random stuff for today:
- i love scrubs. and i love how i'm the only person who loves all these shows that everyone i know hates. makes me feel special. short bus special, don't worry, no big head here. why do i love scrubs, well it's funny, and then there was this joke from a week ago; turk (donald faison, the back guy) is talking about his one night of the week he has to himself;
Turk: i got the apartment to myself, i come home, walk in the door and immeaditely get comfortable (pants fall to the floor)... then i take care of all my busy work... then i watch whatever's on ESPN
TV: stay tuned for more Gilmore Girls!
Turk: mother's and daughter's they speak so fast but they speak so true. (thinking) then i make some important work calls.
Turk: did you see it?
J.D.: I am so mad at Lorelai, i can't even talk right now.
hehe.
- gilmroe girls by the way, still one of the best shows on T.V. Why? some golden tidbits:
Emily: I need you to fix my wedding dress. The dress maker did a horrible job.
Lorelai: Why don't you have the woman who made the dress fix it.
Emily: Lorelai, when a woman gives birth to a crack baby you do not buy her a puppy.
(Paris in the middle of yelling at Doyle who she broke up with hours earlier, who's now sobering up and wearing Rory's overcoat from earlier)
Paris: So you could have hooked up with a really hot chick tonight?
Doyle: Yes ...
Paris: (interrupting, yelling, softly then loudly) in rhinestone buttons?! who was it Sheila E??!!
- i hate allergies.
- i love coffee.
- i found this cover song the other day by a band called "Frente!" It's a cover of Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, you know it, "everytime i see you falling, i get down on my knees and pray, i'm waiting for that final moment you'll say the words that i can't say." Get it, it's great, just a guitar and the singer, a girl, she does great with it.
- i can't stop listening to rihanna's "SOS," one, cause i love the sample of 'tainted love,' and two, the videos (two of them are out there floating around) are fucking great. and three, it's fun to dance to. i can pop and lock with the best of em. even a little krumping.
- yes i just said krumping.
Apr 19, 2006
Apr 7, 2006
Trouble loving game player
ok. so the other night i sign on to aol to check the ol' mailbox and lo and behold "what does your drink say about you?" who could resist?
for those who don't know me, i take it gin, up, bruised and dirty, three olives, on the side. put them IN my drink and it goes back. and god save your soul if you give me the itty bitty olives that are basically the retarded, red headed step child of the olive world. so there i go looking for martini's and lo and behold:
Men: This guy could go either way. If he sticks with tradition and goes for gin or vodka, he knows how to play the game. Three olives is his preference, but beware if he orders it extra dirty since that can only mean trouble ahead. If he breaks from tradition and orders a Cosmo, then he is a free spirit. His tastes may not be up to par with Mr. Olives, but he can take you on an adventure that most girls only dream of.
so apparently i'm bi (read: this guy could go either way)(thank god! that explains my facination with straight porn), i play games, and i'm big trouble.
could i get this on a bumper sticker?
for those who don't know me, i take it gin, up, bruised and dirty, three olives, on the side. put them IN my drink and it goes back. and god save your soul if you give me the itty bitty olives that are basically the retarded, red headed step child of the olive world. so there i go looking for martini's and lo and behold:
Men: This guy could go either way. If he sticks with tradition and goes for gin or vodka, he knows how to play the game. Three olives is his preference, but beware if he orders it extra dirty since that can only mean trouble ahead. If he breaks from tradition and orders a Cosmo, then he is a free spirit. His tastes may not be up to par with Mr. Olives, but he can take you on an adventure that most girls only dream of.
so apparently i'm bi (read: this guy could go either way)(thank god! that explains my facination with straight porn), i play games, and i'm big trouble.
could i get this on a bumper sticker?
Apr 6, 2006
yes ladies and gentlemen, it's that time of the month
god i hope i'm not pregnant.
oh that's right, god doesn't like butt-babies. i'm good. nevermind.
so.... shit i forgot... oh no there it is.
it's time for everyone's favorite:
random spontaneity!
- i am doing well. been pretty busy with life in general. i have been uber-productive the past two weeks and am actually amazed with myself. i stand in the mirror and just stare at the magnificence that is me.
- that last part was just a joke for those of us who are clueless.
- but i have indeed been looking at myself a lot more in the mirror lately, why you ask? i cut off all my goddamn hair that's why. it's short and cute and i look younger than i ever have! it's friggin weird looking at the new face in the mirror. i had my long hair growing out for almost 3 years, so to see myself now is still taking some getting used to.
