This is a quote from CSI from last night: "I knew she wanted to party...how girls act sometimes like they don't want what they want because they want you to take it they like that."
The really sad thing is that some guys really think like that.
So, I rarely watch CSI anymore. I got so sick of taping it (while watching Supernatural) and then going back and watching it. But the previews this week (I watch CBS on Sunday nights, so I get the previews) looked really good, so I taped it. It didn't do anything for me. So, I guess I'm done watching CSI, it kinda sucks, but it doesn't really bother me. That's how I know I really don't mind, now if I missed it, then I'd care.
Friday, March 30, 2007
We're from the country
OK, so as most of y'all know, cars turn me on. Not any old kind of car, but those really sweet ones that you have to watch as they go by. Mostly the muscle cars from the years between 1960 and 1970. I was watching a clip on MSN today where there was an auction on these sorts of cars, OMG. I also love going to car shows and looking at them. Also, I gotta include the pickup trucks, most any kind will do it for me, except the tiny ones, you gotta show me a nice full sized truck. And of course, motorcycles (not crotchrockets), though not as much. If you're really interested, check out the rides on this site.
So, what's it mean (and is it bad) that cars turn me on more often than guys? Any advice people.
So, what's it mean (and is it bad) that cars turn me on more often than guys? Any advice people.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
And the crowd goes wild
And the insensitivity award goes to.....
My mother (Surprise). So, she comes up to look at the sink and vanity, and complains about there being a gap between the sink and the wall (I don't have a problem with it) and then she proceeds to complain about the floor and how it needs to be cleaned, yadda yadda yadda. Now is it possible that she could come upstairs and not say a fucking word about my lifestyle?
I got an email today that made me cry.
My mother (Surprise). So, she comes up to look at the sink and vanity, and complains about there being a gap between the sink and the wall (I don't have a problem with it) and then she proceeds to complain about the floor and how it needs to be cleaned, yadda yadda yadda. Now is it possible that she could come upstairs and not say a fucking word about my lifestyle?
I got an email today that made me cry.
Chartreuse paint
Sorry, didn't know it had been three days since I last posted (which isn't a long time, except that you must consider I pretty much update every day). I'm not quite sure what I have done since I last posted.
I have been going on my 2 mi (+ or - ) walk each day, I didn't take it today because the electricians were supposed to come and look at my bathroom fan. I haven't seen them. Meaning I won't be taking it tomorrow.
Cross your fingers and hold your breath, hopefully by this time tomorrow my bathroom will be completel finished. They finally got the vanity in, so the carpenter set it up today, and the plumber attached the water. So, I have a sink. Tomorrow, the carpenter's supposed to come back and put up the medicine cabinet, finish my towel cubby, stick trim up, and attach the tp holder and some towel holders. I'm excited. Not that you can tell, my mom will probably tell me tonight, "You should be more excited" Sorry, mom, but I don't show my emotions, not even the happy ones.
I'll post pics tomorrow, so you can see everything finished. Oops, forgot, I won't have a bathroom mirror, we're taking care of that ourselves, and mom doesn't have time to go look at mirrors until Monday morning, plus we're thinking about getting some kind of towel rack/cabinet to hang above the toilet for more storage, and we don't have that yet. And, some day, I'm supposed to get a new door. But, I'm excited because I'll be able to do all my morning crap in the bathroom, rather than in the kitchen, and the bathroom.
I have been going on my 2 mi (+ or - ) walk each day, I didn't take it today because the electricians were supposed to come and look at my bathroom fan. I haven't seen them. Meaning I won't be taking it tomorrow.
Cross your fingers and hold your breath, hopefully by this time tomorrow my bathroom will be completel finished. They finally got the vanity in, so the carpenter set it up today, and the plumber attached the water. So, I have a sink. Tomorrow, the carpenter's supposed to come back and put up the medicine cabinet, finish my towel cubby, stick trim up, and attach the tp holder and some towel holders. I'm excited. Not that you can tell, my mom will probably tell me tonight, "You should be more excited" Sorry, mom, but I don't show my emotions, not even the happy ones.
I'll post pics tomorrow, so you can see everything finished. Oops, forgot, I won't have a bathroom mirror, we're taking care of that ourselves, and mom doesn't have time to go look at mirrors until Monday morning, plus we're thinking about getting some kind of towel rack/cabinet to hang above the toilet for more storage, and we don't have that yet. And, some day, I'm supposed to get a new door. But, I'm excited because I'll be able to do all my morning crap in the bathroom, rather than in the kitchen, and the bathroom.
Monday, March 26, 2007
What do you want?
That's a loaded question.
I got an email with that as the subject line, here's the answer Mr. Whitlock:
I want to have a job that I don't have to worry about money, now that doesn't mean I want one that's six-figured, though it wouldn't be bad, just one that gives me enough to live off of each month.
I don't want to be worried about my money. Like now I don't even have $500 in the bank, so I have to decide how to spend it. Rent will be due next week, my electric bill will be due soon after that. In a month my parents are doubling my rent. I know this is very bad, and my situation's probably not this bad, but I think it is, but I don't have money to spend on food right now. I'm eating cookies (some from the funddrive this weekend, some already paid for girlscout cookies), chips, cereal, and McD's cinnamon things as meals. I can't really afford to take $$$ out of the bank for my food budget. I'm gonna be listing some movies on eBay later, hoping to get money out of that.
I want to spend my time having fun now. I'm young, I hate that I don't have a job, but I hate it even more that I have to spend my time looking for one. I'd rather have one and know when my free time is to do stuff.
I want a guy. I'm so damn sick of being single. I've never had a boyfriend, in the 23 years of my life I've never had one. I've been in love and never told the guy. I've had and still have many crushes. I just want someone to spend time with, to take me on a bike ride, to cuddle in my living room with as we watch movies, to go with me on my walks.
I want a new tattoo. I don't want to worry what my parents will do if I get another one. I love tattoos, I consider them a part of me (to which my mom replies, if that were so, you'd have been born with them).
I want my parents to back the fuck off. I'm so sick of my mom telling me to do this and that, and to do shit that she doesn't want to do.
I want my bathroom to be done. I still don't have a sink (supposedly it's been on back order for over a month). I don't have storage in my bathroom. I don't have a sink near a mirror. I don't have a place to hang up towels. I can't even really decorate until I get the vanity and other shit, so I don't have to worry about work guys in my apt to do something else in the bathroom.
I want to live off my art. I want to do that as my job, but I don't know how to. I know my shit is pretty damn good, (some of you know I've won awards for it). I know lots of my friends feel its good.
I want to be happy.
I want that moment when everything clicks and you know what's going to happen, and that everything will be fine for the rest of your life.
What do you want?
I got an email with that as the subject line, here's the answer Mr. Whitlock:
I want to have a job that I don't have to worry about money, now that doesn't mean I want one that's six-figured, though it wouldn't be bad, just one that gives me enough to live off of each month.
