpa spent many hours fiddling with it, "fixing" it and buying about a million parts for it, when he should have just bought a NEW ONE. BUT NOOOOOOO. (I like the o's they emphasize my frustrations you know)
My old roommate fixed the crack which poured water on the tile when you flushed, thus not cool.

IT DOESNT FIX WHAT A RAGING PIECE OF GARBAGE IT IS.

I hate toilets... other than them being convenient pee disposers (girls dont poop dontcha know)
amongst other uses as a water dish for my seemingly unsmart animals... I dont know WHY I bother filling the giant water dish I gave them, because its going to waste.

I could hear the toilet running, and before it awoke my very kind, very good to me tenant downstairs, I raced to make it stop its nonsense.
I said "shh toilet, he is sleeping". Suprisingly, it did not heed my hissing and warnings, and instead replied with alot of gurgling and annoying water sounds.

There are few things I truly dread with disgust and fear, sticking my hand in a sink drain with icky bits of anything is one, and sticking my hand anywhere near the inside of the actual toilets mainframe is right there too.
Yuck yuck yuck yuck. This is what boys are for, but alas, I kicked the boy out and have no one left to fiddle with my toilet at midnight.
Good help is so hard to find these days. Sigh.

I reluctantly pulled the lid off, and sometimes all it needs is a little tug, a little jingle (yeah yeah laugh it up perverts) to get it going back on track.
Didnt work. Nothing works. More loud water hissing and hands stuck near filthy toilet ishies. I tried telling myself that theres no such thing as evil toilet people who will come out of that hole and bite me (saw the cover for a horror movie once, have been checking toilets ever since).

Now what the hell is going on, why doesnt it stop? God, just do me this favor and I'll be super good for a few hours... but thats because Im going to bed now, so since Im holding up my end of the bargain you think you could just MAKE IT STOP? "
No answer. Not suprising. God does not care about my very loud very obnoxious toilet, and Grandpa is laughing about now.

I find the little part that makes all the hissing, the running, the gurgling of water completely Stop.
The problem... I have to hold my finger there to make this happen. . . . . .

Great. Thats just fucking great. I have to keep my hand in the most dreaded germ infested pit of doom all night to make this stop?
So much for bargaining with God, because he really gave me the shit end of the stick this time (kinda literally). More laughter from Grandpa.

Then it stopped. But I just couldnt let the oppourtunity pass by to not tell you about my wonderful lady plumbing skills and all.

Im sure you've all enjoyed my lovely toilet talk.

Till next time!

(I need sleep... I really need sleep).

ZE GERMANS!!

fucking. love. techno/house/everything.

AND I LOVE ZE GERMANS!!

I only post this because I know upon listening to it, Heff's head will explode into a billion little gooey bits.

mwaaaahhahaaa...aahaha.../... ha.

hmm. . er.. thats all.

Hate It Or Love It

As of late, I have been using my blog for my political points and preferences, which hasnt actually angered alot of people. Or that Ive noticed.

Now, I believe highly in free speech, and what you say on your blog is all up to you, and only you.
I would never even dream of telling someone they shouldnt post something or yadda yadda...

But when you bring up controversial topics, you should expect a little fire.
Especially from me.

I believe I pointed out to someone, in the US I am Democratic (Liberal), here in Alberta, it is a goddamn sin to be a Liberal, as I am highly in support of the Conservative party here. Its funny how that works. Its what they do for us a province.
Its also funny when you support seemingly conflicting ideas. Maybe Im crazy. Ah, When In Rome you know...

I have a hard time believing that some group of men in power should be making choices "they think are best" for me as a woman.

The "debate" (or blow out argument) I had with this woman, (2wildmonkeys.blogspot.com)
was over what she posted, about Obama supporting partial birth abortions, yeah I know my male readers are plugging their ears and going "lalalalalalalalalala".

This is an important topic.
I have to disagree with all these psychotic religous fanatics who want to push religon and the "right thing to do" over the personal belief and rights of anyone.
Im not a fool, just because I believe in something, doesnt mean everyone else should. Have I always respected this? I'll admit Ive been biased on those topics.

BUT I WILL NOT BE TOLD BY SOME OLD FARTS WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO WITH MY BODY.
If this makes me some kindve sick baby murderer in your eyes so be it.

Do I have something against babies? No. I think we're WAY over populated and Death hasnt been up to his job lately, but whose to say some of these people should even BE ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILDREN? I have said it before and I will say it now,
STUPID PEOPLE WILL INHERIT THE EARTH!!

How would this woman feel if I wanted someone in power, who would pass a law that she could only keep one of her children, which would she choose and so on, she'd probably freak the fuck out and think it was Unfair.
SO TELL ME WHEN I CANT MAKE CHOICES FOR MYSELF, BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT DECIDED FOR ME, WHY THAT IS FAIR?

"i feel very sad for you. as i said, i will continue to pray for you and others like you."

I cant even express the feeling in my heart and mind when I read that. When just the night before, Ari and I discussed why religious people think they are better than you, can judge you, and then feel sorry for you. He said it before she did when I explained how these kind of people were wrecking the right to free choices in our world.
"She's probably going to tell you how bad she feels for you, and that she'll pray for you".
He must be psychic.

According to Ms. Mommy Republican Advocate, I am a vicious cold blooded killer.
If I voted for Obama, I would be knowingly voting to cut off babies heads, and suck out the brains.
Right. Ok. Well thats lovely, Im glad shes in a place where she can judge me.
You know who judges me? Not her, not joe schmoe, not anyone but God, when its time for that he will. But it is NOT up to any of you fanatic fundamentalist pricks to tell me where Im wrong, and Im going to burn in Hell for supporting Free Choice.

If I had my way, I'd push for legislation to stop stupid people from breeding. Why SHOULDNT people have to pass a test in order to be parents? Because most of those mushy brained bitches wouldnt be able to have that house full of children they cant even care for. Welfare is all they have, and the more babies, the more you get. What a wonderful world.

All this ties back into, why we dont need anymore Creationist type of people in Power.
What you do in your own home, is your business, what I do in my own is my business too...
SO DONT BE STEPPIN ON MY BOUNDARIES. Listening to Fitty makes me a little bit black sometimes.

