Ho hum

I’ve had no motivation to post anything lately. I’ve having brain farts every time I think I want to write something.

Last night, I dog-sat my mom’s dog. I had to sleep over because the dog is a bit needy. That dog slept in the bed with me…in the center…wrapped in the blankets. So, I don’t have to say that I didn’t get any sleep. The dog gets depressed when my mom and stepdad leave. Oy!

I’ve decided to take several people up on their ideas. Or use their ideas. Or take their advice. Or whatever. I bought a microphone and will occasionally post podcasts on here. I think it’s better than the radio show because I don’t have to commit to scheduling. I felt forced with the radio show. I’m amazed by how many people have emailed me saying they miss my show. Seriously? I talked about rubbish and foolishness. Thanks to those of you who emailed me about this. It’s really flattering. I don’t know when the podcasts will appear on here, but they will.

That is all I have. The other two blogs (look over on the sidebar) are updated too. I’m going to eat a piece of this cake now. I promise to post something better tomorrow.

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Yuck

Forgive me while I die. I have a cold/flu and I feel like poo. Serious poo.

I’ve been lying around since last night. My back hurts from being horizontal. I’m not cut out for laziness. It’s so boring.

I have to get better by Saturday because I’m going to Atlantic City for the day. I’m attending the Gourmet Show’s Food & Wine Festival. I’m pretty excited. There will be some great chefs there. You all know how much I love food and wine.

Okay, I’m off to the couch for some rest. I’m having a hard time finding energy to do anything.

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Where’s my Mr. Darcy?–UPDATE

I woke up from a dream this morning that had me aroused and so deeply content, I tried to hold on to it for as long as I could. But, Stella jumped up on the bed and was meowing in my ear to be fed. It sucked to break myself off from the dream. It felt like I met my soul mate in the dream and we made love for hours. The most peaceful dream I’ve had in a long time.

This weekend I accomplished exactly what I wanted to….nothing. I hardly got dressed on Friday. I read all day and watched a few movies. I watched Pride and Prejudice, and I forgot how much I love Mr. Darcy. Oh real life Mr. Darcy, where are you? I ordered a pizza and didn’t care how busted I looked when I went to the door for the delivery man. I saw myself in the mirror that night and laughed.

Saturday, I woke up early and watched some Food Network. I worked out and decided my bathroom needed to be torn apart and cleaned. That’s what boredom does to me. I tear everything apart and realize it’s time for a new shower liner. It was a nice day, so I walked to the store. When I came back I notice something that had me so pissed, I lost my temper. All of my bulbs, daffodils/tulips, were mowed over. Mullet Man has no respect for anything. He has also moved my trashcans again. I throw the bag on my steps and move my trashcans back to where I want them. He comes around the house and says he doesn’t want them there. I tell him that’s tough shit, he doesn’t own the property and I pay to live here too. He mumbles something under his drunk breath. I yell to him that I didn’t appreciate him mowing over the bulbs when half of them hadn’t bloomed yet.

So, I’m standing there fuming and I decide to let my temper get the best of me for once. I pulled up every fucking flower in his garden (there were only 3 plants) and threw them in the trash. Fuck him. I was so mad.

Later that evening, I was in my office on the computer when I hear Inbred Nephew yelling up at my window. I didn’t even know he was there. I couldn’t understand what the drunk bastard was saying, but I had reached my limit with these assholes. I went to the window and addressed Mullet Man. I asked him that he can either get his nephew to shut up or I’m calling our landlady and/or the police. I told him I’m sick of being harassed by the inbreed. To my utter joy, they left me alone for the rest of the evening. I’m still going to mention all of this to my landlady when I go pay the rent on Tuesday. I can’t spend another summer hiding from that nephew. Not at my own house.

That was the most of my excitement yesterday. I spent the rest of the night drinking tea and watching movies. I watched Secretary and I still think that first spanking scene is fucking hot. I’d link to it, but I can’t find the clip anywhere. I have had a crush on James Spader since the 80’s. Yeah, he was hot.

Today has been another boring, lazy day. I spend the whole morning on the porch. It was a gorgeous morning. Stella was enjoying herself in the sun. I updated Coquettishly, so go there if that’s your thing. I was going through boxes yesterday during my cleaning spree and found my ex-boyfriend’s scanner (the ex that stole all of my money). I thought he took that with him. It’s a really nice scanner and I spent the morning looking online looking for a driver for it. I was successful and now I have a scanner. Now, I can share adorable pictures like the one below with you all.