I don't want to be worried about my money. Like now I don't even have $500 in the bank, so I have to decide how to spend it. Rent will be due next week, my electric bill will be due soon after that. In a month my parents are doubling my rent. I know this is very bad, and my situation's probably not this bad, but I think it is, but I don't have money to spend on food right now. I'm eating cookies (some from the funddrive this weekend, some already paid for girlscout cookies), chips, cereal, and McD's cinnamon things as meals. I can't really afford to take $$$ out of the bank for my food budget. I'm gonna be listing some movies on eBay later, hoping to get money out of that.
I want to spend my time having fun now. I'm young, I hate that I don't have a job, but I hate it even more that I have to spend my time looking for one. I'd rather have one and know when my free time is to do stuff.
I want a guy. I'm so damn sick of being single. I've never had a boyfriend, in the 23 years of my life I've never had one. I've been in love and never told the guy. I've had and still have many crushes. I just want someone to spend time with, to take me on a bike ride, to cuddle in my living room with as we watch movies, to go with me on my walks.
I want a new tattoo. I don't want to worry what my parents will do if I get another one. I love tattoos, I consider them a part of me (to which my mom replies, if that were so, you'd have been born with them).
I want my parents to back the fuck off. I'm so sick of my mom telling me to do this and that, and to do shit that she doesn't want to do.
I want my bathroom to be done. I still don't have a sink (supposedly it's been on back order for over a month). I don't have storage in my bathroom. I don't have a sink near a mirror. I don't have a place to hang up towels. I can't even really decorate until I get the vanity and other shit, so I don't have to worry about work guys in my apt to do something else in the bathroom.
I want to live off my art. I want to do that as my job, but I don't know how to. I know my shit is pretty damn good, (some of you know I've won awards for it). I know lots of my friends feel its good.
I want to be happy.
I want that moment when everything clicks and you know what's going to happen, and that everything will be fine for the rest of your life.
What do you want?
To the jackass...
That was riding their Harley this morning at 3:42. Hello?!? Normal people are trying to sleep. I've got a pretty good idea of who you are, guessing where the roar was coming from, but since I didn't get out of bed and look, I'm not totally sure. But it's the wee hours of the morning, could try to maybe give a damn about other people in the world? Or would that be too much to ask from you.
And the next time it happens, you can bet to hell, I'm sticking my head out the window and swearing at you, not like you'll be able to hear it over your Harley, but you can bet I'll still be yelling at you.
And the next time it happens, you can bet to hell, I'm sticking my head out the window and swearing at you, not like you'll be able to hear it over your Harley, but you can bet I'll still be yelling at you.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
More fun with movie quotes
Let's see if anyone knows these
This is stupid. Go cool off, get laid, do something, come back when you're ready to talk....Yeah, but it really doesn't matter if I do does it, 'cause you got a whole crop already lined up you fuckin' chicken hawk!...Excuse me?...You prey on people Cam. I lost three years of my life for your fuckin' phony cause, but I'm onto you now you fuckin' snake.
So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature.
You just hit a squad car!...It's okay, I know the guy. He's a jerk.
Bullshit! You've stolen this house!...How the fuck can you steal a house?
Are you driving with your eyes open? Or you like using "the force"?
What the hell is that for?...After the shootout at the club, I figured I needed more firepower....Man, we gotta talk, seriously. Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
What are you doing?...I've been wanting to wear this for a long time, Sarge....What are you, nuts? Jesus Christ! We gotta talk! What the hell is that?...You can never have too much firepower.
Fuck Rambo!
You got a fifty dollar bill?...I've got a wife and three kids. I haven't seen a fifty in twelve years.
You got a fifty dollar bill?...When do I get it back?...Man, just gimme fifty dollars!
Ya see, me and the Lord have an understanding.
You don't like it?...No I don't like it...Car's got a lot of pickup....It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?...Fix the cigarette lighter.
You were outside, I was inside. You were supposed to keep in touch with the band. I kept asking you if we were gonna play again....What was I gonna do? Take away your only hope? Take away the very thing that kept you going in there? I took the liberty of bullshitting you....You lied to me....Wasn't lies, it was just... bullshit.
First you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me about the band. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!...They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses....Hit it.
And how are you gonna get to work Mr Lead Foot, Mr Hot Rod, Mr Motor Head? Those cops took your license away. They got your name, your address....No they don't got my address. I falsified my renewal. I put 1060 West Addison....1060 West Addison? That's Wrigley Field.
Don't you say a fucking word.
Do you guys know 'Minnie the Moocher'?...I once knew a hooker named Minnie Mazola!
What's your take?...They'll see the truth....The truth? I thought we were talking about a court of law. Come on, you've been around long enough to know that a courtroom isn't a place to look for the truth.
Now the single greatest liability a lawyer can have is pride. Pride... Pride has lost more cases than lousy evidence, idiot witnesses and a hanging judge all put together. There is absolutely no place in a courtroom for pride.
Watch out for the weirdos, girls....We are the weirdos, mister.
You're just jealous!...Jealous? Jealous? You don't even *exist* to me! You don't exist! You are nothing! You are *shit*! You don't exist. The only way you know how to treat women is by treating them like whores! Well, you're the whore! And this is gonna stop! Do you understand! Do you understand what I'm saying? Hmm?
What's wrong with her?...Her spell's not working....What spell?...I dunno... I think she doesn't wanna be white trash anymore, or something... And I told her, like, "You're white, honey. Just deal with it."
Well of course you can't reach him. He's off saving the rain forest, or recycling his sandals or some shit.
Put... the bunny... back... in the... box.
Johnny, can you fly?...No....You keep that in mind, cause if your dick jumps out of your pants, you jump off this plane!
Somehow they managed to get every creep and freak in the universe on this one plane. Then managed to let them take it over and stick us right smack in the middle.
Define irony: a bunch of idiots dancing around on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.
Beverly Hills. The most beautiful women in the world. Plastic surgery. What do these three things have in common? Me, in less than a week.
"When to call me, you've been stabbed, shot, poisoned, separated from an appendage, knocked or beaten unconscious, run over by a tractor mower, or generally about to bleed to death. Otherwise, leave me alone"
You'd think they'd build the parking lot of America to go with the Mall of America!
I don't eat shellfish. Mom always says, "Don't ever eat nothin' that can carry its house around with it. Who knows the last time it's been cleaned." She should know.
The swan ate my baby, the swan ate my baby!
They're not scared of you. They're scared of what you represent to 'em....Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut....Oh, no. What you represent to them is freedom....What the hell is wrong with freedom? That's what it's all about....Oh, yeah, that's right. That's what's it's all about, all right. But talkin' about it and bein' it, that's two different things. I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. Of course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free, 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin' and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh, yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom. But they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em....Well, it don't make 'em runnin' scared....No, it makes 'em dangerous.
No, I mean it, you've got a nice place. It's not every man that can live off the land, you know. You do your own thing in your own time. You should be proud.
I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food.
To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.
Now it's my turn. I'm thinking of something dark and mysterious. It's a fish we don't know. If we ask it directions, it could ingest us and spit out our bones....What is it with men and asking for directions?...I don't want to play the gender card right now. You want to play a card, let's play the "let's not die" card.
Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you've gotta do?...No I don't wanna know....Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim.
Tell me, Dory, do you see anything?...Yeah, I see a light....A light?...Yeah. I see a light....Yeah, I see it too....Hey conscience, am I dead?...No, no. I see it, too....It's so *pretty*....I'm feeling... happy, and that's a big deal... for me....I want to touch it...Oh!...Hey, come back. Come on back here. I'm gonna get you....Come here....I'm gonna swim with you...I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you....I'm gonna be your best friend...Good feelings gone.
Can't you feel its pain?
The approach to Sioux Gateway Airport, under normal circumstances, is a pilot's delight. You cross the Missouri River, pass the tip of South Dakota. Nebraska's on your right. On your left, the farmlands of Iowa. As you get closer to the airport, in the fields between the runways, they grow soybeans and corn. It's in one of these cornfields that our story begins...
How did it feel to save that boy?...God saved that boy, I just CARRIED him.
Here ya go, sweetheart, poke 'em with this.
What is this? Aluminum?...Shit doesn't even spin.
Hey, kid! No running in the halls!
Out-of-town shooters. That's what I said. I remember hearing myself saying, "Out-of-town shooters." You know what? You don't pay a ho to fuck you. You pay her to leave. What you pay out-of-town shooters to do? You pay them to get the hell back out of town. That's why I asked for out-of-town shooters. What'd I get? In-town shooters. Someone decided to hire in-town shooters. You know what else I got for my money? In-town police. In-town trouble. Who's got to get in the ring with me on this?
What's the plan, B?...We're wingin' it, J....We're always wingin' it....We're gonna get killed....What'cha mean WE, white boy?
You look good in a dress....You would have looked better.
Never send a boy to do a woman's job.
I don't play well with others.
God gave men brains larger than dogs' so they wouldn't hump women's legs at cocktail parties.
Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven computers in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page New York Times August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black man.
Give me the whip....Throw me the idol. No time to argue. Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip....Give me the whip.
Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here....That's what scares me.
You're not the man I knew ten years ago....It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.
The Ark. If it is there, at Tanis, then it is something that man was not meant to disturb. Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth.
Be ready for me. I'm going after that truck....How?...I don't know, I'm making this up as I go.
The Ark of the Covenant, the chest that the Hebrews used to carry around the Ten Commandments....What, you mean THE Ten Commandments?...Yes, the actual Ten Commandments, the original stone tablets that Moses brought down from Mt. Horeb and smashed, if you believe in that sort of thing...
Hang on lady, we go for ride....Oh... my... God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Is he nuts?...He no nuts, he's crazy!
Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains.
Yes, I own them all.
This is stupid. Go cool off, get laid, do something, come back when you're ready to talk....Yeah, but it really doesn't matter if I do does it, 'cause you got a whole crop already lined up you fuckin' chicken hawk!...Excuse me?...You prey on people Cam. I lost three years of my life for your fuckin' phony cause, but I'm onto you now you fuckin' snake.
So I guess this is where I tell you what I learned - my conclusion, right? Well, my conclusion is: Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.
We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature.
You just hit a squad car!...It's okay, I know the guy. He's a jerk.
Bullshit! You've stolen this house!...How the fuck can you steal a house?
Are you driving with your eyes open? Or you like using "the force"?
What the hell is that for?...After the shootout at the club, I figured I needed more firepower....Man, we gotta talk, seriously. Who do you think you are, Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
What are you doing?...I've been wanting to wear this for a long time, Sarge....What are you, nuts? Jesus Christ! We gotta talk! What the hell is that?...You can never have too much firepower.
Fuck Rambo!
You got a fifty dollar bill?...I've got a wife and three kids. I haven't seen a fifty in twelve years.
You got a fifty dollar bill?...When do I get it back?...Man, just gimme fifty dollars!
Ya see, me and the Lord have an understanding.
You don't like it?...No I don't like it...Car's got a lot of pickup....It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?...Fix the cigarette lighter.
You were outside, I was inside. You were supposed to keep in touch with the band. I kept asking you if we were gonna play again....What was I gonna do? Take away your only hope? Take away the very thing that kept you going in there? I took the liberty of bullshitting you....You lied to me....Wasn't lies, it was just... bullshit.
First you traded the Cadillac in for a microphone. Then you lied to me about the band. And now you're gonna put me right back in the joint!...They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses....Hit it.
And how are you gonna get to work Mr Lead Foot, Mr Hot Rod, Mr Motor Head? Those cops took your license away. They got your name, your address....No they don't got my address. I falsified my renewal. I put 1060 West Addison....1060 West Addison? That's Wrigley Field.
Don't you say a fucking word.
Do you guys know 'Minnie the Moocher'?...I once knew a hooker named Minnie Mazola!
What's your take?...They'll see the truth....The truth? I thought we were talking about a court of law. Come on, you've been around long enough to know that a courtroom isn't a place to look for the truth.
Now the single greatest liability a lawyer can have is pride. Pride... Pride has lost more cases than lousy evidence, idiot witnesses and a hanging judge all put together. There is absolutely no place in a courtroom for pride.
Watch out for the weirdos, girls....We are the weirdos, mister.
You're just jealous!...Jealous? Jealous? You don't even *exist* to me! You don't exist! You are nothing! You are *shit*! You don't exist. The only way you know how to treat women is by treating them like whores! Well, you're the whore! And this is gonna stop! Do you understand! Do you understand what I'm saying? Hmm?
What's wrong with her?...Her spell's not working....What spell?...I dunno... I think she doesn't wanna be white trash anymore, or something... And I told her, like, "You're white, honey. Just deal with it."
Well of course you can't reach him. He's off saving the rain forest, or recycling his sandals or some shit.
Put... the bunny... back... in the... box.
Johnny, can you fly?...No....You keep that in mind, cause if your dick jumps out of your pants, you jump off this plane!
Somehow they managed to get every creep and freak in the universe on this one plane. Then managed to let them take it over and stick us right smack in the middle.
Define irony: a bunch of idiots dancing around on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.
Beverly Hills. The most beautiful women in the world. Plastic surgery. What do these three things have in common? Me, in less than a week.
"When to call me, you've been stabbed, shot, poisoned, separated from an appendage, knocked or beaten unconscious, run over by a tractor mower, or generally about to bleed to death. Otherwise, leave me alone"
You'd think they'd build the parking lot of America to go with the Mall of America!
I don't eat shellfish. Mom always says, "Don't ever eat nothin' that can carry its house around with it. Who knows the last time it's been cleaned." She should know.
The swan ate my baby, the swan ate my baby!
They're not scared of you. They're scared of what you represent to 'em....Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut....Oh, no. What you represent to them is freedom....What the hell is wrong with freedom? That's what it's all about....Oh, yeah, that's right. That's what's it's all about, all right. But talkin' about it and bein' it, that's two different things. I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. Of course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free, 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin' and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh, yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom. But they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em....Well, it don't make 'em runnin' scared....No, it makes 'em dangerous.
