Mon Dieu le flirt a été irrépressible aujourd'hui!
Les hommes viennent de la charpente avec ce nouvel avatar que j'utilise.
Peut-être je serai posé à Londres enfin - heh heh heh
Heh - just got this song by Jackyl off Limewire - "Down on Me"...
This is a GREAT song to listen to while fucking! :D
And I know too...
(I am so naughty!)
Hooray for Friends!
Are you a Joel fan:
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Ha Ha!
A new comic has crossed my internet surfing path....enjoy!
and this one:
find them at thinking-lincoln.com...
Bored. That's the new "politically correct" name for Grumpy of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves fame.
But Sleepy and Sneezy are the dwarves that I most identify with.
I find it amusing how "bored" people are when there has never been more to amuse us - ever!
Go out and take a walk nincompoop.
...and we are going again next Saturday which happens to be my birthday!
Colorado RenFest 2006
and here is a loverly picture of the spot:
and some of the SCA freaks that we will see there too:
heh - I love the RenFest!
YAY! :D
You Are a Freedom Rocker! |
You're stuck in the 70s - for better or worse Crazy hair, pot soaked clothes, and tons of groupies Your kind showed the world how to rock Is that freedom rock?... Well turn it up man! |
You Belong in Amsterdam |
I don't do much journaling per se but I do a lot of writing - just not usually about myself. I was born in the Year of the Dragon literally in the middle of the Gregorian calendar year in Hawaii. In my early years we moved a great deal and I rarely remember my father being around as he was in Naval Intelligence and a Navy S.E.A.L. He received a Bronze Star and Purple Heart, but he was killed when I was still very young. Afterwards, my mother became a free spirit and we did some spectacular traveling throughout the U.S. and Mexico.
My visions began during all the travel we did. I remember being at the Alamo at only 3 years (this was before it was restricted and people could just walk through it) and seeing strange things - like men aiming long rifles through the cracks, screaming, smoke and blood. To my mind this was real and I became frightened and stood completely still but watching. There seemed to be a cacophony of haste everywhere about me. And then… my mother yanked me back to our collective reality. This was my first real vision of an historical imprint. Since that time, I have had them whenever I go into a building with history. The most vivid and haunting was my visit to Antietam, Maryland when I was 10. If unfamiliar to you this Civil War battle claimed more than 23,000 men killed, wounded, and missing in one single day in September of 1862. I saw the ditches running red with blood down the gully and the bodies were everywhere. (Even our beloved Immortals could not do this much damage to human life in a single day, I believe. From my knowledge only humans can be this brutal by design).
My mother could never seem to find any happiness or peace no matter where we settled so, consequently, we moved constantly. I counted attendance at seven different schools between 7th grade and graduation. That is six years! I became heartily sick of moving during that time, but at each new place I was bombarded with new sensory images so the whole experience became rather blasé.
Sometimes seeing all these imprinted historical deeds can get rather old…a nice thing about being here is that my senses are getting “recharged” and my dormancy and complacency with life is at an end. I must prepare for all the visions I will have when I arrive in Scotland and travel throughout Europe. Psychometry and visions are a gift and a curse.
Aaron Spelling is DEAD!
No more insidious TV shows like "The Love Boat" or "Fantasy Island" or (thank goddess) "Beverly Hills: 90210". And that horror of a daughter - Tori. Eeewwwwww!
This is not the guy who came up with "Bewitched" or "I Dream of Jeannie" or even "I Love Lucy".
He was the one who gave us mindless drivel that actually hurt. He won't be missed...much.
In other news, about 5 MILLION OTHER PEOPLE DIED TODAY! Wow.
Including the guitarist for Kool and the Gang - he was only 57 so I suspect some hard living for that guy. Aren't musicians cool?
Cheryl Lynn Garrett -- [adjective]:Insatiable to the point of crazy 'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com |
Yep, I am learning spanish cuss words. Soon I will be able to tell people or ass goblins off in 3 - count 'em - THREE languages!
Yay.
The ass goblin does NOT have a filo culo. But he IS just a culo.
I will be adding spanish cuss words to this when I get my book out of the car...hey I had to have something to read at the orthodontist's office!
...The TCPA and the CCPA prohibits parties from using "any telephone facsimile machine, computer, or other device to send an unsolicited advertisement to a telephone facsimile machine." 47 U.S.C. § 227(b)(1)(C); C.R.S. § 6-1-607(1)(b). Pursuant to the statutes, "the term 'unsolicited advertisement' means any material advertising the commercial availability or quality of any property, goods, or services which is transmitted to any person without that person's prior express invitation or permission." Id. at § 227(a)(4); C.R.S. § 6-1-702(2)(b).