My sister and the baby. How beautiful is this picture?

I have two new television obsessions. Survivorman is awesome. I can’t believe how nuts this guy is. And this next television obsession is embarrassing…it’s The Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School. I have never seen such a fucking mess in my life. Do people really behave like this? I hurt myself laughing at the women. Oh, shows like this make me feel like a goddess.

I hope you all don’t mind, but I’ve decided to write a two PayPerPost posts a week to make extra money. I’m going to find things that go along with what I usually talk about. I need to make extra money and I don’t have time or energy to get a part-time job. My current job keeps me insanely busy and up until a year ago, I worked a weekend job and I don’t want to go back to working 7 days a week. So, unless you want to send me money for being cute you’ll have to put up with a few of these posts a couple times a week.

That’s all I got for now. I hope you all had a great weekend!

UPDATE: PayPerPost has rejected my blog because I use excessive profanity. It’s funny but the others blogs that do this use the word fuck just as much as I do. Hmmm, that’s irritating. It could be a good thing they rejected me, because I was rethinking writing posts for them anyhow. I’m not sure if I want to whore this blog out like that. I suppose they made the decision for me. I wonder if they reject blogs for being excessively boring. They should.

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It will all find its way in time

I can’t believe how boring my life is at the moment. I know I have the power to change that, but to be honest I don’t feel like it. This time of year always gets to me. Look back in my archives and you’ll see. Cabin fever. I can’t wait for the spring. I can’t wait to sleep with the windows open and to spend my evenings on my porch breathing the fresh air and listening to nature.

Until then, I’m bored pissy pants. Deal with it.

It’s also been many many months since I’ve had sex and you all know how that gets to me. Especially since I went off of the birth control pill. I’m a dog in heat. And surly dog in heat. I was at the grocery store the other night and saw a lovey dovey couple and I had to fight the urge to drive my shopping cart into their smug asses. I held back though. I just put a mean look on my face and finished my shopping trip.

They say that the grocery store is one of the best places to meet single men and I’d like to know who the fuck they are and where the fuck they’re shopping. Cause all I see are couples, mothers, and other women. So, if you’re a normal, intelligent man with a good sense of humor and conversation skills living in South Jersey, can you please start grocery shopping in the early evening so that I can improve my chances of getting laid soon. It’s for the greater good. You’ll be helping the world.

Who am I kidding, I can have sex anytime I want. Any woman can. It’s an exhausting thought. Not because of all the fucking (yes, eventually that would be tiring), but because I find casual sex to be exhausting in every way possible. I suppose this is called ‘growing up’. I used to be good at the whole unemotional sex thing. It sucks.

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I was a busy bee yesterday. I did laundry and gutted my office. The office project took over two hours and required me to move some heavy furniture. One piece was a desk, which was one of the lighter pieces, that I wanted to put in my garage. I get it down my steps and across the yard, and guess who is standing right in front of my garage…..Inbred Nephew.

I haven’t seen this fucker in quite a few months and have kind of forgotten about him. If you want to know more about him, click the post label and you can read what kind of piece of shit this guy is.

I walk past him and get the garage door open without him uttering a word. As I’m walking out of the garage he steps in my way and looks me up and down. I ignore him and shut the door. I turn around to go back upstairs and he says, “I forgot how sweet your ass was.” Ew. I continued ignoring him and he says, “I’ll get you one day, mark my words.” I stop and turn to him and ask him, “Did you want me to pass that onto my dad? I’m sure he’d be very interested in someone threatening his daughter.” Inbred calls me a bitch.

He has no idea how big a bitch I can be.

I called my landlady when I got upstairs and told her that Mullet Neighbor’s nephew continues to harass and threaten me, even after I’ve told Mullet and his girlfriend. My landlady ensures me that she will have a talk with them about their guests harassing me. She says that I should feel safe in my own home and in my own yard. Damn right.

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Let’s talk about my sister and her situation. My mother spent the week with my sister to help her with the baby. I can’t remember the last time my mother spent significant time alone with my sister. It’s been years. I was happy for them to have the opportunity to bond again, as mother and daughter and also as mothers. My sister needs support and love right now.

I can hear in her voice that she hasn’t dealt with spending two months in the hospital worrying about this baby and the traumatic delivery she had with Colin. But, unfortunately I don’t think she’ll get the chance to heal because of that asshole piece of shit she calls a husband. Even with my mother there, he was a total jerk. He’s immature, insensitive, selfish, ignorant, and mean. He’s thinks everything is a joke and has no respect for anyone.