Politics and Religon. 2 things you should never ever bring to the dinner table. Or to bed.

This woman didnt anger me as much as it boggles my mind how people can be so utterly blind to everything. I pointed out to her how I still believe in God, even when it seems pretty bleak, but I had broken away from a religous group because of the Judgement I felt was placed on my life. I dont feel comfortable with it anymore, its like a coat full of pins and needles. Who wants to wear something that makes them feel like that?

I dont even know where Im going with this now, but if some crazed baby maker a million miles away wants to call me a baby murderer & demon worshipper then go ahead and do it, it doesnt make me one.

And like I said in my comments, save your prayers for your children, because they need it. You keep fighting for what you believe in, but just remember how you yourself would feel if I did the same for you. (ie. fighting to pass laws to stop you from having anymore children).


PS.
"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank that is in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye (Matthew 7:3-5).

See... even the Devil can quote the Bible... or so Ive heard.












Oh wow... because these pictures mirror each other and all.

Last but certainly my favorite,














UPDATE :

That stupid cunt over at 2wildmonkeys.blogspot.com
has blocked and deleted all comments of debate I had with her, because me telling her to save her prayers for her children, was considered "sick".

God, since You will not do anything harmful to this woman, I really. REALLY hope someone pokes her uterus out so she may stop infecting the human population with her disgusting genetic pool.

You can dish it out lady, but you cant take it back, tsk tsk. What a waste of life.

Discrimination At Its Dirtiest

As my annoying fur monger Isabelle sits her with a squeaky tennis ball (wtf was I thinking?) eagerly biting it repetitively to make it go "squeak squeak ... squeeeeeeaakk" and then look at me like "Did that make you crazy yet? Huh, did it? Cause' I can do it again about 100+ times until your ears bleed?! Ok, I'll take that menacing glare as a yes!"

My dogs are not smart enough to be that devious, they are just so tarded they find delight in the simplest (and conveniently the most annoying).

Not long ago, I wrote a post explaining the Ark I was building for when the Earth goes tits up... and I have to flee with all my animals.
I might have said how much I love said animals. Might have.
I take all that back as of 3AM today.

My dogs often throw very people like temper tantrums. When I lock them in their kennels for a few blessed moments of puppy-freedom, they knock things over and cry, cry, CRY. Like Im beating them with a stick or something. The neighbors must love me.
In one of said tantrums, they knocked dog kibbel all over. The cats find this to be very amusing when they KNOW I am asleep.
These animals are by far smart enough to be evil and devious.

The first sleep Ive had all week and... promptly 3 am... *skitter skitter skitter*
The sound of atrocious little paws batting the kibble around my hardwood floors and then hitting the walls.
I tried to tune it out and keep myself in happy sleep sleep land. But no. They had other plans for me. Every time I got up and took the bits away, they would find a new one. *Wack! skitter skitter thump skitter wack!* Not to mention the weird cat noises they make when they get excited.

Alas... I did not sleep well... not to mention the huge welt under my eye that makes me lookvery unattractive. I was bitten by something (please God say it was NOT spider) and it caused massive swelling under my left eye. So I'll just say it. Im ugly.
Well I think I am anyways.

So after a strange morning of running errands, and traffic jams, and my mother making me want to tear my hair out and run crying off a cliff... I change into a Hollister tshirt and some lululemon sweats (oh blessed stretchy pj fabric, how I missed you). If it were legal I'd go everywhere in lululemon.

I go to Safeway (grocery store) to buy a few things to make dinner (which I'll end up taking a bite of and declare it inedible and then feed it to the dogs).
This little old lady, the one who was in Mr. Bastards store, Miss Havisham of the grocery world, had 4 things, and it took her 10 minutes to organize herself before she could move and allow me to purchase my things.
MY 3 THINGS.

So I waited patiently, no eye rolling, no demonic glaring, because shes old. I just didnt realize along with being physically slower than a sloth, she had no mental capacity.

She. tried. to. steal. my. groceries.
First time, the cashier said, "those are not yours."

She tried again, but the bag was too heavy.
So the cashier said it louder, "Ma'am, that is Not your bag".

Didnt even register a response, until she went "Could someone please hand me that bag, it seems a bit too heavy for me?",

agh. sigh.

In unison now, "That bag isnt yours, it belongs to her".

Embarassed Miss Havisham walked away to sit at a bench and fumble in her bag. I felt bad, that she didnt or couldnt hear us, which seems ridiculous as the cashier was speaking loudly and clearly.
I said. Shit happens. We all get old some day.

But I still kinda feel bad.
GOOD THING IM NOT GOING TO GET ANY OLDER AND ALL...

because Im like special. Or something.

Under Construction

There are going to be a few frustrating changes going on around here... so until I FIGURE OUT WHYYYY BLOGGER HAS TO BE SUCH A NINCOMPOOP....

I'll have it fixed. When I get to it.

Sorry Mr. Knee, I will not be hiring your company for my reconstruction. You'd be thieving the tea and my dirty knickers.

That is all... Im going to go tear my hair out now.

Oh in other exciting crappy CNN news...

Chuck Norris supports.... Sarah Palin?

OH NO WE'RE ALL DOOOOOMED.

The end is near!

Chuckie... you heartless bastard.

And Sylvester Stallone just fell off my favorite actors list.

HOLD THE PRESSES!

Travis Barker has been injured in a plane crash in South Carolina.

I am personally devestated.
Well not... but I feel bad for him and everyone who was killed.


Hmmm...

that is all...

you all smell like cheese!

Oh Fiddlesticks

In the unfortunate disappearance of a one Mr. Jimmy Bastard, I am left speechless. Perhaps he was carried away by an ocean current, or some other unfortunate mishap, like giving up on your blog. Cardinal Sin #4592.

Apart from locking my blog during several stressful times in my life, I have never deleted. Never will in fact, I feel people who that, alot, are undependable. (Not saying Mr.Bastard was, but he did give me many good laughs).