Here, Performance sent materials advertising the availability of certain educational and training services to Summitt via facsimile. Performance had Summitt's prior express invitation and permission to do so pursuant to the notes and memoranda of Performance. Therefore, the Faxes were not "unsolicited" within the meaning of the TCPA and the CCPA, and Performance is entitled to judgment as a matter of law.
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Now you know why I want to be a historian. I am SO GLAD I didn't waste my money on Law School now.
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DEAR SIR (Right away I am suspicious folks),
URGENT & CONFIDENTIAL!!!.
AFTER DUE DELIBERTION WITH MY COLLEAGUES, I HAVE THE
PLEASURE TO FORWARD TO YOU THIS MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL
PROPOSAL. WE REQUIRE A RELIABLE FOREIGN INDIVIDUAL OR
COMPANY WHO WILL ASSIST US TO RECEIVE THE SUM OF
USD$100 MILLON INTO HIS/HER BANK ACCOUNT (Look what Jerry Springer has done to our world-wide reputation! Even government workers in Africa think we are stupid...sigh...).
THIS FUND RESULTED FROM A CONTRACT WHICH OUR COMMITTEE
AWARDED IN 1999 IN COLLABORATION WITH SOME PAST
MILITARY OFFICERS. THE SAID CONTRACT WAS SUCCESSFULLY
COMPLETED AND COMMISSIONED AND THE FOREIGN CONTRACTORS
WAS PAID (SYNTAX DAMMIT!!) THE PRINCIPAL COST OF THE CONTRACT LEAVING
THE SUM USD$100 MILLION WHICH WE DELIBRATELY ADDED. (If Africa has this much fucking money lying around in the bank...what the fuck is their problem anyway? I think those little kids on the commercials - they should get some of this - not me.)
UNFORTUNATELY,AS CIVIL SERVANTS, WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO
OWN FOREIGN ACCOUNT. (They do it all the time in other countries asshead) HENCE WE ARE SEEKING YOUR ASSISTANCE. MY COLLEAGUES AND I AFTER DUE CONSIDRATION AGREED ON THE FOLLOWING SHARING RATIO;
1, 30% FOR YOU THE ACCOUNT OWNER
2, 60% FOR MYSELF AND MY COLLEAGUES.
3, 10% FOR LOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL EXPENCES THAT
MIGHT BE INCURED IN THE COURSE OF THIS TRANSACTION. (MILLIONS!!! THINK OF IT! MAYBE HE IS FOR real!!!! All mine just for getting this stupid e-mail! Wow - I knew I was lucky - but this beats it all! )
TO REDUCE YOUR CURIOSITY AND DOUBT(doubt? what doubt?), LET ME SINCERELY
INFORM YOU THAT WE OBTAINED YOUR CONTACT ADDRESS FROM
REPUTABLE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE AND INDUSTRIES (really? and with my shitty credit? that is fucking unbelievable, man....literally)AND I AM
THE GENERAL SECRETARY OF THE CONTRACT AWARD COMMITTEE
OF THE FEDERAL OIL AND GAS BOARD (FOGB) (Fucking Over Gullible Buttheads).
WE ALL HAVE PUT IN SO MANY YEARS IN SERVICE AND HAVE THUS
PATIENTLY WAITED FOR THIS GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY (provided by ME of course!). MOST
IMPORTANTLY, WE WANT TO CONCLUDE THIS TRANSACTION
BEFORE THE END OF THIS FINANCIAL YEAR. Yep, the sooner the better!!
TO FACILITATE THE TRANSFER OF THE FUND, WE SHALL
REQUIRE:
1, YOUR BANKER’S NAME,ADDRESS,ACCOUNTNUMBER,NAME
OF BENEFICIARY,FAX AND PHONE NUMBERS.
2,YOUR COMPANY’S NAME,ADDRESS,PRIVATE FAX AND
PHONE NUMBERS FOR EASY COMMUNICATION.
In this age of identity theft, I can't believe people still provide shit like this to obvious scam artists.
WITH THE ABOVE INFORMATION, WE WILL ON YOUR BEHALH SPELLING - DAMMIT USE FUCKING SPELL CHECK YOU FUCKTARD!
SEEK APPROVAL FOR THE FUND TRANSFER FROM OUR FEDERAL
MINISTRIES CONCERNED.