No, I mean it, you've got a nice place. It's not every man that can live off the land, you know. You do your own thing in your own time. You should be proud.
I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food.
To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.
Now it's my turn. I'm thinking of something dark and mysterious. It's a fish we don't know. If we ask it directions, it could ingest us and spit out our bones....What is it with men and asking for directions?...I don't want to play the gender card right now. You want to play a card, let's play the "let's not die" card.
Hey there, Mr. Grumpy Gills. When life gets you down do you wanna know what you've gotta do?...No I don't wanna know....Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim, swim.
Tell me, Dory, do you see anything?...Yeah, I see a light....A light?...Yeah. I see a light....Yeah, I see it too....Hey conscience, am I dead?...No, no. I see it, too....It's so *pretty*....I'm feeling... happy, and that's a big deal... for me....I want to touch it...Oh!...Hey, come back. Come on back here. I'm gonna get you....Come here....I'm gonna swim with you...I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you....I'm gonna be your best friend...Good feelings gone.
Can't you feel its pain?
The approach to Sioux Gateway Airport, under normal circumstances, is a pilot's delight. You cross the Missouri River, pass the tip of South Dakota. Nebraska's on your right. On your left, the farmlands of Iowa. As you get closer to the airport, in the fields between the runways, they grow soybeans and corn. It's in one of these cornfields that our story begins...
How did it feel to save that boy?...God saved that boy, I just CARRIED him.
Here ya go, sweetheart, poke 'em with this.
What is this? Aluminum?...Shit doesn't even spin.
Hey, kid! No running in the halls!
Out-of-town shooters. That's what I said. I remember hearing myself saying, "Out-of-town shooters." You know what? You don't pay a ho to fuck you. You pay her to leave. What you pay out-of-town shooters to do? You pay them to get the hell back out of town. That's why I asked for out-of-town shooters. What'd I get? In-town shooters. Someone decided to hire in-town shooters. You know what else I got for my money? In-town police. In-town trouble. Who's got to get in the ring with me on this?
What's the plan, B?...We're wingin' it, J....We're always wingin' it....We're gonna get killed....What'cha mean WE, white boy?
You look good in a dress....You would have looked better.
Never send a boy to do a woman's job.
I don't play well with others.
God gave men brains larger than dogs' so they wouldn't hump women's legs at cocktail parties.
Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven computers in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page New York Times August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black man.
Give me the whip....Throw me the idol. No time to argue. Throw me idol, I'll throw you the whip....Give me the whip.
Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here....That's what scares me.
You're not the man I knew ten years ago....It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.
The Ark. If it is there, at Tanis, then it is something that man was not meant to disturb. Death has always surrounded it. It is not of this earth.
Be ready for me. I'm going after that truck....How?...I don't know, I'm making this up as I go.
The Ark of the Covenant, the chest that the Hebrews used to carry around the Ten Commandments....What, you mean THE Ten Commandments?...Yes, the actual Ten Commandments, the original stone tablets that Moses brought down from Mt. Horeb and smashed, if you believe in that sort of thing...
Hang on lady, we go for ride....Oh... my... God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Is he nuts?...He no nuts, he's crazy!
Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains.
Yes, I own them all.
its the good life
Alright, I’m a little slow, I’m finally getting around to watching last week’s cops.
Boston, MA—Officer Richard Withington
I love these accents, almost as much as I love Jersey accents. I love the fact that they have “cahs” Wow, three cars of backup in a matter of minutes, and the cute ones rarely come with names L
Las Vegas, NV—Officer Garth Findley
Wow, this chick is flying off her rocker, just cause you’re pissed, it’s not a good idea to get all pissed and yell at the cops when they’re talking to you. And then she blames her warrants on her boyfriend, she’s got a few warrants and she says she knows nothing about it and somehow its his fault
Boise, ID—
Oooh, they have the nice lights on their cars. OK, maybe the other people did too and I just didn’t notice, I’m bummed cause my guys switched to the high powered light bars, and I like the individual lights instead.
Now why would you hide underneath the front of the truck and think they won’t see you? Especially since they’re supposedly looking for a dog.
“Officer Mathis, you’re lying” Yeah cause the cop has a good reason to lie. I have to agree, Goddess, he does have a great attitude.
Brevard County, FL—Deputy Greg Richter, Deputy Justin Gould
I feel sorry for the cops everytime. It sucks that they have to go swimming in this pond just to get the idiot out. “I ain’t done nothing wrong” The cops don’t usually come over and chat with you for no reason. You know how many times I’ve tried to get a cop to talk with me for no reason? Ya have to do something to attract their attention
Palm Beach County, FL—Deputy Mark Lanier,
Palm Springs, CA—Officer Anthony Pilutik
And this week's:
Las Vegas, NV—Sgt. John Faulis, Officer John-Andrew Cook
“When you see 15 cops come up, I run”
But they forgot to name Officer Jeff. I don’t remember his last name but he was in a cops episode where there was an accident and the daughter was hiding pills in her sock, then she dumped them on the street. And the mom was all upset, saying how she was gonna hurt her kid when the cops were done with her.
Boise, ID—Officer Dan Barber, Officer Casey Hancuff,
Las Vegas, NV—
Who offers someone they met in a bar a place to live. Especially since that person in the bar is living in a shelter, shouldn’t you be spending your money on something else than beer if you live in a shelter? I love it, “As long as we both get arrested, I’m fine with that” And then the lady (the guy’s arrested for domestic battery), “Can I bail him out?” Unfortunately, that’s a classic story. Sadly, but true.
OMG, that witness is scary looking. All that shit stuck through his face, and shitloads of tats. Now I like ink, don’t get me wrong there, but I like ink that flows together, none of this shit on your neck, on your head, and just random stuff stuck together on your arms.
Riverside County, CA—
Deputy Hibbler’s talking about the drug arrests he’s done, and he mentions the excuse I love “Oh, these pants aren’t mine” It’s even more funny when people think the cops are gonna believe that excuse.
I’m paranoid too, but I don’t run when I see the cops. I kinda glare at them, hoping they’ll stop and chat with me, unfortunately it doesn’t work, maybe I should try the running thing…
I find it funny I had the same reaction the cop did when they found the gun. Deputy Hibbler was looking for dope that the guy dropped and he finds a gun instead, my reaction: even better. The other deputy’s reaction: sweet
Palm Beach County, FL—Deputy Harry Thomas
Riverside County, CA—
FOX said the 2nd ep was a rerun, but I don’t remember watching this episode.
I love how the K9 handler explains what the dog did.
Last week's award:
Officer Garth Findley 
Sgt. John Faulis
Sounds I love—sirens (unless theirs a shitload of them), the reving of the engine when cops accelerate to go to calls, the click of the handcuffs when they’re put on, and radio chatter.
It’s coming. There’s a show coming on FOX called Drive, about a car race. I can’t wait to see the first ep to see if its any good
Ooooh, I saw a commercial for some movie called Grindhouse, I’m not quite sure what it’s about, but the cars are GORGEOUS
So, this weekend was the first weekend of the year, and I heard 5 fire calls within 3 hours last night. You’d think people could just behave, oops no that would be expecting too much of them. I know cops like getting action, but I almost feel sorry for them with the first few nights of warm weather when people go a little nuts.