Last night, after a horridly botched dinner made by yours truly, yeah Greg, laugh it the fuck up because you think Im a bad cook, when in fact Im pretty decent. I made pad thai, with rice noodles and veggies, because I LOVE pad thai. So good. Anyways... I didnt read the small print that they sneak into the back description. It said 'SWEET AND TANGY' on the front. Why shouldnt it taste that way?

On the back it read "Sweet, tangy hot as a motherfucker in hell. Will burn tongue out of mouth. Only for the brave. Due not eat if you do not wish to incinerate your insides."
Well... thats what it said to me when I ate it.

I had 2 bites of dinner and was miserable. Ate buns instead. Damn you pad thai spicy sauce makers. I shake a miserable fist at you. MISERABLE. AND BURNING.

More food woes, at a certain fast food chain, that will eventually take over our entire planet with its gut rot (if it hasnt already) think golden arches... think piss pickels, and maggoty burgers and you might just figure it out. I decided since Ive been a pretty good girl, and having not eaten out in a while, Id indulge in some greasy breakfast. Big Mistake.
I ate my deliciously salty grease filled hashbrowns, with more delight than should be allowed, and went on to grab my BLT bagel. Not looking at it, because I was watching my screen, took a bite. (I feel like gagging as I write this),
A. Big. Chunk. Of. Thick. Wirey. Disgusting. Black. Hairs. RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I BIT.
My mouth grazed them (ok excuse me I need to go scrape my mouth again), and I almost started to cry.
I think that is the worst most vile thing Ive seen in a while. I stared at it for a moment and started visibly gagging, and tears welled up in my eyes. It bothered me, that someone packed it up and GAVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE TO INGEST LOOKING LIKE THAT. Slap my food around, make it sloppy, I wont usually care... but you leave a CHUNK OF YOUR BEASTLY SCALPY HAIR IN MY FOOD? What is wrong with people? I have never personally done ANYTHING mean to any of them... No values.
They just dont care.
I took it back and quietly handed my bag to the girl, not wanting a scene I said quietly what I had found, and that Id like something done.
She looked at it, apologized porfusely with a look of disgust that matched my own, and went back to ream the lady making them out loud enough for everyone to hear.
I kinda felt bad, but what the hell are you doing with hair falling into my breakfast?
They handed me a new one, but I didnt eat it.
I couldnt even think about food after that... and in fact have not eaten today because the thought of what people do to your food, is disturbing.

Health Standards? Ethics? Anyone? Please?
Ive seen cleaner food served at a greasy spoon... Id even trust that alot more... minus the french toast from Road Trip.
Reason #163 Why You Should Not Piss Off A Server.

So I caved and bought Starbucks instead. They screwed that up too and gave it to me for free.

IS NOTHING RIGHT IN THE WORLD? NOTHING?!
Ill forgive the Starbucks screw up, but Ill never eat at McPukeys again. Ever.

Oh and Greg told me he'd just take the hair out and eat it anyways, so he didnt know why I was so upset.
Uhm.
Right.

HOMELESS BUMS HAVE MORE DECENCY.

Oh I need to add into this, as recent "polls" state how the McSame team fares.

As a woman, I would never ever vote for Palin on the basis of her sex.
Is it fair to say that I do not believe someone with 5 children (one an infant) should be even a Governor? When someone is a mother of 5, that should be her main focus.
Shes accomplished (yeah right) but get the fuck home and tend to them. You obviously werent paying enough attention to stop your 17 year old from fucking around. Yes yes low blow. Moving along, parents of disabled children, should pay extra special attention to them. They need the support.
I had an uncle who had spina bifida/developmental issues. I loved. LOVED. My Uncle Bill (called him Beeel). He passed away from cancer when I was 5. He taught me a tenderness to people that you cannot even understand. They dont freak me out, seeing how some others react like they are a disease, and avoid at all costs? I feel thats cruel.
Now, Palin decided to get 'up the duff' at her advanced age. Which I think is completely unneccessary as it poses problems for the mother and the child. I am speaking from the viewpoint of, my Great-Grandmother was past 40 when she had my Uncle Bill... thus causing physical problems (after 9 kids).
Am I some rampaging baby murderer? No.
Do I feel people with special needs should not be loved? No.

Do I think she should have selfishly chosen to have a child, she KNEW was going to be affected by Down's Syndrome, and still run for VP? No. No. AND NO.

This "woman" will rip our women's right back 100+ years, turn all the womenfolk into hudderites. We wont be able to wear pants if she gets her way. We will no longer vote. We will all have 15 babies and Church attendance enforced.
Roe vs. Wade will be overturned FOR SURE.

Im upset that so many people (although the numbers are falling quickly), still support a team of such ... unexperienced nitwits. To BE OUR LEADERS.
Now, I do see holes in Obama's campaign, I wouldnt say hes perfect, none of us are.

But you have to admit, the man knows how to talk. His speeches are motivational. Better than a chipmunk and a rimjob like McCain & Palin.

"When you graduate 894th out of a class of 899, eventually it will show up.

And John McCain’s mediocre performance at the Naval Academy is showing up big time this week in his total lack of understanding of the nation’s financial crisis.

He told us he didn’t know much about the economy… now he’s proving it."

Someone, a very dear friend, and who is Canadian, but supports McCain, said "what does his education have anything to do with being President?"
Its not word for word, and I didnt argue the statement endlessly but BUT, I felt that is wrong.

You can barely get a job with no education these days. Its hard. Experience is good yes, but education is what they all see. Read me loud and clear, a man who finished that far behind should not be President. For many more reasons, but it is sad that America would disvalue itself that much.
We are not that desperate to be pissed on. Thankyou very much.

That is all. Read the article... decide for yourself.

Go On, Hate Me, You Know You Want To.

Thats if, you dont already and all.



I love this song.
Its actually even the base ringtone on my phone. Everyone has a specific one, like my mom is 'Sweet Home Alabama' which used to be awesome TILL I FUCKING HEARD IT 1,861,282,349 TIMES.

I'll bet half of you dont even listen or watch the whole thing, but Kanye gets his head cut off at the end... so it might interest you. With a shovel!

Im still going to push for Obama, but can like, we not have SO MANY black people in commercials?
It should be an even number. White, black, asian, hispanic, whatever.
But stay the motherfuck out of my bubblegum commercials!