TAKE NOTICE THAT A HIGH LEVEL OF CONFIDENTIALITY
SHOULD BE ACCORDED THIS TRANSACTION AND EVEN A HIGHER
LEVEL OF TRUST AND HONESTY EXPECTED ON YOUR PART. (SHHHHH!!!!!! Do NOT tell the police, the FTC or your friend in the next cubicle!)
NOTE:- KINDLY REPLY THROUGH THIS EMAIL ADDRESS:- pattychim500@yahoo.com
BEST REGARDS.
DR. CHARLES DUBEM.
Can you believe this shit? How many of YOU have gotten this stupid e-mail or one like it?
Charles Dubem - should be Charles DUMB-ASS.
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Hot DAMN! That NBA Final game 5 last night was HOT!
I normally don't watch hoops much - but hey, I caught the last 15 and was mesmerized! That final free throw by Wade was so pressure filled:
Wade shoots the free throw...and SCORES!
The coaches were losing their minds about some time out fiasco - this is one helluva great match up folks. I am absolutely watching game 6. Haven't watched the NBA finals in a few years. I won't get to see much of this in Scotland - so what the hell....
Yahoo!
The funding is in place for my trip - and that is without the scholarship or grants I have applied for!
GO CHERYL!
Soon my bedroom will look like (only MUCH cooler and hippie tyed dyed stuff everywhere):
There I am again - on that list.
Hmmmm....I am not upset about it at all.
Bewildered a bit maybe.
What the Hell? I ENJOY the INFAMY! Heh heh heh.
Wonder what would happen if added George to that mix too?
I will have to think about it - the Walrus and the Dark Horse? The computer might just explode.
WHEE!
EUREKA, MO—Pope Benedict XVI returned to Rome today following a historic, three-day trip to Six Flags St. Louis, the first official papal visit to a major American theme park since Pope Paul VI's Thanksgiving Mass at Wet 'n Wild in August 1966.
Pope Benedict XVI returns from a "fucking awesome" trip on the XCalibur.
As the park opened its doors to the general public last Friday, the pope emerged from the last car of the Foghorn Leghorn National Park Railway to greet the throngs of people who had assembled hours earlier for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to pay their respects to the blessed pontiff and to vie for a seat on Superman Tower of Power, a popular free-fall ride.
The pope began his visit with a brief sermon delivered from the balcony of the Old Glory Amphitheatre, and blessed the park's many concession-stand workers who "provide sustenance for our brethren seeking to beat the heat."
"My friends in Christ, as we stand together today among this unusually large weekday crowd, I urge you and your children to exercise the twin virtues of faith and patience, for unto those who wait will come great rewards and monstrous thrills," the pontiff told those in line for the Screamin' Eagle roller coaster.
The pope was honored in a special ceremony outside the Warner Bros. Backlot, in which he was presented with a complimentary season pass, good for free entry at any Six Flags or Hurricane Harbor until August 31.
"I am pleased to announce to His Holiness, the Vicar of Christ, Pope Benedict XVI, that from this day forward, June 9 will forever be known as Pope Day at Six Flags St. Louis," said Shazam! ride-operator Gary Moynihan as he lowered the safety bar over the pope's lap and locked it into place. "Now, prepare to be scrambled!"
The pope took an aerial tour via Sky Tram to Goodtimes Square later on Friday, where he was greeted by Six Flags dignitaries Elmer Fudd, Yosemite Sam, and the Tasmanian Devil. The trio of characters went on to sign an apostolic exhortation on the role of bishops, a Vatican concordat with Six Flags St. Louis, and the pope's personal autograph book.
The pontiff also posed for an official portrait by celebrated Six Flags caricature artist Trevor Doogan. The work depicted Benedict in his robes, mitre, and Rollerblades. The pope also celebrated a special midday Mass, in which the capacity-plus crowds received communion and cotton candy.
The pope joins a Six Flags ambassador on a tour of the grounds.
Early Saturday morning, Benedict delivered a children's prayer in Looney Tunes Town, in which he urged "courage, resolve, and strength of stomach when you come face to face with the temptation of XCalibur," and stressed that they should all "honor thy mother and father, who paid the ultimate price for your $45 day pass."
"If you are a child over 54 inches tall, your covenant with fun compels you to check out Batman the Ride," the pope added.
On the third day of the papal visit, bystanders witnessed what some called a minor miracle when Benedict reunited a lost four-year-old boy with his parents. "Today, a young wayward sheep has strayed from his flock, "the pope announced over the park's P.A. system. "But by the grace of God, he has been found safe and unharmed, and can be picked up at Porky's Pavilion."