Last night I went to a public radio funddrive where I answered phones for about 3 hours. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember, it usually promises a night of good food, company and fun. Unfortunately this time, not so much of that happened. The food wasn't that great. The company turned out to be someone I've been trying to avoid for awhile.
I went to HS with this girl, and I didn't like her then and well, I still don't like her. She has a tendency to be loud among other things, but stick that in a tiny room with 8 people at least one of them always on a phone, it doesn't work. And she had on shorts last night, which is fine, if you shave, but her legs looked like hairy guy legs it was gross.
Boston, MA—Officer Richard Withington
I love these accents, almost as much as I love Jersey accents. I love the fact that they have “cahs” Wow, three cars of backup in a matter of minutes, and the cute ones rarely come with names L
Las Vegas, NV—Officer Garth Findley
Wow, this chick is flying off her rocker, just cause you’re pissed, it’s not a good idea to get all pissed and yell at the cops when they’re talking to you. And then she blames her warrants on her boyfriend, she’s got a few warrants and she says she knows nothing about it and somehow its his fault
Boise, ID—
Oooh, they have the nice lights on their cars. OK, maybe the other people did too and I just didn’t notice, I’m bummed cause my guys switched to the high powered light bars, and I like the individual lights instead.
Now why would you hide underneath the front of the truck and think they won’t see you? Especially since they’re supposedly looking for a dog.
“Officer Mathis, you’re lying” Yeah cause the cop has a good reason to lie. I have to agree, Goddess, he does have a great attitude.
Brevard County, FL—Deputy Greg Richter, Deputy Justin Gould
I feel sorry for the cops everytime. It sucks that they have to go swimming in this pond just to get the idiot out. “I ain’t done nothing wrong” The cops don’t usually come over and chat with you for no reason. You know how many times I’ve tried to get a cop to talk with me for no reason? Ya have to do something to attract their attention
Palm Beach County, FL—Deputy Mark Lanier,
Palm Springs, CA—Officer Anthony Pilutik
And this week's:
Las Vegas, NV—Sgt. John Faulis, Officer John-Andrew Cook
“When you see 15 cops come up, I run”
But they forgot to name Officer Jeff. I don’t remember his last name but he was in a cops episode where there was an accident and the daughter was hiding pills in her sock, then she dumped them on the street. And the mom was all upset, saying how she was gonna hurt her kid when the cops were done with her.
Boise, ID—Officer Dan Barber, Officer Casey Hancuff,
Las Vegas, NV—
Who offers someone they met in a bar a place to live. Especially since that person in the bar is living in a shelter, shouldn’t you be spending your money on something else than beer if you live in a shelter? I love it, “As long as we both get arrested, I’m fine with that” And then the lady (the guy’s arrested for domestic battery), “Can I bail him out?” Unfortunately, that’s a classic story. Sadly, but true.
OMG, that witness is scary looking. All that shit stuck through his face, and shitloads of tats. Now I like ink, don’t get me wrong there, but I like ink that flows together, none of this shit on your neck, on your head, and just random stuff stuck together on your arms.
Riverside County, CA—
Deputy Hibbler’s talking about the drug arrests he’s done, and he mentions the excuse I love “Oh, these pants aren’t mine” It’s even more funny when people think the cops are gonna believe that excuse.
I’m paranoid too, but I don’t run when I see the cops. I kinda glare at them, hoping they’ll stop and chat with me, unfortunately it doesn’t work, maybe I should try the running thing…
I find it funny I had the same reaction the cop did when they found the gun. Deputy Hibbler was looking for dope that the guy dropped and he finds a gun instead, my reaction: even better. The other deputy’s reaction: sweet
Palm Beach County, FL—Deputy Harry Thomas
Riverside County, CA—
FOX said the 2nd ep was a rerun, but I don’t remember watching this episode.
I love how the K9 handler explains what the dog did.
Last week's award:
Officer Garth FindleyLas Vegas, NV PD
This week's statuette:
Sgt. John FaulisLas Vegas, NV PD
Sounds I love—sirens (unless theirs a shitload of them), the reving of the engine when cops accelerate to go to calls, the click of the handcuffs when they’re put on, and radio chatter.
It’s coming. There’s a show coming on FOX called Drive, about a car race. I can’t wait to see the first ep to see if its any good
Ooooh, I saw a commercial for some movie called Grindhouse, I’m not quite sure what it’s about, but the cars are GORGEOUS
So, this weekend was the first weekend of the year, and I heard 5 fire calls within 3 hours last night. You’d think people could just behave, oops no that would be expecting too much of them. I know cops like getting action, but I almost feel sorry for them with the first few nights of warm weather when people go a little nuts.
Last night I went to a public radio funddrive where I answered phones for about 3 hours. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember, it usually promises a night of good food, company and fun. Unfortunately this time, not so much of that happened. The food wasn't that great. The company turned out to be someone I've been trying to avoid for awhile.
I went to HS with this girl, and I didn't like her then and well, I still don't like her. She has a tendency to be loud among other things, but stick that in a tiny room with 8 people at least one of them always on a phone, it doesn't work. And she had on shorts last night, which is fine, if you shave, but her legs looked like hairy guy legs it was gross.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Sorry guys
So, you all know that Goddess and I chat frequently, what you may not know is that I met her through the cops.com chat forum. I've heard lately that it may be permanently shut down, and I feel sorry for the people who have managed to stay on it. It used to be a great chat site. Used to be, there was this chick on there (I actually posted this on my MSN site) that welcomed me when I first started using it 2 yrs in May, and we got to be ok chat buddies online. Well I said something to someone else through an AIM conversation, which he apparently told her about, I guess people don't know what not to share with other people, and obviously can't figure out humor online. And we had a falling out. And I have a tendency to run my mouth a little, but I am not ashamed of anything I posted on that chat site, well this chick (who is in cahoots with the moderator) complained about me a few times and got me booted.
Like I said above, I've heard this chat forum may be shutting down permanently, and that's sad, but if it does, I wouldn't be surprised if this chick has a hand in it. So, to all of you who still chat on this forum, I'm sorry. But, I'm glad I'm not around now for the drama I've heard is going on on there. It used to be a great place to ask cops questions and get good answers. So, if you don't know any cops personally and you have a question you could get a nice answer. But then they started threads that were just chat threads, which weren't bad, but then these threads, someone would say something and get someone else all riled up, and then a full out argument would get going and the moderator would delete the whole thread.
That's kinda how I got booted, funny thing is, no one else had a problem with it other than this chick. Other funny thing, a couple people I chatted with believed this chick didn't have anything to do with me getting booted, because she didn't tell them. She was one of those people that would tell the whole board if she got a cop-basher kicked off. So, I guess she wasn't so proud of getting me kicked off, one of those people that unconditionally supports the cops, because I pissed her off. Hell I wouldn't have said anything about it either.