My mom said that he expected a huge meal cooked for him every night, like Sunday dinner big. He didn’t help my sister at all. He didn’t listen when he did try to help. For instance, he wouldn’t accept the fact that he needed to burp the baby after each ounce the baby drank. He tried to give the baby a Shamrock Shake from McDonald’s for fuck’s sake. My mom said she almost lost her shit on him when he did that.

What 30 year old man, who has primary custody of his other son, would give a newborn some milkshake? What a stupid, asinine, obnoxious thing to do. And then to laugh when my mom told him to get away from the baby. He thinks everything is a joke.

My mom left my sister today and Michelle (that’s my sister’s name) called me crying because she didn’t want my mom to leave. She said that she doesn’t know how long she can last with her husband. She said that if things don’t change and change soon, she’s coming home. Apparently, my mom told her that if she needed to leave Michelle could stay with my mom and stepdad until she got herself on her feet. My dad has said the same thing about her staying with him. I’ve even offered to convert my office into a nursery and let my sister move in with me, if it came to that.

I want her to leave her husband. There, I said it. I’m so worried about her being up there alone with him. I can’t even articulate accurate how scared I am. I called her friend, Hope, and asked her to keep an eye on my Michelle. I have asked my sister to call me every day. I’ve had stomach aches all day.

I spoke with my mom and she’s worried too. But, my sister is the one that needs to make the decision to leave her husband. We can’t force her to do anything. All we can do is be there for her and support whatever decision she makes.

But if he hurts her or that baby, I will hurt him in a way that he will remember every second of every day for the rest of his miserable life. I’m dead serious.

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I’ll leave you all with a moment of Debbie dorkiness. I’ve been re-reading the Harry Potter books and the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that Harry is indeed a Horcrux. The only confusing part of this is this, why would Voltemort want to kill him if Harry was a Horcrux as destroying the Horcrux destroys the piece of soul hidden in it. Hmmm, and we thought these books were simple children’s books.

And I promise to post more. I’ve gotten several emails about my lack of posting the past couple of weeks, which I find weird but whatever. As long as you all don’t mind posts about my mundane life, I’ll post more. Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a good rant. Brace yourselves.

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Grammy’s in real time. For shits and giggles. because I have nothing else to do and I’m bored out of my mind. Phew, that’s one long ass title.

• Sting is performing and I can’t stop watching his mouth. I think I came just by watching him. Hmmm.
• Loved the Dixie Chicks. Love that song.
• Beyonce’s voice hurts my ears. I like exactly 3 songs of hers and the song she just sang killed me.
• I think Fergie is very unattractive and I don’t think it’s because of nature. Sweetheart, you need to fire the person who does your makeup.
• Justine Timberlake is alright by me. He could have played that Sexy Back song, but instead he sang a good song. And he showed that he can play an instrument, which impresses me. It proves he’s not some studio creation that can just dance and look cute. I’m starting to get past the orgasm faces he makes when he sings. It used to bother me a lot. I could do without the extreme closeups. I don’t need to look up your nostrals. That’s kind of gross.
• I think Pink is sexy as hell.
• It’s Mary J’s night. I have loved her for years. Real Love was my song.
• Corinne Bailey Rae has the voice of an angel. I love her. I like John Legend too. He’s got a lovely voice, so soothing. And then they have to ruin it with John Mayer and his orgasm faces and his “I’m so sensitive, yet I’m banging Jessica Simpson….yeah, I’m so deep” ass. I’m not buying it, John. I had to turn the TV off for a minute. He needs a fucking haircut. The only good thing he ever did was appear on the Chappelle Show.
• I have never heard one song from the Pussycat Dolls. Who the fuck are they?
• John Mayer just won a fucking award. Now, we have to hear him talk. His acceptance speech should be this, “I want to thank god for making Jessica Simpson so dumb that she doesn’t realize how boring I am. I would have never gotten any of that ass otherwise.”
• Shakira is so hot, I’d fuck her. And I loved her hair like that. And Wyclef, you know I love him.
• Who put those glasses on Burt Bacharach? They should be fired.
• Gnarls Barkley is fucking awesome. I love that song. So different from most shit that’s popular now.
• The Roots should win all Rap awards.
• Mary J is the shit.
• Who knew Mandy Moore was so tall?
• Willie Nelson makes me happy.
• Who was the tool singing Hotel California? He wouldn’t have made American Idol had he tried out. What a horrible singer. Carrie Underwood did okay by Desperado, which is good because it’s one of my favorite songs.
• I like Imogen Heap, but why did she would put a houseplant in her hair? And why was she up for Best New Artist? She’s been around for a decade.
• Smokey Robinson sounds great, but his face is scaring me. Just say no to Botox. Lionel Richie is singing Hello. All I can think about when I hear that song is the video where he was stalking the blind chick who was doing a sculpter of him. As if, Lionel. Why is the 17 year old shit dressed like he’s ready to commit a felony? Chris Brown? I’ve never heard this song before or seen this kid before. He’s like a Britney, except he’s black and a boy. Other than that, just filled with this new mediocry that everyone seems to be okay with.
• Christina Aguilera just sang “It’s a Man’s World” like it was her song to begin with. James is proud of you, sweetie. This woman can sing. I don’t care what category she got lumped into when she was young. She will only get better with age.
• Mary J and Ludacris were okay. Not my favorite of the night, but what do I know? I’m on my couch in my jammies.
• James Blunt irritates me. Another man who probably cries real easy. I have a bigger dick than he does.
• What’s up with Justin and that contest winner singing one of my favorite songs, Bill Withers “Ain’t No Sunshine“. Nice. The other song was really good too. That girl did great. I would have been so nervous.
• Quentin Tarantino scares me. He looks like he would have some body parts in the freezer. He was super annoying. Poor Tony.
• Yay, Dixie Chicks.
• Anthony Kedis, thank you for growing your hair long again. Because I believe the short hair affected your music in a negative way. The Red Hot Chili Peppers are still one of the best bands around today.
• Al Gore looks tubby.
• I want to fuck Anthony Kedis. That sexy bitch.
• Sorry, I had to say that.
• Why wasn’t Tool nominated for best Rock album? Are they not rock? I know that they wouldn’t have shown up or cared, but at least they may have knocked that John Mayer cunt out of the race for that category.
• I think there are too many categories.
• Album of the Year….Dixie Chicks. I’m okay with that.