According to Vatican spokesman Joaquin Navarro-Valls, Benedict accomplished everything he set out to do during the three days, with the exception of a much-anticipated visit to Colossus, the 18-story Ferris wheel, which the Holy Father canceled at the last moment for unspecified reasons.
"This is truly a special part of the world, and my time at Six Flags brought me closer to God—particularly when I was suspended in midair at the peak of Mr. Freeze," said the pope, his hair tousled, his face and the back of his neck severely sunburned, and his long, flowing robes soaked with water from the Big Kahuna raft ride. "But there is still much more to be done, and I have a feeling that God will call me here again very soon."
Who could pass up this spectacular opportunity:
FORGET A PhD FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF ABERDEEN - I COULD BE AN APPRENTICE!
My life is now complete! Maybe I can learn how to do that comb-over?
WASHINGTON, DC—Terrorist chatter about a possible al-Qaeda attack against the U.S. deteriorated into gossip Monday, according to top federal intelligence officials. "We intercepted a phone call in which two al-Qaeda operatives were discussing plans to conduct reconnaissance missions at certain U.S. landmarks," CIA operative Tim Huber said. "But the conversation quickly devolved into a 20-minute discussion of what someone named Majida Sa'doon was doing at Kanebi Hadi Hameeb's home at sunrise." Huber added that the gossip is a "definite improvement" over the glut of small talk about recipes, children, and goats that dominated conversation at this time last year.
Two Hundred Spam E-Mails Can't Be Wrong
June 14, 2006 | Issue 42•24
When I received my first "spam" e-mail offer, I admit I was a bit skeptical. I hadn't asked for any information on refinancing my mortgage, and the rates in the e-mail seemed too good to be true. Why hadn't I heard about this great deal on TV or in the Yellow Pages?
I kept receiving these e-mails for the next few months and, over time, I started to open my mind to the idea. It occurred to me that the odds of all these unrelated people being completely full of baloney were getting smaller and smaller. Mind you, a lot of e-mails were shooting around cyberspace at the time.
I think it was the third week of constant spam e-mails that finally convinced to take the offer at face value.
When I looked closer at the deals, some natural questions started popping up. First of all, would the cash they were offering be available immediately? Would refinancing my home loan lower my monthly payments, even if I took out some cash? Would I have to wait, or could I sign up today? Luckily, as I investigated the claims, the all-caps words IMMEDIATE CASH, LOWER RATES, and TODAY assuaged my concerns.
I like to think that there's no such thing as a coincidence, and those five serendipitous words, in their bright, multi-colored fonts, only reaffirmed that for me.
I was deleting the 140th e-mail from my Bulk Mail folder when I finally hopped the fence from the "probably not" to the "probably yes" column. Because I realized that, while all these e-mails were very similar, they were all from very different people! These unrequested offers were not only legitimate, they were a legitimate sensation!
Everybody was talking about them, from Maybelline Stackpole, to pdqun zjfspdbie to Lyle Ortiz. What reason would these people, some of whom shared a first or last name with some of my closest friends, have to dupe me? And then there was this straightforward yet enigmatic little message from Crookeder C. Mnemonics:
"Monotony that search party of inlet a made concretely bellow mountain bike," it started. "Authentically double-breasted the schmooze fire engine, phony the buildup by pantry timing. Obstinacy was occasional White House domesticity."
Who could argue with that?
Finally, I visit their website to explore this amazing offer I could no longer ignore. Any bozo can send off several hundred slightly different e-mails, but it takes a real professional to make a website, so at this point, I can see that this thing is the real deal.
It was as though the mortgage refinancers could sense my growing curiosity, because they kept sending me e-mail after e-mail even though I'd never replied or shown any interest at all. They really went out of their way to treat me like a valued potential customer.
Now, I've come late to the party on a lot of trends—cargo pants, DVDs, those Star Wars movies—but I'm not going miss out on this summer's mortgage-refinancing wave. After all, why would it be such a hot topic it weren't a good, sensible bargain?
I'll never forget the e-mail that sealed the deal. It had the same subject line as usual—"re: refnance"—but when I saw the "From" address, I could not believe it. This e-mail, which had arrived in my inbox at 5:13 a.m., was from none other than "jmilton"—yours truly! How could I say no to an offer that I myself endorsed? I couldn't, and I didn't, and as soon as I buy a house I am committed to refinancing my mortgage immediately.