Like I said above, I've heard this chat forum may be shutting down permanently, and that's sad, but if it does, I wouldn't be surprised if this chick has a hand in it. So, to all of you who still chat on this forum, I'm sorry. But, I'm glad I'm not around now for the drama I've heard is going on on there. It used to be a great place to ask cops questions and get good answers. So, if you don't know any cops personally and you have a question you could get a nice answer. But then they started threads that were just chat threads, which weren't bad, but then these threads, someone would say something and get someone else all riled up, and then a full out argument would get going and the moderator would delete the whole thread.
That's kinda how I got booted, funny thing is, no one else had a problem with it other than this chick. Other funny thing, a couple people I chatted with believed this chick didn't have anything to do with me getting booted, because she didn't tell them. She was one of those people that would tell the whole board if she got a cop-basher kicked off. So, I guess she wasn't so proud of getting me kicked off, one of those people that unconditionally supports the cops, because I pissed her off. Hell I wouldn't have said anything about it either.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Sittin on a new tattoo
UGH. I have a list of shit I'm supposed to do today, but George showed up (I knew he was coming, and he's right on time), and today coupled with whatever else is going on in my body, the cramps are more annoying than usual, course if he's gonna be normal, they'll be gone by lunch and I can do some of my shit (cross your fingers). Notice I'm up early (ok, you can't really tell, but I was up at 7:30, early for me without my alarm), that would be because of George, how I hate what he makes me do. Maybe he'll leave early.
Oh, something I saw on a commercial the other day. This search engine, goodsearch.com, will donate money to a charity of your choice. It's like every other search engine, it's powered by Yahoo!. It's free, and "every time you search the Internet at GoodSearch.com, your charity or school earns money" So, check it out.
Oh, something I saw on a commercial the other day. This search engine, goodsearch.com, will donate money to a charity of your choice. It's like every other search engine, it's powered by Yahoo!. It's free, and "every time you search the Internet at GoodSearch.com, your charity or school earns money" So, check it out.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Hello my readers
I just want to say Hi to one of my readers: This person is in Rockford, IL. This is only cause I have an inkling of who you might be, but I'd love a confirmation. As mentioned above, you don't have to create an account, you can be anon, but please leave your name at the bottom. It would be most appreciated.
Happy Spring
So, because Goddess has been raving on how good Google Reader is, and because Bloglines has been very bad on telling me Goddess updated, I decided to try out viewing her blog on Google Reader today. Bloglines told me Goddess updated 3 times today, since last Sat, course when I clicked on her blog, it gives me everything she posted since the 17th, I didn't exactly count how many posts there were but it was more than 3. So, I guess I'll see if Google's any better.
I'm not holding my breath on getting that job I interviewed for yesterday. When I sent my cover letter/resume to the business it was listed as a bookeeper in the paper, well I got an email from him saying that there was a misprint and it was more of "booking, answering phones, and general duties around the office", I'm thinking more of a secretarial job. But, when I get in there yesterday, he said he was looking for someone with more accounting experience and who knew Quickbooks, of course I replied that I had taken a couple accounting classes. One other question (ok two) that he asked me that I've never been asked were: What do I like to do on my days off, and What is my dream job. My mom said he wanted to know more of what kind of person I was. I find that weird, why do you care, as long as I'm doing my work at work and not getting distracted should it really matter? And if you want to know my answers, ask and I will post them in tomorrow's post.
So, I'm a little worried about my health, ok not so worried that I plan to go to the dr, because we all know why I don't like them (ya gotta scroll down to my comment). But Tuesday night (as I posted a tiny bit about), I woke up to excruiciating pain in my abdominal region (how scientific/professional does that sound) with sweats and cold spells, I was almost compelled to call my parents/or the hospital, but I don't have the money, and I don't like dr's (as I stated above). And of course today, it's all gone. Course that seems to be the story of my life, have some kind of annoying health problem that gets in the way and then in a couple days its gone. And with the health freak I am. Or healthless freak, considering the most healthy thing I've eaten lately would be the milk with my cereal. And that's very abnormal for me, I rearly eat cereal like you're supposed to with milk in a bowl, I'm more of the type to get a box and eat it in handfuls while watching something. I don't think I've drank anything that wasn't pop in god knows when.
Speaking of cereal, I have a few commercials to complain about. First of all the new Burger King commercial about the breakfast menu. I don't mind how they're changing the bad habits fo the guys getting food at a convenience store and out of a vending machine, but when they take a guy away from his breakfast cereal that bothers me. Cause you're supposed to sit down with cereal in the morning.
Another one would be Cover Girl, I was watching TV the other day and they said a girl without make up is boring. Like we really need someone else to tell young girls that they need makeup to make them more exciting.
The other one, I'm not really complaining, just commenting on. It was some weightloss commercial, and the lady was saying how she lost 20 inches (around her waist) in 20 weeks, I was thinking, if I lost 20 inches, I'd only be 4 inches. That would be a little wrong.
Ooo, if any of you have time, got to Yahoo! and watch Johnny Cash's video for God's Gonna Cut You Down, and see if you can name all the people featured in it.
I'm not holding my breath on getting that job I interviewed for yesterday. When I sent my cover letter/resume to the business it was listed as a bookeeper in the paper, well I got an email from him saying that there was a misprint and it was more of "booking, answering phones, and general duties around the office", I'm thinking more of a secretarial job. But, when I get in there yesterday, he said he was looking for someone with more accounting experience and who knew Quickbooks, of course I replied that I had taken a couple accounting classes. One other question (ok two) that he asked me that I've never been asked were: What do I like to do on my days off, and What is my dream job. My mom said he wanted to know more of what kind of person I was. I find that weird, why do you care, as long as I'm doing my work at work and not getting distracted should it really matter? And if you want to know my answers, ask and I will post them in tomorrow's post.
So, I'm a little worried about my health, ok not so worried that I plan to go to the dr, because we all know why I don't like them (ya gotta scroll down to my comment). But Tuesday night (as I posted a tiny bit about), I woke up to excruiciating pain in my abdominal region (how scientific/professional does that sound) with sweats and cold spells, I was almost compelled to call my parents/or the hospital, but I don't have the money, and I don't like dr's (as I stated above). And of course today, it's all gone. Course that seems to be the story of my life, have some kind of annoying health problem that gets in the way and then in a couple days its gone. And with the health freak I am. Or healthless freak, considering the most healthy thing I've eaten lately would be the milk with my cereal. And that's very abnormal for me, I rearly eat cereal like you're supposed to with milk in a bowl, I'm more of the type to get a box and eat it in handfuls while watching something. I don't think I've drank anything that wasn't pop in god knows when.
Speaking of cereal, I have a few commercials to complain about. First of all the new Burger King commercial about the breakfast menu. I don't mind how they're changing the bad habits fo the guys getting food at a convenience store and out of a vending machine, but when they take a guy away from his breakfast cereal that bothers me. Cause you're supposed to sit down with cereal in the morning.