I’m going to bed. Don’t expect me to ever do this again. If I’m ever this bored, I may have to drink myself into oblivion. But I gotta work tomorrow so no drinky for me. Nothing went on this weekend. I didn’t leave the house. I slept enough to make up for the last two weeks. I needed the sleep.

Kisses.

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Sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m going to post about…

…cause I’m so friggin boring.

Let’s see…..Friday night I cooked this dinner. Finished this book (I highly recommend it). I then went to bed at 9.

Saturday was full of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, as I’m rewatching all seven seasons because I’m a first class dork. Yes, I still love that show and no, haven’t found a sufficient replacement. Heroes is sort of like my replacement for the X-Files (another show I absolutely loved). I’m in the middle of Season 2 of Buffy at the moment.

I’ve been writing a lot lately. Essays and I’ve also been working on my book (which I’m sure no one will ever read). It’s nice to be so focused at the moment. I’m sure I’ll get sidetracked soon and stop writing. I may post some of the essays to bore you all.

My friend (one that doesn’t live around here anymore) tried to set me up with her brother’s friend. She gave him my phone number (with my permission) and he called me yesterday afternoon. He seemed a bit boring, but nice. We were on the phone for about 10 minutes when I heard a noise. I stopped talking and he apologized. I asked, “Did you just fart?” and he replied, “Yeah, I mean it’s not like there are any ducks around here to blame it on.” And then he started laughing. I hung up. First phone call, 10 minutes in, farting already. I had to have a shot of vodka right at that moment. For the guys that think this is awesome…this was like going on a first date with a great girl and having her take a shit in front of you. Ruins everything.

I went to dinner last night with my dad and his girlfriend. We had over an hour wait and after 3 drinks with no food, I was hammered. I suggested several times that we should get an appetizer at the bar or something, but my dad insisted that we all wait until we get seated. I pigged out. The waiter was horrible. He came over to the table while we were eating our entres to tell us that our meals would be out in a few minutes. I looked up at him like he was retarded and he said, “Oh I didn’t realize you had your food.” We looked at him like he was nuts. The food was great and I woke this morning still full. I had a great time.

My sister has decided to stay in the hospital until she has the baby. Her husband stepped up and insisted that she stay. I’m pleasantly surprised. My mom and stepdad went to Lancaster to see her yesterday and they say that she’s very bored, but well. My mom did report that my brother-in-law, Ryan, was wearing his favorite T-shirt, which says “I love strippers”, at the hospital. Classy huh?