But it's worth pointing out that I'm not some Gullible Gus who'll jump at any offer no matter how many e-mails he's received. There are a whole range of products and services—low-cost OEM software, pills that increase the quantity and quality of my semen, hot stocks in the shipping industry, Ci4L1s—that are intriguing, but I still count myself among the unconvinced. For many of these products, I've only received 75–100 spam e-mails. These days, you have to work a little harder than that to get your hands on my Internet dollars.
This is some FUNNY SHIT:
Why Doesn't My Code Get Its Own Movie?
June 14, 2006 | Issue 42•24
by Samuel F. B. Morse
I have finally received an answer to the first-ever city-to-city telegraphic transmission that I sent back in 1844, "What hath God wrought?" Apparently, it's "A fragrant pile of oxshit called The Da Vinci Code."
Why the movie-going public would choose to see a blasphemous fairy tale about Mr. and Mrs. Jesus Christ is beyond me. My code—a real one, mind you—packs enough excitement for one summertime blockbuster and a whole series of sequels and promotional merchandise. To overlook it is an outrage!
What are the show-businessmen thinking, passing me over like this? I have repeatedly telegraphed my agent, but have yet to hear back from him. Don't they realize the Morse Code revolutionized communication, transformed commerce, facilitated the expansion of the American West, and forever altered the way humans looked at their world in ways The Da Vinci Code only wished it could?
The action scenes, based to the letter on real-life events, would be unparalleled. In one "electrifying" sequence, my code is used to wire the princely sum of $35 from Schenectady, New York, to a deserving tradesman in distant Weehawken, New Jersey, for services rendered. Unbeknownst to the remitters, however, a windstorm the previous night severely damaged several telegraph poles just outside the city limits. Will the poles be mended in time for the wired monies to go through? Or will the transaction fail and the tradesman be forced to borrow money from his stingy and grudge-bearing brother-in-law? Such gripping suspense would be The Morse Code's stock-in-trade.
To inject some of the fairer sex, we could splice in a scene at a Lowell, Massachusetts textiles factory, with racy telegraphed descriptions of bodices ripping on those great churning looms.
In another sequence, a Chicago newspaper receives a dispatch via telegraph that Congress has passed a wheat tariff just five minutes before deadline. Will it be able to report the news in time for the afternoon edition to hit the streets? Or will its rival publication beat it out, incurring ridicule and possible economic ramifications for the newspaper? Watch The Morse Code and find out!
Of course, what is a movie without memorable catchphrases? The best ones would come during the film's climax, when the lonely western fort is besieged by angry redskins. The telegraph operator taps out this breathless message:
Upon hearing the fateful clicks, the operator in far-off St. Louis relays the heart-wrenching response:
I guarantee that this exchange, which is not for the lily-livered, will become an instant classic, signaling on telegraphs across the U.S.
My Morse Code movie would not contain a single second of Vatican voodoo, but rather pure, up-to-the-minute Industrial Age action: close-ups of furious telegraphed correspondences between two steamboat captains; fingers of concerned parties intensely "tapping the tin" on locomotives and suspension bridges; telegraphers discussing the wonder of cotton gins, Mr. McCormick's reaper, Mr. Bessemer's converter, and all kinds of high-tech hardware.
And might I propose to the picture-house promoters that those under 12 years of age be supplied with special decoders before every screening, so they can follow all the dialogue?
Also, for comedy relief, there could be a minstrel show.
I think I have sufficiently made my case for a Morse Code movie, and eagerly await Hollywood's response. Surely my code deserves more than a lousy five-second appearance during Great Civil War Gadgetry on the History Channel.
Hell, they gave that damned crystal skull a whole half hour, and that's not even about history.
© Copyright 2006, Onion, Inc. All rights reserved.The Onion is not intended for readers under 18 years of age.
This picture is in honor of Miz latest Journal entry:
"I hate Nazis - especially Illinois Nazis*"
*could be changed to Dominars in your case Miz!
One Banana,
Two Banana,
Three Banana Fun
Four Bananas playing in the bright sun
I gave the guys the eye
I've given lust a try
I'm just an average girl
From the neck on down
I used to have my fun
When all was said and done
I only wanted someone
From the neck on down
Maybe it's one too many mornings after or
Maybe I'm sick of my own nervous laughter
Now I'm looking for heaven
From the neck on up
For a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
I was a typical woman
I had a master plan
I thought that heaven began
From the waist on down
And I had always said
That I could use my head
But I was thinking instead
From the waist on down
Maybe it's one too many frozen shoulders or
Maybe I havent noticed getting older
Trapped in a dream
Something has to change in this endless stream
Of ships that pass in the night
Is this what I want out of life?