Im not racist because I hate everyone.

2x2 is ... You do the math.

A little happy music. Ok happyish.. it makes me happy so thats all that matters here on this blog. YOU GOT THAT?

You may now trade your souls for cookies... line up to the left.

I used to listen to Song 2 - (Blur) way back in the day when Brent (Cathy's son) would play big brother and take us all swimming, and cruise around in his little car with the big stereo.

You (older, much older haha) guys have your 70s music, and 80s music... and well Ive got 90s. So neener neener.

In saying that, I cant just not mention Kurt Cobain, and how much Nirvana shaped not just my taste of music, but an influence you cannot explain. I have always loved his voice.

In saying that, I cant just not mention Kurt Cobain, and how much Nirvana shaped not just my taste of music, but an influence you cannot explain. I have always loved his voice.

Ok so I first picked 'Heart Shaped Box', it being my favorite mostly.
But this ones really good too... and we all know it. If you dont, then you dont belong here by any means, and should vacate the premises before my high trained team of attack ninja monkeys eats your brains. Then again, you might not have any. So... theyll just kick your ass.
That is all. Shoo.


A highly trained team of monkeys has been dispatched to deal with the situation.

Pte. Chad Horn

http://www.canada.com/calgaryherald/news/story.html?id=5262889d-2f09-4ecc-a88b-97dfd789cec1

This post is not for me, as I did not know Chad well. We grew up in the same city, we are about the same age, and we had mutual friends.

Chad Horn was a Canadian soldier killed in Afghanistan recently, and my heart goes out to his family, his friends and everyone who loved him.

"The youngest Calgary soldier to die in the Afghanistan conflict was remembered as a man who seized life's opportunities.
Horn loved to drive fast especially on the highway -- even if his passengers begged him to not to.
"At the time, I was scared for my life. Now I know he was just showing me how to live life," said his friend, Zach Jilg." (calgaryherald)

(As found on his facebook profile)

"Well, Im a Canadian Soldier! Proud of it too! I've been in since the beginning of 2006. Since then, training has brought me across the country, Quebec, New Brunswick, Alberta, and now, where I live, Manitoba. Im posted to Shilo, with 2 PPCLI! Best Battalion around! I'm Deploying to Afghanistan in Feb of 08. Aside from work, the most important things to me are my Family, Friends, and Music... I do like alot of things in the Military, but there are always thing you don't like. I miss Calgary! And all my Family and Friends there! I'm a pretty friendly guy, and easy to approach. Any questions about the Military im open to talk about too!"

"For Those I Love I Will Sacrifice"

Thankyou Chad, for being one of the brave ones.

Karl Rove Is A Baked Turd

How can anyone like Republicans? Agh...

Colaradaaaa? Learn to speak english. ENGLISH. CLEARLY.

Dear Pets, You Make Me Insane.

Dear Isabelle & Gracie :

This is an official notice to cease and desist your mangling of my possessions.
This includes (but is not limited to) pop bottles, furniture, bedsheets, clothing, deodorants (I really fucking liked that one, and you little bastards ate it) bandaids, carboard, towels, sandals (I pay good money for Reef sandals, and unless you'd like to become a pair, I suggest you quit) AND anything wood or wooden, or otherwise edible to your standards.
STICK TO YOUR TOYS!!

Yes I am pretty much the crazy cat lady, Ive given in. Im a very very anally (yes I know who will be mocking that reference) clean cat lady though.

I love my animals, and for the most part, I feel like they love me, but it is increasingly difficult to not want to beat them with a big stick every day when I come home to even more destruction.

I did not believe in kenneling the dogs before this point, feeling it was cruel and unusual punishment to leave something in a little wee box with a few toys. Not fun.
Now, I am an avid believer that if I didnt kennel the little bastards for a few hours a day/or night they would make me completely insane, as I am only 86% of the way there.

Dont get me wrong, I take the destruction in stride most days, love to bitch about it with other dog owners, but its coming to a point where I NEED THEM TO GROW UP.
Or maybe I'll just die and not deal with it anymore.

I cannot even tell you how much damage has been wreaked upon this home. Give me Hurricane Ike ANY DAY... Ive got puppies... you dont scare me.

Now only because Im still in a sortve hiatus from work for the next bit until I start a new job, Ive gotten into this psycho cleaning ritual.
I fill my Swiffervac 3-4 times a day. With dust and pethair.
Its not like my house is really disgusting or anything, but you would not believe how much just comes from everywhere.
I am starting to unhinge. Therefore, all my little kitties and puppies will recieve a free buzzcut, and wear sweaters in the winter.
Tachae's version of Chinese-hairless-pets.

I used to have a decent couch, till that corner went, then the cushions, then the inside of the actual couch. Bookcase, well... its not toast... looks like shit.
Used to also have a doorstop (house needs a repaint, moved baseboards when carpet was taken out looks icky) came home one day to find that no more doorstop, and hey look, they ate the wall.....WONDERFUL. My bedposts. Done. Toast. No More. Hideous.






















Does anyone even know how absolutely Nuts I am?
Perhaps... anyone who reads this blog has to know Im not quite sane.

LuvMummy, this is all your fault, your love of furry creatures has destroyed me.

First we have (in order of life appearance) my sweet Kitty, who is now 9. Ive had her since I was 13, found her as a stray kitten in my alley, and begged tormented whined at my mum to let me keep her. She is now known as Miss Kitty Widebottom (got a little pudgy since the spay).













Kota (aka Kokeybear)
My pitbull-rottie I got sucked into loving when I was 19. She was from a drugdealers home, and after not finding anyone suitable to be her family, we kept her and love her dearly. Biggest sweetheart, really smart, and thanks to my mum, not so crazy but still a little dumb.

Ah! LF - Littlefucker. I catnapped him when he was much smaller from a bad bad evil lady. He is a little bit gay... meows like a girl... and somewhat 'tarded. He is loved. But Stupid.