I’m joining the gym this week. This will start the first time in over 3 years I will be weight lifting. I used to be ripped. I’ve always been an athlete and I can’t wait to start back. I know I’ll be sore for some time, but it will be worth it. I used to be addicted to the gym. I used to go 6 days a week lifting weights AND running. I’d also do yoga twice a week. We’ll see how often I go this time. I’m going to start 4 times a week with weights and cardio. I’m going to switch up the cardio between the different machines for a while until the weather changes a bit and then it’s straight up running for cardio. I’m still planning on running the Race for the Cure in May.

I’m going to be meeting Hotdrwife and Fyrchk at the end of February in DC for dinner and I’m really excited. We’re going to have a blast. I’m taking the train in the morning and I may wander around DC for a little bit before meeting up with those two hot mamas, as I love the museums there and rarely get a chance to see them.

And now I shall stroke some people because I forgot to on Friday.

The Postman: Conan doesn’t update much, but he’s worth a visit. He’s in Ireland and he’s busy moving house. He’s got a great sense of humor and he’s fun.

The World According to the Emetic Sage: Get your dictionary, cause you may need it. I’m not sure how to describe this blog. Humor, short story, and editorials on life are what make this blog different. This isn’t a diary blog. But I enjoy the posts and think that Sage is a great writer. Even if he punks out for a few weeks and doesn’t post because he ‘quit’ blogging. Go over there and leave some comments so that he keeps writing. It’s nice to have this unique voice in the blog world. And he’s a hell of a nice guy.

the zoo that is my mind: This blog is unique in that most of the posts are mysterious and intriguing. You understand where she’s coming from without having her write the story of her life. I like that. Go over and check it out.

These Crazy Times: I love JR. She’s great. She’s got some really funny stories about growing up in a small town, as well as some harrowing tales of dating. She’s a great read. I’m hoping that she finds love and success soon. She deserves it.

This Is Not A Love Song: I like ths blog. I like her stories. I like her perspective. She’s funny and intelligent. I’m new to her blog, so I’m discovering her like you all are. Enjoy it.

And that ends this weeks stroking. There will be more on Friday.

Kisses….

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I can’t think of a title, so this is it

What have I been up to this weekend?

Hmmm…….it’s a secret……I’m gonna make you guess….

come on….guess…..

You can’t?…I don’t believe you…..try harder…

You can do it……no?….

Oh, okay I’ll tell you what I did.

NOTHING.

I need a fucking life. My friends suck ass. The married assholes that they are. All smug because they’re getting regular sex. With or without their spouses. Bastards. “We’re having a dinner party, Debbie. It’s going to be all couples. I hope you don’t mind.” You know what assholes, I didn’t mind. I put new batteries in my vibrator and had a lovely time. Oh, and I made myself a magnificent dinner. Better than anything you people will be having. I even made dessert. So there.

Pathetic. Oh, you bet your ass I am.

I’ve been ridiculously horny again. I told you all I need to have a steady boyfriend, if only for the sex. I wish I was a slut, but I’m not so I suppose I will stay horny until I find a man I like outside the bedroom. It’s all about the foreplay. And conversation and dates are just that….foreplay. Turn me on mentally and I’m putty in your hands.

I am running without pain thanks to a mineral supplement that my doctor prescribed and the two needles she gave me. She said that my one medication, the one that made me poo in the post below, is lowering my potassium levels. It doesn’t matter that I eat bananas or kiwi. I needed a supplement. I ran Thursday, Friday, and Saturday with little to no pain. And I’ve had no pain today.

I spent the majority of the day today at my mother’s working on that fucking DSL connection. I was able to install it and it’s now working perfectly. It only took me 4 hours today. I had to take my ethernet port from my old computer and put it in hers. And then I had to search for a driver because Windows sucks donkey asshole. Luckily, I brought my laptop with me so that we didn’t have to search for the driver on dial-up. The search for the driver almost popped several veins in my head, but I finally found it. Yay for me.

I almost fell asleep writing that last paragraph. Boring. Sorry about that.

Anyhow, I’m signing off now. I’ve updated Coquettishly if you’re interested. People are actually asking me questions. I love it.

Bye.

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I want to be your blowjob queen!?!

I just wanted to make sure y’all were paying attention.

There are two reasons for the above title. 1) I just posted about blowjobs on Coquettishly (god I’m a plug whore) and 2) the other day I noticed a weird site on my statcounter over at Coquettishly, so I went over to the site and noticed they took my profile picture (my kissy one featured here) and wrote under it “Does this woman have cum in her mouth?” and you know what….I do look like I have a mouthful of cum. Funny.