I want to know what this game is about
I want someone to try and figure me out
I can't determine why
But Im a different girl
Your modus operandi
Turned me inside out
It's not that I don't care
About your fine hardware
But youve got something else there
I cant figure out
Maybe I just can't finish what I've started or
Maybe its simply that I've been outsmarted
Now I've found my heaven
From the neck on up
Youre a perfect eleven
From the neck on up
Neck on Up by Utopia
Janeane Garofolo in "Mystery Men" cracks me up.
That movie was awesome!
Hmmmm....top three female profiles changed and there I am. I am baffled to be honest...especially after getting a "1" yesterday from ass goblin's "friend".
Strange things are afoot at the Circle K, my friends....
I bet it doesn't last long... (EDIT: I was right - it didn't last long at all...see next statement...but now I am on that list again...still see next statement:)
meh - who cares? :D
Still I feel a little pride...I mean who wouldn't, eh? I guess it could be compared to Ron and Hermione getting to be prefects. That is a sort of similar emotion I think.
Every evening (minus a few times here and there when stuff happens) Lauren and I take a walk around the nice hilly paths in Golden.
As we walk down the 23 degree inclined street to the base road to turn on to the walking path we come across this area that is just saturated with pinecones. It reminds me of a level in Super Mario Bros. "Pinecone Land" or something equally innocuous sounding but highly lethal if you step in the wrong place! And remember we are going down a hill at around 23 degrees...sorta kinda steep.
Dodging pinecones - what a past time and a great workout too! Now all I need is the tinny background noise...do do do da do do! Doot!
I am SICK of seeing his smarmy face!! He thinks he is good looking but he is just .... eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
I want to vomit when I see ass-goblin's face.
Wow - what a great day!
Dropped Lauren off at her barista job and went to my brother's and sister-in-law's house to do some laundry and help Barbara out with the yard. And of course to see my beautiful niece, Natasha too! My how she has grown. She is pulling herself up and taking a few steps even. Her nine-month anniversary is June 15 (dob 9/15/2005) and she is just adorable. (gushing auntie sounds!)
I helped Barb with the yard and had a blast. I mean it is so much fun to get out and play in the dirt - as much fun as it used to be when I five. I remember one time we were in Texas and these fire ants bit my brother (who was a toddler at the time) so my cousin Johnny and I got up at like 5 am, took shovels to dig up the ant hills and we pounded the hell out of the ants with our shovels when they "swarmed". Ah, those were the days....
I have always had a love for outdoors that persists to this day. I really enjoy camping and not out of a fucking winnebago or camper either. I like a tent and a sleeping bag and lots of blankets...
So today was a great day! I got to play in the dirt and have fun.
Did you like the Diamond Dave incarnation of Van Halen?
or did you like them as well with Sammy?
Sometimes I like older but then I liked Sammy because he climbed up in to rafters and shit during concerts...what a fun dude.
"RIGHT NOW...I wish I were watching ass-goblin take a whiz on an electric fence!"
If you haven't seen Zoolander by now - where the hell have you been anyway?
More people should support N.O.R.M.L.
For chrissakes it's a plant! Some people just need to get over themselves. Honestly, people!
It’s the time of the season
When love runs high
In this time
Give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured hands
To take you in this time to
Promised lands -
To show you everyone
It’s the time of the season for loving.
What’s your name?
Who’s your daddy?
Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time – to show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly (tell you why)
I really want to know
It’s the time of the season for loving.
Flashlight!
Neon Light!
Anyone else remember this song by GEORGE CLINTON and PARLIMENT?
If you want to be an artist - be a musician!
Remember Michael Palin in "A Fish Called Wanda?"...
"REVENGE!!!!"
And Kevin Kline standing in the cement saying "K-k-k-ken is C-c-c-coming to k-k-k-kill me!" ?
I am so Micahel Palin in that scene - totally underrated until the ass gets run over....
BWA-HA-HA-HA!
W.E.B.A. is WOMEN EXPLOITED BY ASSHOLES. This was a "club" of sorts I started in college with my other girlfriends and it seems appropriate to create a chapter here in VR. There are only a few men that qualify as ASSHOLES here - but I now know of at least 14 that were exploited by one particular ass here on this site alone.
Be strong women. We will drive the nasty out with any luck. Its like having a booger that won't blow out no matter what. Still, eventually it goes away. WE MAY NEED TO PICK IT OUT - EWWWW!