Be Nice To My Buttercup! Buttercup and Patience came home with me from the Humane Society. I was sad having no pets at my own home (Kitty, Kota & Leffer live at my mums), so I found these kittens and kept them. Unbeknownst to myself, Buttercup is Butterball, and when shes not sleeping shes sitting by her food. Patience is a very strange cat, not much catlike behaviour. Very quiet, very cuddly and loves to just sit with me. Or play in the bathtub under the tap.



















Oh puppies.
Where would you be if I hadnt convinced Shane that I absolutely needed to save you from a horrible life in a puppymill type home?
Your awful little shits, but I still love you.

Ive got 7 in total... had 8... Holly is not to be left out either, even though she is no longer with us, we will never forget her. And nevermind the ugly old yellow fridge as that was from 13 years ago. Aw Holly... I miss you.










Heff... I know you dont care about my shitty little animals, and you hate cats... but I love tormenting you... so Ive sent 37 cats by FedEx to your home. Enjoy!!

Александр Литвиненко

Alexander Valterovich Litvinenko - (30 August 1962 – 23 November 2006)

“ I would like to thank many people. My doctors, nurses and hospital staff who are doing all they can for me, the British police who are pursuing my case with vigour and professionalism and are watching over me and my family. I would like to thank the British government for taking me under their care. I am honoured to be a British citizen.
I would like to thank the British public for their messages of support and for the interest they have shown in my plight.

I thank my wife Marina, who has stood by me. My love for her and our son knows no bounds.

But as I lie here I can distinctly hear the beating of wings of the angel of death. I may be able to give him the slip but I have to say my legs do not run as fast as I would like. I think, therefore, that this may be the time to say one or two things to the person responsible for my present condition.

You may succeed in silencing me but that silence comes at a price. You have shown yourself to be as barbaric and ruthless as your most hostile critics have claimed.

You have shown yourself to have no respect for life, liberty or any civilised value.

You have shown yourself to be unworthy of your office, to be unworthy of the trust of civilised men and women.

You may succeed in silencing one man but the howl of protest from around the world will reverberate, Mr Putin, in your ears for the rest of your life. May God forgive you for what you have done, not only to me but to beloved Russia and its people. ”

I read the news more than should be allowed... I love to read into everyones lives, pick up information wherever I can, truth before lies, history and how it repeats itself.

I am often saddened by the things I read and see... how we butcher each other, we live in a horrible world. North America may fare slightly better than the rest of the world as far as rights, and living standards, etc. But its not enough.

(I thought his letter was extremely touching).

I love listening to this guy... fucking incredible!!




sharonanony
"Palin is a rape promoter, and she is a cruel animal killer. She is trying to decimate the wolves and Polar Bears. She is the highest symbol of female hypocrisy in modern time. A pig is much higher then Sarah Palin. She is a rat turd dried up, with fake illusion for all the stupid of America. Show the world your hate and how you hand your freedom on a silver platter. ha ha dummies are trapped, dumb women go ahead and vote to set your rights back 100 years. Obama for America."

Le Pacte Des Loups

Brotherhood Of The Wolf - Fight Clip
Its worth a watch. Loved the movie.



me just talking babyish to my dogs... yes my house is a mess.. no I dont care.

Miss Havisham Goes Bust

I dont like to plan out my evenings. I like them to unfold before me, great exciting adventures await! After this next drink you know...
Or that one too...

I went up the street to Carries, but not feeling like joining them in some deep south (shawnessy, which is way too fucking far for me, has anyone SEEN the price of gas? Goddamn American crisis. Never fails).

After devouring some of her yummy chocolate filled banana bread, I made a quick exit. Yes Im a terrible friend.

Jay (jib) from my good old underage drinking days with University boys (I began my career into sneaking into frat parties at 15, I can just see the look on my poor mothers face).
Well hes just gotten back from Europe, with stories of his drug filled adventures. No crazy Amsterdam sex to report, but Im sure it happened.

After drinking my 1 Corona (god I hate beer, but not to be rude I accepted) I can also see the look on my mothers face as she recoils in horror at what her horribly irresponsible child has done.
I finally started to remember what it was like to be around Real friends again. Not this fake garbage, not this its all about money, but Real friends.
I missed them...

Moving along to a bit of an angry piece, about my ex "boyfriend" or "Im the guy who sleeps in your bed, but doesnt give a shit about you",
He called. And he fucking called. And then he called AGAIN.
This went on all day. I ignored, for the first time ever, all of those calls.
We have nothing to say to each other Greg, you never gave a flying fuck about me, you farted in my fucking bed every goddamn chance you got, my sheets will never be the same, and nor will my scarred memory.
This, I always took as disrespect.
Its not like we were married for 25 years, which would entitle you to fart in said communal bed. It was MY BED. MINE.
And now it is otherwise defiled. I am in the search of a new mattress as we speak. Well maybe tomorrow, its like middle of the night and all. I could get arrested if I try to go mattress shopping right now.

Do you know what it feels like to have someone fart in your bed, and then rip your fucking heart to shreds?
Im a proud girl, a very bitchy little elitist. I like things my way, I like them First, and I dont want to have anyone stand in my way. Ever.

Yet, every time I lower myself to call you, or answer your calls, you make me feel unworthy. You make me feel dirty... like I'll never be loved, like I've never deserved to be loved, and thats what Im doomed to for eternity.

Then I realized while sitting with my Real Friends this evening, this isnt true. In fact I realized it a long time ago, but when your stuck with a dirty old prick who refuses to acknowledge the fact that your a woman, and need an occassional compliment, and maybe a bit of TLC, you get all cobwebby and wrinkly like poor old Miss Havisham.

You start to feel more unloved and unappreciated as each day passes that he doesnt notice you, appreciate you or even seem to see that you are alive. And have recently washed his filthy underwear. Because you cared.

WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT GREG, I DONT CARE. DONT CALL! WE HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO EACH OTHER!
You told me to move on, because I wasnt good enough for you apparently, but why call then? Why call over 20 times in one fucking day?
ANSWER THAT YOU SELFISH BAG OF DIRT. The only feeling Ive got for you is not quite hate, more distaste, and disappointment in not doing this earlier.

And thats that.

Miss Havisham is going to bed, to be old and wrinkly and possibly a little crazy.

I should have known after the first weekend we went away. SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.