- there's this friggin incredible little mexican place that just opened up here in Austin on SoLa. Casita Taco in the small green shopping center on the east side of lamar across from the genie car wash i think. the hubby and i went in this afternoon to get me something quick to eat. i whipped out the spanish and conversed a bit with the apparently father/son team that was working. the cook reminded me of my grandfather the moment i walked in and immediately i knew, "this is gonna be good." and lemme tell ya, i have never had rice, beans, and salsa (the mild is the best in austin) this good in austin; and the chicken quesadilla was right on. so fucking good. took me back to mexico on a saturday night for after hours/after bar/sloshed off your ass food. so fucking good. after lunch i went in to meet the guys and they couldn't of been nicer and grandpa taco can fuckin' cook! think grandma's kitchen during a bbq, that good. oh and if you're latino, this all makes sense, otherwise you're on your own.
- the ebay business is on hold for a bit. things were going great, then two weeks ago my computer crashed. six years worth of writings, pictures, programs, music, videos, school work, personal work, work work... all gone. i know i know, "why didn't you have back up?" come on people, in this day and age? with my computer skills and my perfect computer? pa-shaw. anyone who knows me knows my comp is my baby and that i'd of never done anything to mistreat or abuse my child. it's just one of those things that happens. i'm saddened, yea, but what can you do. anyways. in the process i lost all my ebay stuff. so it's all on hold till i'm done with other projects.
-i apparently am out of my funk. i've been in a funky funk for the past couple of months/years. but recently, that's all kinda changed. i'm up everyday by 8 a.m., i'm happy, and laughing and my mind is alot clearer and driven. it's weird. who knows, maybe it's just one really long pleasant LSD trip and i have no idea that it's going on.
- bush is still a fuck head. i'm sorry, but when is this guy just going to give in and resign. you couldn't give us osama, so you fabricated this war to get our minds off of who you were REALLY supposed to be after, you're popularity is the lowest of any president ever in history, you look like a baboon's diarrhea ass with mr. potato head ears, and you're wife's coochie is probably drier than the inside of paris hilton's skull, nothing but tumbleweeds and crickets. give it up, you were a loser the first four years, and the first half of the other four have sucked more dick than a manager at the chain drive.
- mela, the almighty blind one, is fucking hilarious. she never ceases to amuse. yes yes i know "why does he keep making fun of the blind and deaf dog?" understand people that i'm not making "fun" of her per se, i love her like a parent would love any child, other people may think "oh i couldn't stand to watch her walk around and not be able to see or hear" but those people don't know mela. i've been taking her to the park with asura, the other dog, and she's so incredibly brave and fearless. she doesn't know she's special. she explores and plays and has a great time no matter what. even when she's sad, she's happy and playing 2 minutes later, just "tra la la la la, i'm a dog, nothing will get me down (THUMPdoor) tra la la la la." she's amazing. the perfect dog.
- i'm fucking tired of the "army of one" commercials. they are so blatant in their propaganda that i physically cannot watch one in it's entirety. "i have to do this... it's time to be the man," "you've never shaken my hand and looked me in the eye [you must be a man now]," "what about training? ... it's the army." ug, i just threw up in my mouth a little. so, in order for fresh-face-pimple-ridden-just-graduated-from-high-school-impressionable-red-state-redneck-hick to "become a man" he has to join the army and get himself killed in a war that should never have happened in the first place, kill a couple dozen human beings because they live in a world less fortunate than others, have any number or combination of limbs blown off, shot off, mutilated, bombed, cut or amputated, or simply become a prisoner of war and have my death by firing squad or decapitation used by the other extremists on the other side of the world 1000's of miles away from my family and any of their understanding and have my death circulated on television news stations hundreds of times the world over. perfect, just how i planned to die.
- reality tv sucks (save for ANTM and Project Runway). and i haven't seen any of American Idol, but Chris Daughtry, 25 and voluntarily takes on two kids and wife, that voice, and those looks... good lord boy, you're gonna make me cum without even touching myself. oh! looks like i just did.
that is all for now. peace.
oh that's right, god doesn't like butt-babies. i'm good. nevermind.
so.... shit i forgot... oh no there it is.
it's time for everyone's favorite:
random spontaneity!
- i am doing well. been pretty busy with life in general. i have been uber-productive the past two weeks and am actually amazed with myself. i stand in the mirror and just stare at the magnificence that is me.