GRRR...car troubles. Sold the Camaro I had in 2004 (thank god) just before gas went through the roof here (that was a long time coming honestly). So we have relied for the past year and half on Lauren's Geo Metro. Yes it is a P.O.S. Yes it isn't "pretty" like the sports cars I have owned - but it gets freaking 45 mpg in the city so is a great car!
It needs a new coolant belt so Lauren has it in the shop getting fixed. Yippee. I told her the squealing sound when it started, was NOT good and to have it checked out. She didn't. So yesterday the belt snapped while she was doing a little jaunt up to my mother's house, which is 45 miles away. Say it with me friends - SMART! Hey, she plans to be a doctor - so can pay someone to be a mechanic. But she seriously better either keep me around or marry a man who is mechanically inclined if she wants to keep her vehicles of the future (whatever magic carpets men come up with might be) or not get ripped off by the mechanics who work on her vehicle.
So things can return to normal now.... I am letting certain "other" issues go - because, frankly my dear I don't give a damn about a guy whose goal in life is to look like an asshole jackass skater fuck.
Define Normal though.
STALKER? CRAZY?
I am NO stalker...and if you thought so you uncouth classless asswipe then there was NO NEED for you to message me back ever - no NEED for you to POUT when I DISSED you and NO NEED to write shit about me in your journal! You are just mad that you got busted and that women here know you are an ass goblin.
So I am leaving for Scotland soon. My time is almost done here with less than eight weeks left in the apartment and just at twelve before I leave the country. My daughter is going to be a sophomore at Mines so must stay in Golden...she was looking in March and April for a place. She is okay with getting her own place because Lauren is one of the few registered Native Americans I know - meaning she gets a monthly stipend check for the rest of her life just because she is a registered Native American.
We thought it would be a stellar idea if she could just stay here (it isn't that bad of an apartment - I am just not used to "downsizing" my life) and have a roommate.
Well, not only is she going to do that; it is going to be two guy friends of hers. I have met them - they are total geeks. Harmless. Squids...Jelly Fish...remember the old school SNL sketch with the Lupners - (Oh TODD!! screams Gilda to Bill Murray - the Noogie man)? Remember when Jane Curtain (Mrs. Lupner) would say that Mr. Lupner had been born without a spine? That describes these two guys to a "T.” I mean, come ON - they are two geeky sophomore engineering students going to Mines and have been friends with Lauren since High School.
But my parents are a bit "concerned.” Give me a break. If anything, these two will be a "buffer" for her and like having brothers.
So this morning she is like "What should I tell Grammy and Granddad so they won't think there is anything weird going on, Mom?"
My response: "Tell them Nick and Tony are gay."
Hey, it worked for Jack Tripper.*
*A character on Three's Company for the 1970's challenged.
The true individual is no more concerned over what others may think of him or her than is the sun troubled by people complaining that it's too hot!
Did you know that 17% of all statistics are made up on the spot about 41% of the time?
Sahahria and I were talking last night on the chat and I said I should start a thread called "Describe the First Time you were Disillusioned."
Seriously, I have been thrown for a loop so many times. None of the fairy tale princess promises that were made to me when I was born were ever fulfilled. My silver cup and spoon mocks me - in my total disillusionment for all things that this life was supposed to represent and how it was snatched out of a little girls hands like a toy on a hot July California day.
Then to have my virginity stolen the same way at 15 - what a horror that was.
To have a husband that brutalized me.
The only hope I have ever had in humanity was brought as a gift from my daughter.
I have a cynical hope that someone out there is a decent loving kind fun sarcastic silly and playful man.
Hysteria / Def Leppard / Album: Hysteria, 1988
Out of touch, out of reach
You could try to get closer to me
I'm in love, I'm in deep yeah
Hypnotized, I'm takin' to my knees
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
I get hysterical, hysteria can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin',
better start believin'
'cause it's a miracle
Hysteria when you're near
Out of me, into you yeah
You can hide it's just a one way street
I believe I'm in you yeah
Open wide, that's right, and dream me off my feet and believe in me
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
I get hysterical, hysteria can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin',
better start believin'
'cause it's a miracle
Hysteria when you're near
There is one to whom these words could so easily apply...one day we will meet and then the world will change for both of us I think...and I am not talking about here...although he is certainly welcome to try.
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Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz... Seriously, I thought I would get something like "AssMan" or "The Spleen". Spidey is fucking RAD! I so rule! |
Find someone (Batman) who is drooling to start a physical relationship.