I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, LOVE ME LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH

Thats all the action Ive got... I think everyone already saw those, so no lesbians for you, apologies going out to Wil, Heff, & Mr. Bastard. My Eternal Soul is still kinda important you know.




















mellow out

bitch

lay low

I thought I knew ya
took the time to throw my love into ya
screw ya
cuz now you got me sittin in the sewer
I'm through with all them roller coaster rides
see, I ain't forgot about the knots that you been tying with my insides
I dropped my pride
without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash
and all I could, to make it last
now I accepted that was in the past
I know you love me
love me like a piece of trash

but at first you were so sweet
couldn't go without seein' your face for an hour
so sour
it all became a hassle
you were even living in my castle
just to use me
and verbally abuse me
that's not the way I'm running my shop
it took a while to see the light before I stopped
and you got dropped off
it's over, probably I'll be sweating it
but in the long run you'll be the one regrettin' it
maybe you won't, maybe you will
but baby, you're still about as real as a three dollar bill

there's no one to blame but you!
who gets the blame? me
no one to blame but you!
who gets the blame? me

ohh ohh, I sound like a bitch, a little bitch in heat
with all that anger that I'm feelin bitch I think it's heat
another split tail just another split tail
thanks for the lesson now get your shit and hit the trail
we know I'm coming from the old school
you damn fool
intensity is something that I'm made of
and certainly I'm not afraid of
a little smack in my face
thanks for the taste

it's all on me
there's no on to blame
me

whatever
i think that, uh, i'd like to, uh, turn myself around and turn it over to uh

Febreeze Is Actually Spray Poison

Uhm. What. They. Are. Touching. Each. Other.

Quick Obama! Get away before his hand turns into the claws off death and rips out your kidneys! He needs them to survive, thats how hes made it to 942, stealing body parts, and alot, alot of botox. Plus the blood of fresh virgins, because if they werent virgins, well it just wouldnt be Republican of him to drink it.
Ah good old "teamwork", I bash you, you bash me, I screw you over politically but hey, its 9/11 and for the sake of good appearances, and to keep our PR people happy, we'll make like we really give a fuck about being polite.
Riight. (thankyou CNN... I stole your peekture... yes I did)
>Also... "We did well! ", Mrs. Pathetic-Palin, please give back the money for that bridge to nowhere (the state with 12 people - Knudsen).

They found that piece of shit who murdered the pregnant Marine awhile back. I didnt know, I guess I didnt follow enough, lets hope they use bamboo shoots on his fingernails and some other foreign torture, because it wont be enough to take away what hes done. Then again, maybe his wife did it. Its between them and God.

I think thats all Ive got to politically rant about just yet... hmm... 9/11 this, 9/11 that. No disrespect to the victims, the survivors or anyone in general but it has dragged out and caused so much damage to the country its sad really. Now, I have to pay a fucking 9/11 fee, plus an extra airport security fee, and extra fee so we can pay for those extra security guys to afford more toilet paper or some bullshit, when I fly. Which is exactly that, bullshit.

Moving along,
I feel I should get this blog a little more in order, maybe a little change will do me good.
But... what should I do?
Tips anyone?

36 Crazyfists is an amazing band and hails from Kenai, Alaska. The reason theyre music is so angry, is because they hate Sarah Palin. Ok, so thats not true but they are really fucking amazing. AND ALL I GOT WAS A FUCKING TSHIRT. (oh well, I like the tshirt).



With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you
needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more...

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

It seems like a runaround
Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all...red

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Braided conversation

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Slit wrist!

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up...

Because I have Nothing Better To Do...

Well I do... but Im kindly ignoring the laundry that needs to be done, and the pile of dustbunnies Ive just swept up that the dogs are rolling in while they make unintelligible retard noises back and forth.
They are currently battling over a small ragged slobbered on piece of cardboard... how they value this disgusting garbage is beyond me.

While I was gone on my adventure at Granny's, I also came upon the strangest of all humans. The old lady who does not care how badly her clothes clash.
I mean, Im sure we'll all get there, that point where we just dont care that our undies are sticking out, our socks dont match, and our pants might be too short.
We were eating breakfast, and I looked up to see a lady in the most outrageously overdone outfit Ive ever seen.
Purple/Pink (neon bright) jacket, a lavender straw hat, bright purple sweatpants, and snowboots. Not complete without the Sobeys orange shopping bag (Ive got the kiwi & blueberry ones thank you very much).
Uhm. I really have to say, thats pushing it a little. Before I get to that point, please please someone do the pillow over my face and send me away to a better place. I didnt make fun of her or say anything until now, because its sadder than you think.
Or maybe she knows whats shes doing, and she doesnt care that the hideousness of her jacket has made me partially blind. Im on to your tricks you old bat!!

I found her at crazyoldladieswhowearpurpleanduglyshit.com, its true. I swear.















































ANyways. Which one is the best or none at all? I told you I was bored. And Conceited. Have I said how much I love me lately? Cause I love me. Mememe. And this last one. Its my Favorite. Gummibears. MMm.



God love that man Trent Reznor. Im going to do a post later completely and totally all about him... fuck... I really hope hes not secretly secretly gay because then Id die inside and have to console myself with gummibears.
He is so fucking... amazing. Ive only seen him live once, but God... hes good.

My Grandma, What Big Teeth You Have

Ive returned from a lovely visit at my Grandmas, unscathed and whole for the most part.

Undeniably, I am happy to be home as my house does not require the temperature of Hell to keep me alive. I know old peoples get all cold and such, but holy crap, we dont need to go on vacation, look no further than Granny's house, where you will be cooked alive.

(LuvMummy told me I should have gone downstairs and turned it down, but then I'd really go to Hell for freezing a poor old lady in her sleep).

I got down there on Sunday, and decided to spend a few days helping her out, and just being a professional house bum, which she doesnt exactly need but I have keys! So she cant keep me out. Ha!
The Pass is an awesome place to go hiking, camping, pretty much anything outdoorsy, and I love having a bit of alone time when I go there, and usually I only bring Kota. Due to unforeseen circumstances where she tried to eat a smaller shitty dog that got in her face, I regretfully had to leave her home for the first time ever.