Another one would be Cover Girl, I was watching TV the other day and they said a girl without make up is boring. Like we really need someone else to tell young girls that they need makeup to make them more exciting.
The other one, I'm not really complaining, just commenting on. It was some weightloss commercial, and the lady was saying how she lost 20 inches (around her waist) in 20 weeks, I was thinking, if I lost 20 inches, I'd only be 4 inches. That would be a little wrong.
Ooo, if any of you have time, got to Yahoo! and watch Johnny Cash's video for God's Gonna Cut You Down, and see if you can name all the people featured in it.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
You can run on for a long time
Rain, thunder, lightning, cramps, sweating, freezing. None of this made my night any easier to sleep through. Esp when the painful abdominal cramps wake me up from sleep and make it so I can't really get back to sleep.
I had the best dream last night. I fell asleep thinking of a gorgeous picture. I was on the back of a bike, in my Harley tank top (that I misplaced a few years ago), it laces up on the sides, is faux suede and a nice lowcut neckline, with jeans, my new Harley boots, and my hair free (notice no helmet), and I was hugging this guy, my arms around his mid-section, my head laying on his shoulder, so I was looking off over the side of his shoulder, and he had one of his hands on top of mine on his stomach, and of course the other one on the handlebars and we were just riding. He didn't have a face (as I don't know who that guy will be), but he had a nice deep voice. That's my idea of paradise.
I also had quite a few dreams of missing my job interview and something about being down in Florida, dodging tornadoes and alligators, hanging out with family and something about some wierd ass prickly bugs. Now that's a weird dream.
I had the best dream last night. I fell asleep thinking of a gorgeous picture. I was on the back of a bike, in my Harley tank top (that I misplaced a few years ago), it laces up on the sides, is faux suede and a nice lowcut neckline, with jeans, my new Harley boots, and my hair free (notice no helmet), and I was hugging this guy, my arms around his mid-section, my head laying on his shoulder, so I was looking off over the side of his shoulder, and he had one of his hands on top of mine on his stomach, and of course the other one on the handlebars and we were just riding. He didn't have a face (as I don't know who that guy will be), but he had a nice deep voice. That's my idea of paradise.
I also had quite a few dreams of missing my job interview and something about being down in Florida, dodging tornadoes and alligators, hanging out with family and something about some wierd ass prickly bugs. Now that's a weird dream.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
a little advice please
OK, A little advice from my loyal readers. Yes, I know it's short notice, but I was still hoping to get maybe 2 comments?
Anyways, I have a job interview tomorrow (I'm leaving at 9:20AM) it's for a secretarial job at a shipping company. Should I wear a suit or just dress pants and a nice shirt?
I know I'm totally nervous, so I'm hoping for advice. Also, should I wear my hair up? I know I need to cover my ink, no question there.
So, if you comment, please answer my q's:
Should I wear a suit or just dress pants and a nice shirt?
Also, should I wear my hair up?
Anyways, I have a job interview tomorrow (I'm leaving at 9:20AM) it's for a secretarial job at a shipping company. Should I wear a suit or just dress pants and a nice shirt?
I know I'm totally nervous, so I'm hoping for advice. Also, should I wear my hair up? I know I need to cover my ink, no question there.
So, if you comment, please answer my q's:
Should I wear a suit or just dress pants and a nice shirt?
Also, should I wear my hair up?
Like a million eyes they call me
So, I'm sitting here watching Pleasantville, funny thing. In this movie, David (played by Toby McGuire) watches Pleasantville to get away from his life, and here I am watching this movie to get away from my life. Think about that for a moment.
OK, if any of my friends are watching this and ever want to know what to get me for a gift (for anything), I'm decorating my new bathroom in frogs, so I've taken to collecting frogs and turtles. So, if you find a neat frog or turtle (in normal colors, no hot pink ones) that will work fine for a present. Not that I'm a hard person to shop for.
Do people lose their ability to read as they get older (by older I mean over 60)? I was at the grocery store in the 10 items or less line, and the lady in front of the guy in front of me, first of all got the wrong cereal, then when the guy brought up the right cereal (4 boxes of it), I swear she had about 15 things in her pile of stuff. HELLO IT SAYS 10 ITEMS OR LESS, THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE STORE. Actually it was extremely busy, so by waiting for this lady to have her cereal and then more than the number of items, oh and then she had the wrong coupon.
And on my way home, I saw an old guy who decided it was ok to park his truck on the wrong side of the road because he had his blinkers on and he was only going to be there a couple minutes.
And tomorrow I have a job interview.
OK, if any of my friends are watching this and ever want to know what to get me for a gift (for anything), I'm decorating my new bathroom in frogs, so I've taken to collecting frogs and turtles. So, if you find a neat frog or turtle (in normal colors, no hot pink ones) that will work fine for a present. Not that I'm a hard person to shop for.
Do people lose their ability to read as they get older (by older I mean over 60)? I was at the grocery store in the 10 items or less line, and the lady in front of the guy in front of me, first of all got the wrong cereal, then when the guy brought up the right cereal (4 boxes of it), I swear she had about 15 things in her pile of stuff. HELLO IT SAYS 10 ITEMS OR LESS, THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE STORE. Actually it was extremely busy, so by waiting for this lady to have her cereal and then more than the number of items, oh and then she had the wrong coupon.
And on my way home, I saw an old guy who decided it was ok to park his truck on the wrong side of the road because he had his blinkers on and he was only going to be there a couple minutes.
And tomorrow I have a job interview.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Hello Lyra
So, I was watching Without A Trace tonight, and this 15yo girl posted on a vlog that she wanted to lose her virginity and she got thousands of hits.
I wonder how many hits (of genuinely interested people) I'd get if I post a blog about wanting to lose my virginity (Oops, kinda just did).
I wonder how many hits (of genuinely interested people) I'd get if I post a blog about wanting to lose my virginity (Oops, kinda just did).
To my mom:
I'm so glad your home so you can tell me I need to sweep the sawdust out of the driveway, that I need to tell my parents where I'm applying for jobs or go live somewhere else. Thank you so much for butting your nose into my business. Because you obviously know what I'm going through and how much "help" you can give me on shit.
I'm so glad you're back to be a bitch in my life again.
Because you are "supplementing 80% of my living expenses" obviously you need to know what I'm doing with my time all day.
EXCUSE ME?!? I pay my DSL/phone bill, I pay my credit card, I pay for my clothes and food. The only thing you're supplementing me is my rent. But obviously that is "80% of my living expenses" I guess my calculations are a little off.
You already feel you can take me away from whatever I'm doing when ever you come up to my visit to talk with you. That you can enter my apartment at any time you want to. That you have the right to criticize how I live.
If I had the money, you can bet I would move as far away from you as I could. I had a dream last night where I just picked up and left because I couldn't stand how you criticize and judge me all the time. I even remembered what I packed, and almost made a list this morning. I am so sick of this cloud of judgment you hang over my head. I'm not allowed to do certain things because you have so much control over me.
I LOVE the city I live in, but I would leave it just to get away from you.
I'm so glad you're back to be a bitch in my life again.
