Giggles from Dallas

This is Jersey Runaway's cat Snooch! The infamous Angela I speak of from Jersey. I about busted a gut when I saw this on her postings, so I had to share with my Midwestern peoples!
I need to torment Sabastian like this somehow...he he he!

Yeah, this is the look you get right before you realize you're about to get your nose chewed off..."I have one fang, but beware!"

When you ask for a sign...

So we were driving back from a fabulous Raquy and the Cavemen concert in Indianapolis, and I was lementing the fact that I will never be that fucking cool with a drum because I spend more time dancing. Just as I was about to express my lement to my fellow passengers, I saw this big munucking sign on a gas station that said "You've Made the Right Choice!" I about died. Talk about getting immediate confirmation. I guess the Powers That Be agree that I'm a much better dancer than drummer.

Dale drummed for Il Troubadore, the opening act, and was great as ever. I always study his drum technique...he makes everything look so effortless. I had to giggle when I saw them all perform. The lute player was so large he made the lute look like a yukele. The cellist hit some of those bass notes and it just went right through me. Just gave me a big happy. The Cavemen finally hit the stage...this is the first time I've seen them Live. Raquy looks like she has muppet hands when she drums...she is just so fast...animal...animal! Wyldfyre did a glowstick staff performance to the live drumming. I can so do that! Gotta get me a new toy!!! We got to get up on the dance floor and dance to the funky african beat. Nothing like riding home in your car all sweaty from getting your major groove on. I was week in the knees...almost better than sex.

So before the show...almost forgot!
We had dinner at the Greek Isles which is scrumptious as long as the waitress doesn't set fire to you while serving their flaming cheese. OPA! I'm so glad we didn't have to perform that night as we were stuffed! Lamb chops, gyros, souvlaki...hmmm! Gabi dances there occasionally on weekends, so she got drafted into helping wait tables, but we still made it to the Cavemen show at the Radio Radio Club. Great food, amazing friends, and mindblowing entertainment...what more could you ask for!!!

Resistance is Futile

I was in the bathroom at work and went into a stall, decided not to use that stall, and went into another one. A lady asked me why I moved and I said (without thinking of course) there was a cootie borg on the toilet seat and I was afraid it would jump up my ass and try to assimilate me.

She just giggled herself into frenzy…luckily she was already on the toilet.

The weirdest shit just comes flying out of my head some days.

In Synch with the World

Fuzzy End of The Lollipop

Some days its just seems like the struggle against hormonal surges isn't worth it. People just piss me off and there's nothing you can do about it without suffering some horrible consequence that no one else would suffer if they did the exact same thing. It blows. "Its just the way they are"...bullshit! Why do I have to be the adult and always do the "mature" thing when everyone around me has the mental and emotional restraint of a four year old. "Look at the big picture"...yeah buddy look at the big picture of my ass! Ya gotta friggin tiptoe through the tulips with these assholes. Middle management sucks big fucking corporate cock!

Ah yeah blog...to have my rant immortalized and up for public view...makes the chip on my shoulder easier to bear. It's better than a shotgun...not more immediately satisfying...just better for my prison free future.

So I'm still waiting for my acceptance letter from Purdue. I took money from my 401K to pay off the bastards so I could get my registration in for next August. I want to know now so that I can gear up the BS ass kissing for these scholarship apps. Well, I don't have eight kids and an alcoholic abusive ex husband like some of last year's winners, but I'm sure I can dredge up some painful memories of my fabu experience in California six years ago to win a thousand bucks for college. Lets see...hmmm.. there was the year and a half I spent under the tyranical boot of my ex's mother who tore my self esteem and worth to shreds so she could control us into being her Symmetry sales whores. There's the whole homeless angle dragging my fat ass around with two cats who were basically all that stood between me and a razor. Oh yeah and the close shave I had with the local "family business" ...at least I still have both pinkies ...woo hoo! I must have had "Victim...please suck me dry" tattooed to my forehead since almost everyone I met wanted to fuck me one way or another. The only thing I had going for me in Cali were a few friends who managed to pull me out of the fire, but unfortunately only managed to put me back into the frying pan. Its pretty bad when a customer in a hardware store asks me about some electrical question and only after 20 seconds of searching for someone else to ask I have to run to the garden department to have a nervous breakdown under the ficus. California was a bit harsh on my noggin.

I'm much better now...twitch twitch