- that last part was just a joke for those of us who are clueless.
- but i have indeed been looking at myself a lot more in the mirror lately, why you ask? i cut off all my goddamn hair that's why. it's short and cute and i look younger than i ever have! it's friggin weird looking at the new face in the mirror. i had my long hair growing out for almost 3 years, so to see myself now is still taking some getting used to.
- there's this friggin incredible little mexican place that just opened up here in Austin on SoLa. Casita Taco in the small green shopping center on the east side of lamar across from the genie car wash i think. the hubby and i went in this afternoon to get me something quick to eat. i whipped out the spanish and conversed a bit with the apparently father/son team that was working. the cook reminded me of my grandfather the moment i walked in and immediately i knew, "this is gonna be good." and lemme tell ya, i have never had rice, beans, and salsa (the mild is the best in austin) this good in austin; and the chicken quesadilla was right on. so fucking good. took me back to mexico on a saturday night for after hours/after bar/sloshed off your ass food. so fucking good. after lunch i went in to meet the guys and they couldn't of been nicer and grandpa taco can fuckin' cook! think grandma's kitchen during a bbq, that good. oh and if you're latino, this all makes sense, otherwise you're on your own.
- the ebay business is on hold for a bit. things were going great, then two weeks ago my computer crashed. six years worth of writings, pictures, programs, music, videos, school work, personal work, work work... all gone. i know i know, "why didn't you have back up?" come on people, in this day and age? with my computer skills and my perfect computer? pa-shaw. anyone who knows me knows my comp is my baby and that i'd of never done anything to mistreat or abuse my child. it's just one of those things that happens. i'm saddened, yea, but what can you do. anyways. in the process i lost all my ebay stuff. so it's all on hold till i'm done with other projects.
-i apparently am out of my funk. i've been in a funky funk for the past couple of months/years. but recently, that's all kinda changed. i'm up everyday by 8 a.m., i'm happy, and laughing and my mind is alot clearer and driven. it's weird. who knows, maybe it's just one really long pleasant LSD trip and i have no idea that it's going on.
- bush is still a fuck head. i'm sorry, but when is this guy just going to give in and resign. you couldn't give us osama, so you fabricated this war to get our minds off of who you were REALLY supposed to be after, you're popularity is the lowest of any president ever in history, you look like a baboon's diarrhea ass with mr. potato head ears, and you're wife's coochie is probably drier than the inside of paris hilton's skull, nothing but tumbleweeds and crickets. give it up, you were a loser the first four years, and the first half of the other four have sucked more dick than a manager at the chain drive.
- mela, the almighty blind one, is fucking hilarious. she never ceases to amuse. yes yes i know "why does he keep making fun of the blind and deaf dog?" understand people that i'm not making "fun" of her per se, i love her like a parent would love any child, other people may think "oh i couldn't stand to watch her walk around and not be able to see or hear" but those people don't know mela. i've been taking her to the park with asura, the other dog, and she's so incredibly brave and fearless. she doesn't know she's special. she explores and plays and has a great time no matter what. even when she's sad, she's happy and playing 2 minutes later, just "tra la la la la, i'm a dog, nothing will get me down (THUMPdoor) tra la la la la." she's amazing. the perfect dog.
- i'm fucking tired of the "army of one" commercials. they are so blatant in their propaganda that i physically cannot watch one in it's entirety. "i have to do this... it's time to be the man," "you've never shaken my hand and looked me in the eye [you must be a man now]," "what about training? ... it's the army." ug, i just threw up in my mouth a little. so, in order for fresh-face-pimple-ridden-just-graduated-from-high-school-impressionable-red-state-redneck-hick to "become a man" he has to join the army and get himself killed in a war that should never have happened in the first place, kill a couple dozen human beings because they live in a world less fortunate than others, have any number or combination of limbs blown off, shot off, mutilated, bombed, cut or amputated, or simply become a prisoner of war and have my death by firing squad or decapitation used by the other extremists on the other side of the world 1000's of miles away from my family and any of their understanding and have my death circulated on television news stations hundreds of times the world over. perfect, just how i planned to die.
- reality tv sucks (save for ANTM and Project Runway). and i haven't seen any of American Idol, but Chris Daughtry, 25 and voluntarily takes on two kids and wife, that voice, and those looks... good lord boy, you're gonna make me cum without even touching myself. oh! looks like i just did.
that is all for now. peace.
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