Doesn't get any better than this!
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Listen folks - I have stayed celibate for over two years for a reason!
I hate sex and I hate love and I hate Superman.
I need my Bats...waiting for my Bats!!!
SQUEE!!
(Spiderman can also bite me...)
About Me Personality Quiz | |
What is your name?: | Cheryl |
How old are you?: | nun ya |
When is your Birthday?: | July 1 |
What is your zodiac sign?: | Cancer/Dragon |
Where were you born?: | Honolulu, Hawaii |
Where do you live now?: | Golden, Colorado |
What color eyes do you have?: | Hazel |
What color hair do you have?: | Very Dark Auburn |
How tall are you?: | 5'8" |
How much do you weigh? (Be Honest Ladies): | 153 |
What is your race?: | Caucasian |
What is your worst fear?: | Confined spaces |
Do you smoke?: | no |
Do you drink?: | very little |
Do you cuss?: | yep |
Do you use drugs?: | what kind? |
Have you ever or will you ever steal?: | I shoplifted once - once... |
Are you dependable and/or trustworthy?: | More than I wish I were |
Do you play in a band or play an instrument?: | I play guitar, sing and can tickle the keys |
Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?: | only my ears are pierced |
If you had a favorite serial killer who would it be?: | The Zodiac |
Do you suffer from depression disorder?: | no |
If you had a choice about how you wanted to die what would it be?: | in my sleep as an old lady |
Have you ever tried to commit suicide?: | why is this question here? I am no emo |
Have you ever purposely caused harm to yourself or someone else?: | who hasn't? |
What subculture do you belong too?: | Hippies/Surfers/Stoners |
Are you evil?: | how the hell would I know? |
Do you believe that you can be possesed?: | not me - maybe some weak ass dumbfuck |
Are you a paranoid person?: | are you watching me? |
Do you ever get jealous of somebody else?: | Not really - there are plenty of them out there |
Are you obsessive and/or compulsive?: | no |
Are you a violent person?: | HELL NO |
Do you take your anger out on other people?: | only by yelling sometimes |
Do you blame other people for your mistakes?: | nope - I avoid other people |
What is your favorite game?: | Hockey / Legend of Zelda |
What is your favorite movie?: | Star Wars: The Phantom Menace |
Who is your favorite band?: | Yes |
What is your favorite song?: | Yours Is No Disgrace |
What kind of books and/or magazines do you read?: | History/Fantasy/Comics/Horror |
What is your favorite color?: | Purple & Green |
What is your favorite food?: | Mexican |
What is your favorite drink?: | Water |
Do you own a pari of converse?: | pari? what's a pari? |
Do you own a pair of dickies?: | wish I HAD a pair of dickies to service my every need |
Would you ever kill yourself or someone else?: | only if provoked or they tried to kill me |
Are you a virgin?: | BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA...I am a MOTHER - what do you think? |
Are you kinky?: | Not really |
Do you like biting?: | Love it |
Do you masturbate?: | who doesn't (If they say they don't they are lying) |
Do you watch pornography?: | not usually |
Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color?: | just blonde |
Have you ever shaved your head in a socially unacceptable way?: | hell no |
Are you hyper active person?: | no |
Are you religious?: | spiritual - not religious |
Do you have any self inflicted scars?: | no....what a stupid ass question |
Does pain turn you on?: | no - do asswipes take this survey? |
Do you stand for originality and creativity?: | Of course |
Do you like meeting new people?: | depends on where I am |
What do you like most about life?: | Partying and having fun |
What do you dislike most about life?: | Asswipe fuckwits and actors being treated like they are special |
Do you believe in love at first fright?: | nope - lust yes - love no |
Have you ever pierced a body part yourself?: | only my ear and I had to have a friend help me |
Have you ever had to beg for dinner money?: | not for dinner but for gas money once |
Do you own a car?: | not any more - sold it for a trip to Scotland |
Have you been to jail, yet?: | yep - one night only |
Are your clothes held together with safety pins?: | some of them |
Do you have actual scars from punk rock shows?: | no |
Have you ever vomit while making out?: | ha ha - once, the poor guy |
Have you held a job for less than a day?: | no |
Do you own more than two pair of jeans?: | yes |
Have you ever had to fuck stuff up for no good reason?: | of course! |
Have you ever been kicked out of your parents house?: | no |
Have you ever been fired from your job because of your attitude?: | almost all of them |
Does the world piss you off?: | yes |
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