I did get some sleep last night, thanks to Lunesta. I was really petrified for a few hours. Luckily, I’m okay today. So far.

I made ravioli lasagna last night and it was fucking delicious. I’ve posted the recipe over at The Home Cook (plug whore) for anyone who wants to feast on this delicious meal. I think that one should feed it to their lover naked with some red wine and antipasto. Oh, wait. I don’t have a lover so I ate it fully clothed, on my couch. Hmmm, just a little bitter. I also posted a recipe for one of my favorite soups.

And that leads me to a question that’s been playing in my mind over and over again the past week…..why the fuck am I single? Honestly. Not to sound conceited because I’m certainly not perfect or even that cool, but I really don’t understand why I am single. Shall I pretend to be prissy, frigid, bad at sex, dumb, unaffected, helpless, and self-absorbed to get a man? Just curious.

I hate the Geico commercials with Mini-me and such. They make me angry and never want to look into Geico insurance ever. Couldn’t they stick with the cool gecko?

I watched the worst movie ever today, Message in a Bottle. All of that fucking buildup and then the guy dies. Listen movie people, I’m not happy about this. I watch a movie to escape reality for a few hours and not to be sad. Is it too much for a girl to ask that you give us a happy ending? I understand this is difficult if the movie is non-fiction, but this movie is a piece of fiction crap. Fucking bummer.

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Rainy days and no motivation–UPDATED

The sound of the day is ugh.

I slept very deeply last night and waking up this morning was a challenge. I managed to shower and get myself dressed. It was pissing down rain. Dark. Chilly. I got outside and notice that it’s raining sideways. Yeah. I drive to the train station, take the train to my stop, and get off at my stop to walk my million blocks in sideways rain stepping over lakes that used to be puddles. I get to work and my jacket is soaked, my jeans are soaked to mid-thigh and my shoes and socks are soaked. I’m drinking tea. I want to go home and curl up. It’s just yucky outside.

I hardly ever get political here, but I’m going to say Hallelujah to the midterm election results. Finally, a dissenting voice to this administration. I was starting to fear that we were living under a dictatorship. And that lunatic Rick Santorum lost. Nothing made me happier last night than this insane fundamentalist sexist racist woman-hating homophobic ignorant motherfucker going down. Hey Rick, I’ve heard that god doesn’t like ugly and the things you’ve said and done in his name will only ensure your place in hell. May you rot there for eternity, you hateful bastard. There is nothing christian about you. Phew, that felt good.

Sorry, I just think that man is an example of everything that is wrong with this country.

And now, enough of this political shit. I have good news. Kevin woke up last night. I dont’ know much else, but he woke up fighting because he didn’t know he was in hospital. This is wonderful, huh? Maybe all of those extra thoughts and prayers worked.

I’ve decided that I’d like to stroke the ego of y’all and write about the blogs I link to every Friday. I always find it interesting how people found me, so I’m going to talk about how I found y’all and why I love ya. I’m going in alphabetically order and will feature 3 a week. Look out for yours. This may also be a way for y’all to discover blogs that you wouldn’t have found otherwise. I’m spreading love on Friday. Because we all can use more love, huh?

I like using the word y’all.

Check back later for updates because I’m super bored today.

UPDATE: I’m still bored.

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Waiting on Sunday

I can’t believe the weekend is over. It went too fast for me. I don’t want to go back to work.

Okay, I’m done whining.

I wish I had some juicy story to tell you all. But unfortunately Johnny Depp didn’t knock on my door and sweep me off to some island for hot, dirty sex and mango eating. Nope. Instead I watched cheesy scary movies and drank tea.

I’m giving up the new blog for now (although I’m not deleting it as I may find another use for it). I found my balls and decided that I’m just going to be honest here and not give a fuck who’s reading. I’ve incorporated the posts from the other blog into this blog. Have fun reading them and know that I make no apologies.

My mom is having another reconstructive surgery tomorrow morning. She needs a bunch of scar tissue from her mastectomy removed and she’s having her other breast lifted more and the doctor is inserting a small implant. I think this is going to make her self-esteem better. Right now all she sees when she looks at herself is scars and uneven breasts.

After watching What Not to Wear all day today, I’ve realized that I haven’t been putting in the effort in my appearance that I used to. Starting tomorrow, I will be polished and ready to take on the world looking fabulous. Fuck yeah.

I’m off to take a hot bubble bath and do some grooming.

Kisses.

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