Instead I brought the puppies, who are by far dumber, and pee way too much, but they couldnt be left either, and need to figure out how to go out in the woods and not run away on me.

I took them for a few short hikes, and they were doing really well. Isabelle could not give a shit how many times I call her, she just looks at me like 'pfft, lady, you can keep calling my name but I aint listening', Gracie on the other hand comes back sniffing my hands for treats. So at least I get some form of obedience.

I decided we could take on a bigger hike, and took them up behind Miners Path, which leads to Mt. Sasky, and since I wasnt planning to go all the way up, I thought it might be worth it to wander around in there.

Not so fucking much.

I was checking the time on my cell, when I looked up to see my very offleash dogs trying to play with something. "Gee, thats a weird looking dog... fuck... fuck... fuck... thats not a dog its a bear... fuck shit fuck. "

He was a bit smaller but definitely bigger than both of them together, and not without the big ole angry momma bear uphill behind him, the exaCT path I was walking on, I called them back, leashed them and ran back to my truck faster than any Olympic runner, just about peed myself I did.

She hadnt followed, but for whatever reason had deemed me uneatable for now.

Living in Canada, wildlife sightings are so common, we never seem to take much notice of them. That stuffs for Japanese tourists. But, this scared the shit out of me, Ive gone up there a million times in my life, and NEVER seen a thing. I saw fawns once, and a few horses from the nearby farm that had wandered out, but never a bear. I went home shaking because all I could think of was what would I do if she tried to kill my dogs, or what would I do if she had attacked me? I couldnt think of anything because I panicked. In any other situation that wouldnt have gone very far.

I guess Im not the great adventurer I thought. Poo.

I love animals, but is it unethical to mace a bear when its gnawing on your leg?

(Gracie & Isabelle wouldnt stand still for a picture)




































Yeah, thats nice lady. Heres how much we listen!



































PS - Advert of the Day -

"Microfinance Empowers
Join us in enabling the poorest of the poor to improve their own lives"

Bullshit! It should say "Join us in enabling our execs to improve their own lives, but as long as you think your helping impoverished naked babies in nica-suda-geria its ok! Send lots!"

A further footnote... I cannot wait to see the new vampire flick 'Twilight'. Yeah, ever since I got my hands on Anne Rice books, its been my secret little addiction. I love vampires. There I said it. Yeah yeah you know my dirty secrets blah blah big deal. Listen, at least Im not into panty-stealing, cocaine, or some weird habit. Well, depends who you ask I suppose...

Why Does This Amuse The Ever Loving Fuck Out Of ME

http://insession.blogs.cnn.com/2008/09/05/judge-in-hospital-husband-charged-with-attempted-murder/

Ok so Ive been following on this lady, and I mean in her condition, its kindve sad that her husband beat the shit out of her with a frying pan, but Ive "heard" she can be an auld bag.

And no one likes one of those!

"Elizabeth Halverson underwent surgery today for injuries sustained when her husband, Ed, allegedly attacked her with a frying pan."

Heheheeheehhee.e eee. eeee.

She isnt a nice lady so God says its ok. And so do I. That makes it allright. Hear hear.

And its not like Im going to Hell just for thinking this is funny... its everything else Ive done, so why not? Blah blah blah!


This. I dont find amusing. Those who kill Wolves deserve the same in turn. To Be Gutted & Hung Like Prizes. No Less Than That.



http://www.flickr.com/photos/ray777/1032182728/in/set-72157603452451735/

It IS Not Ok To Murder Wolves... Why Doesnt Someone Just Go Out & Hunt The Hunters? Execution Style! Let Them Run For Their Lives, See How It Feels To Be Hunted Down For NOTHING.

Yeah. I Feel Strongly About It.

The Only Happy Nice Things Youll See Here

M. enjoying her apple from our treee.

Shatty Mood

Now, theres a few reasons for my antisocialistic nazi behaviours...

One of them being, the fucking twats who CONSTANTLY MESSAGE ME THE SECOND I PUT MY STATUS ONLINE.
JAYSUS.
PISS. OFF.
Makes me want to go burn their ratfilled buginfested shanties down around them.

Its ALWAYS, ALWAYS the same people. They just never learn.
Now, the question could be, why dont you just block them? I dont know why, I havent gotten to that point, burning them sounds rather appealing before a simple button pushing, but thats too much work and Id rather nap.

This is dedicated to those pricks up the street who, in the middle of said nap, decided it would be amusing to their pea brained selves, if they had a car alarm contest.
I thought it would be amusing to mash their ugly faces into the grill of the ones truck, and maybe kick him in the bag a few times, because Im not sure they realized how annoyed I was to have my sleep interuppted by such an awful noise.
But... you get arrested for those sort of things.

The other annoyance of course, being my dim, very dim, witted dogs.
Now, I know its probably my fault somehow, but not once did I ever teach my dogs that eating my books and a box of lady supplies, was a good thing.
I discovered one guilty culprit in her kennel with a bit of cotton and string hanging from her mouth, with big eyes, tail tucked and all. Im glad to say they may have been unuased, but lady products are not cheap, but I have pricey minded girls.

Fucking. Dogs.

And whoever has been calling me early in the morning, long before God is even awake, and from a private number no less, will die a horrible and awful death, where they will end up in a purgatory like existence, much like WalMart, with screamin' babies, and old evil Irishmen, and theyll have to say "yes patrick, no patrick, ok patrick".
That may not seem like a bad punishment, but just you wait you little fucker.

And once again, I got angry while driving.
Now, I do bad things like put on makeup, talk on my cell phone, and occasionally break a few rules. I prefer to think of them as "guidelines" .
But, NEVER do I miss a green light. I may have missed a few red and yellow and maybe that purple one once, but not green. I am a go go lets move it along, because those lights are a short lived opportunity.
Mrs. Turd of the smaller SUV class family, was doing her makeup in her drivers side mirror.
Now, when your doing this on a BUSY intersection, be prepared for my wrath, because unholy fuck, does it make me mad.
So I honked, and she hit her face on her window. And I laughed. Let that be a lesson Mrs. Turd, pull over and do that makeup elsewhere, and dont drive in front of me.

