Goodbye Terri

I just found out that Terri Schiavo passed away a few hours ago. I don't even know what to say.

News Alert!

What's most interesting is the questions they chose to ask in order to determine my normality.

You Are 70% Normal (Really Normal)

Otherwise known as the normal amount of normal You're like most people most of the time But you've got those quirks that make you endearing You're unique, yes... but not frighteningly so!

How Normal Are You?

Karma Chameleon

I just have to get this off my chest. The other day, I was rolling... in my five point oh with my ragtop down so my hair can blow. I was humming to myself, I was saying "mmmbop badoodendot ba doo bop." I decided it was too hot in thurr so I busted a move to Beachfront Avenue. I looked over and I was all, "watch that girl! See that girl! She's a dancin' queen!" And she waved at me and was all, "I'm just livin' la vida loca, ya mee?" I nodded and laid me some rubber on dat asphalt.

Than I remembered! Shit, he told me three times, and I still forgot to do it. He told me very specifically: "wake me up before you go-go." I turned that mother out and headed back to the crib. I tried to explain it to him when I got there. I kissed him gently on the lips, and whispered while I rocked my hips, "oops. I did it again." He said, "don't pay that shit no mind babygirl, it's aaall riiight. It's all just... dust in the wind. All it is is dust in the wind." I felt so much better after that. I said, "baby, are you sure?" He replied, "my heart will go on and on." I decided to take two steps, just two steps, Mister, two steps towards the door. Then I glanced at my reflection, the wo-man in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty damned bitchin'. I was having a Hot Pants Flare-Up. That's some mighty Good Stuff, I thought to myself. You can't touch this.

I'm just way too sexy. For my hat. Whatchu think about that?

Bette Davis

Okay who else loves Bette Davis? I like how she wasn't afraid of getting ugly, down, or dirty if a role called for it, back when nobody else was willing to shed the false lashes. Not to mention she was always so ballzy.

I dig a woman who has no fear and tells men where they stand. I'm like that myself, but I find myself surrounded by puny little whiny-bitches that have no bitch in them whatsoever. I couldn't live like that. So I'm grateful to watch the occasional strong, smartmouthed bitch- of course one that still remains a good person. I'm not talking about the hardened whore style of bitch that wears too much eyeliner.

Oooh and while I'm sounding dykish, who also loves The L Word? I rented the first disc of season 1 and I'm hooked. I'm all about the one with the aviator glasses.

My Dog Keeps Farting

Is it just me, or is the most honesty you'll ever get about how you are dressed or how you look is from the mouth of a gay man? Seriously. They throw the truth out there, good or bad, if you ask them to.

I seem to trust their opinions more. About most things, actually. Is that weird?

Amen, brother. Amen.

"When one buys some of my artwork I hope it is because they will wish to learn from it and not because they think it will match their drapes."
--Christian Cardell Corbet

Sizzle

Who, would you say, is the sexiest man and woman alive? In one of my classes yesterday we were all talking bullshit and someone started that topic. It's amazing how some seriously fuhgly people are considered hot. I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Because I'm telling you, Jennifer Garner is BFU, and I'm not at all into Matt LeBlanc. I mean, come on.

I used to say Angelina and Colin Ferrell. Or maybe Jude Law. I think I'm swayable, because my opinion seems to change a lot on this topic. Mainly because I can not fine someone attractive if they think they are hot. I mean, it totally zeroes out my hot-o-meter. Cockiness is disgusting. So if I think someone is do-able and then I hear a single smug thing or some smug attitude, [insert bomb-drop sound here] their hotness goes right out the window. Ya mee?

Slingshot

What do you guys thing about Michael Jackson? Other than the obvious about his surgery decisions, of course.

Do you think he's guilty? I just don't know how to feel. I know that it's impossible for him to have a fair shake given his status, and he's an easy target these days, especially for someone who needs money or wants attention. And I feel like he doesn't know reality from his own secluded world. That makes it easier for him to do inappropriate stuff and not realize how wrong it is. But if he did it, he deserves to be punished, regardless.

But did he do it?

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huuuuhhhuhh. That's the sound of all the breath flowing out of my lungs as I sit here in quasi depression. It's a rainy foggy day and everything seems so farking quiet. I just want to sleep but I have all this stoopid crap to do. But instead of doing it I just keep hitting "next blog" over and over. Speaking of that, man some people are seriously f-ed up. I love the funny bloggers, though, that give me a moment of laughter that, in today's case, breaks the silence around here. Hopefully everyone on the block can hear my cackle.

Ever have the urge to blog about incredibly personal experiences? I do. I'm fighting the urge. Jaws clamped.

Fighting

the

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Do It [Take Your Mama Out All Night]

Can you tell that's a link? Anyway. Man I can NOT get that song out of my head! What is this phenomenon? Why does it happen? At least it's not "How Bizarre," which was in my head the entire year I was 17. Ish. And that song SUCKED.

Massive headache. Not sure what's going on. I've had it for days. Thought it was caffein withdrawals, but this afternoon's fix of delicious Pepsi Cola proves that theory to be bunk. (Bunk? I don't know.)

So can someone tell me why my profile always says the same thing? It never changes. "Three recent entries..." etc. etc. etc. It's driving me nuts. I do believe that since November I've put in a few more words than 245. Uh, yeah.

Something I discovered that frightens me: Guys with long fingernails. Girls, are you with me on this? I mean, EW. And guys don't know how to keep them up, so they're all yellow and curled and dirty. *ding* Time for a subject change.

What does the statement "And How!" mean, exactly? I get that it's an affirmative comment, sort of. Anyway.

Totally disappointed with The Cure's store. I thought to myself, "self, when that Cure store opens, it's going to be full of rockin' shirts and other miscellaneous desirable paraphernalia." But no. Only a limited amout of almost desirable paraphernalia. Not that this takes away from The Cure's total rule over all things earthly or otherwise.

Can I borrow your lipstick?