Oh and theres an ad on the top of my blog, from google which states " Help those most in need - Eradicate extreme poverty & hunger Support Concern Worldwide"

Fuck them, help me, Im most in need. I live in a godforsaken place where the men treat women like garbage, and no one can drive. Its fucking horrible, so just give me money ok?

Here is another lovely song of my choice, I hope your ears bleed out of your feckin heads.

(ps. i changed the song based on my mood, and you know what? cause I fucking can. thats right. fuck off)


Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
And hating
Things that I can't bear

Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
Well did you?

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise(surprise)
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

Walking, Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
And hating
Things that I can't bear

Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?

I hate you!

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
And touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How'd it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you

I've slept so long without you

I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside

I Cant Hear You

Your face is burned inside my brain
I lost my way
Your taste of stale flows through my veins
The cost of hate
'Cause you'll never understand me
You want me to stay

You're c-c-c-calling but I can't hear you
I'm not listening anymore
You're subject to falling but I can't save you
I don't see you anymore

The race of slowing down the pain, I found a way
The pace of speaking so mundane, the sound of gain
But you'll never make me happy
So I've extinguished the flame

You're c-c-c-calling, but I cant hear you
I'm not listening anymore
You're subject to falling, but I can't save you
I don't see you anymore

And what you want me to say I'll never say
You're playing the game that I'll never play
So what do you want from me?
Now I've extinguished the flame

Your c-c-c-calling but I can't hear you
I'm not listening anymore
You're subject to falling but I can't save you
I don't see you anymore
You're c-c-c-calling but I can't hear you, I'm not listening anymore
You're f-f-f-falling, but I can't save you
I don't see you anymore

2 Years

2 years ago you left this world for another, and nothing has been the same for us since. I dont really have much to say, you never really spoke to me, only through your birthday cards, and little posters you made for all the holidays, but now theres nobody to put up Easter decorations, or Halloween, or Christmas. Granny Hazel misses you the most, she says it quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, and when she talks about you I have to look away because I dont want to miss you, or miss the radio playing in the kitchen when you'd sit at the window and just watch the world while you drank your coffee. I really miss when you'd answer the phone, you always had a booming GOOD AFTERNOON... or the morning song we'd sing together when I was little... or when you'd play Santa Claus for me, the way you'd tell the cat " I dont like pussycats, but I like this one".



















...Or the way you came back to us in the form of a frog. No one else would understand.

"A cup of tea, a cigarette, & Bristol Palin is pregnant"

http://www.matthewgood.org/2008/09/knocked-up/ (the following as found on the site).

"Bristol Palin got a little action - big deal. Maybe the condom broke, maybe she was on birth control and it failed, what does it matter? It’s not like there aren’t 17-year-old’s out there right now having sex in all sorts of internet porn inspired positions and loving every single second of it. The point is, her mother has adamantly claimed that she’ll be marrying the kid that knocked her up – not keeping the baby never being an option given Palin’s religious beliefs and the political ramifications involved.

In truth, you have to wonder if Bristol Palin is going to spend the rest of her life paying for her mother’s political aspirations. Were I to put money on it, I’d bet she’s divorced by the time she’s 26. The reality is that at 17 you’re not ready for a commitment of that magnitude, no matter who says what to the contrary. We don’t live in that world anymore – unless you happen to be the member of some religious cult living on a compound in the mountains. Sure, teen pregnancy isn’t entirely uncommon, but that said, I don’t believe that a single mistake should not only rob a young person of their future, but place them in a situation for which they are manifestly unprepared.

The United States has one of the highest rates of teen pregnancy in the developed world. According to the CDC, one third of women in the United States get pregnant before the age of 20, 80% of which are unintended. Not surprisingly, the federal government funds programmes that promote abstinence until marriage, which is entirely ridiculous. Teens are going to have sex, and not educating them on how best to protect against pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases is simply ridiculous. Ironically, as Governor of Alaska, Palin herself is opposed to funding sexual education programmes in schools, choosing instead to support abstinence programmes.

So much for that plan of attack.

In a questionnaire distributed among gubernatorial candidates in 2006 Palin wrote…

“The explicit sex-ed programmes will not find my support.”

Explicit? As in how to put on a condom? Because if they’re teaching kids how to throw key parties in school these days then fuck do I wish I was teenager again. " - MG

Can I just add to this? Just a little? Well of course I fucking can, this is my blog. Let the schizo talk continue!
So, Palin thinks we're teaching our kids how to be a bunch of goddamned perverts in school eh?
Yeah, because stopping the rampant spread of HIV, crotch-cricketeers, and other lovely burning itching sensations amongst our young adults, and adults, and possibly the very old (as in like, my moms age, you know very very old).

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER? We should just let everyone go back to the dark ages, where the plague (HIV etc) will consume our nations and there will be so many more millions of abandoned babies, filled with disease. She is in need of a good smack... and well if I could I would you know and all...

I have to side with what Matt Good said, shes paying for her mistakes by her mothers hand. What if she doesnt want to marry the guy? What if they hate each other and it was like some random hate sex or some weirdness? WHAT THEN? Yeah, thats her problem and really none of the worlds business.
I feel Palin should go back to her reindeer, PTA meetings and keep her rallying against safe sex education to herself. I would never ever support a nation run by that sad, living off her former dreams teenage prom queen.

RAH!

and this kids, is what leads the world into all that funkymunky sex!
I have always loved the movie Braveheart, and in my near hermit status as the crazy cat lady who watches films all day, well yeah Im not sure where thats going but enjoy turd people.

Meet Joe Black - A Clip

Ok heres your cheery little extra... not only do i FUCKING love the movie tank girl (parents took me to see it when I was like 9, and after that I was supremely obsessed... yes obsessed with the crazy girl who haphazardly shaves her head, has zero respect for the local authority... and drives a really big motherfuckin' vehicle. but she isnt a dyke! ... suprisingly enough... well she does boink a kangaroo guy. (part way thru part 2 clip, theres a song by bush called bomb, where she cuts her clothes off with scissors for someone... i dont really care about the clothes part but I like the song.