Because you are "supplementing 80% of my living expenses" obviously you need to know what I'm doing with my time all day.
EXCUSE ME?!? I pay my DSL/phone bill, I pay my credit card, I pay for my clothes and food. The only thing you're supplementing me is my rent. But obviously that is "80% of my living expenses" I guess my calculations are a little off.
You already feel you can take me away from whatever I'm doing when ever you come up to my visit to talk with you. That you can enter my apartment at any time you want to. That you have the right to criticize how I live.
If I had the money, you can bet I would move as far away from you as I could. I had a dream last night where I just picked up and left because I couldn't stand how you criticize and judge me all the time. I even remembered what I packed, and almost made a list this morning. I am so sick of this cloud of judgment you hang over my head. I'm not allowed to do certain things because you have so much control over me.
I LOVE the city I live in, but I would leave it just to get away from you.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
It's snowing
I was in such a good mood this morning, until I looked out the window and saw there was snow covering most of the ground and still falling. No one told me there was a chance for snow in the forecast. Hell the other day, it smelled like spring, there was green grass, birds (even robins) singing, it was spring. Now we have snow. FUCK MOTHER NATURE.
I'm so pissed I'm crying. Course part of that could just be left over from my dad getting me pissed last night. Every time this week that he's talked to me, he's bothered me about finding a job. YES, dad I'm looking, I email people my resume and send my resume out, just cause I don't want to talk about it with you doesn't mean I'm not trying. He's getting to be as bad as my mother. I'm rather upset of the lack of shit coming to the Center, I dont' have money to spend on myself, I have $18 that's supposed to last me a while (and I have to go grocery shopping today), I have no idea what I'm gonna do when the 1st of May comes along and I don't have a job (they're doubling my rent then), just cause I look like I don't care on the outside, doesn't mean I'm not freaking out on the inside. I wish I had something to do all day, I'm bored out of my mind (I'm reading books from college courses), I even get bored watching TV (that's pretty bad).
I'd love to go out drinking for one night and forget about everything, but I have people to bother me and remind that my life sucks, I have no money, and pretty soon I'm gonna be living out of a box on the street.
I'm so pissed I'm crying. Course part of that could just be left over from my dad getting me pissed last night. Every time this week that he's talked to me, he's bothered me about finding a job. YES, dad I'm looking, I email people my resume and send my resume out, just cause I don't want to talk about it with you doesn't mean I'm not trying. He's getting to be as bad as my mother. I'm rather upset of the lack of shit coming to the Center, I dont' have money to spend on myself, I have $18 that's supposed to last me a while (and I have to go grocery shopping today), I have no idea what I'm gonna do when the 1st of May comes along and I don't have a job (they're doubling my rent then), just cause I look like I don't care on the outside, doesn't mean I'm not freaking out on the inside. I wish I had something to do all day, I'm bored out of my mind (I'm reading books from college courses), I even get bored watching TV (that's pretty bad).
I'd love to go out drinking for one night and forget about everything, but I have people to bother me and remind that my life sucks, I have no money, and pretty soon I'm gonna be living out of a box on the street.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Fun with quotes
Lets see if y'all can figure out what movies these are from. Little hint: I own them all.
Disturbing the peace? I got thrown out of a window! What's the fuckin' charge for getting pushed out of a moving car, huh? Jaywalking?
Is this your car?...Oh, no. Here we just take whichever car is closest.
Gimme the keys! I'm gonna follow them!...Have you ever driven a Mercedes before?...No, but a car is a car! I drive my car every day!...I'm driving. I've seen your car....Oh shit, that's cold.
Police! You're all under arrest!...You do that again, I'll shoot you myself!
You know what I keep thinking about? You know the end of Butch Cassidy? Redford and Newman are almost out of ammunition, and the whole Bolivian army is out- out in front of this little hut?...I'm gonna make you pay for this.
Eight o'clock Monday, runt. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck....It's "dog". Shoot him down like a dog.
That's about as funny as a screen door on a battleship....It's "screen door on a submarine," you dork.
Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?...It's *leave*, you idiot! "Make like a tree, and leave." You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong.
Unbelievable, that he could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that, that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if it were the junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
my density has bought me to you....I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.
Whoa this is heavy...There's that word again; "heavy". Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the earth's gravitational pull?
Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.
Look I fail you cover my ass. You fail I cover your ass!...And if we both fail?...Then we're both fucked!
Are you aiming for these people?...No....Well, maybe that mime.
Well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
Not even God knows what you're doing!
Does this shit have airbags?...Your side does, I don't know about mine...
Look, If you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, all right?
What the fuck are you doin'?...Interrogatin' him....Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"?...Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, am I?
See, I told you Park Drive was jammed!...I didn't say through Park Drive....I said through the park.
Why do you keep calling me 'Jesus'? Do I look Puerto Rican to you?...Guy back there called you 'Jesus'....He didn't say 'Jesus'. He said, "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus....Zeus?...Yeah, Zeus. As in father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that?
Boy, is he pissed...Maybe he'll feel better when he looks in the back seat....DAMN! That was MY gold bar!
What sets off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass or the shit in your brains?
Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. A little eggnog... a fuckin' Christmas tree... a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.
Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same thing happen to the same guy twice?
So you like that one huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?...How 'bout I let you live?...Man sure knows how to bargain.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean up this mess.
Hey, asshole! What do I look like to you?...A sitting duck.
No fucking shit, lady. Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
Man, if this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year's.
You ask for a miracle, I give you the F B I
It ain't easy saving the world, even one case at a time.
If I get any trouble outta you guys, I'm gonna integrate this jail.
What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds or is it our hearts?
And until we can see each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices.
you think just like them, that's why I picked you; you are one of them , don't you see?. Oh, you think you ain't because you eat in Claude's and you are out there trying to get me off on TV talking about black and white, but the fact is you are just like all the rest of them. When you look at me, you don't see a man, you see a black man....America is a wall and you are on the other side. How's a black man ever going to get a fair trial with the enemy on the bench and in the jury box?. My life in white hands? You, that's how. You are my secret weapon because you are one of the bad guys. You don't mean to be but you are. It's how you was raised. Nigger, negro, black, African-american, no matter how you see me, you see me different, you see me like that jury sees me, you are them. Now throw out your points of law. If you was on that jury, what would it take to convince you to set me free? That's how you save my ass. That's how you save us both.
If you win this case, justice will prevail, and if you lose, justice will also prevail. Now that is a strange case.
I want to tell you a story. I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I want you to picture this little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. Two men jump out and grab her. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. And when they're done, after they've killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. They start throwing full beer cans at her. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones. Then they urinate on her. Now comes the hanging. They have a rope. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They don't find the ground. The hanging branch isn't strong enough. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. Pitch her over the edge. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she's white.
There's nothing you can say. I know you didn't want any of this to happen, but it happened all the same. You wagered all our lives on this. You just went ahead and did what you felt you had to do, no matter what the cost. Some folks think that's brave. Not me, Jake. Now, you may win, but I think we've all lost here.
This is very cruel. You're giving them hope. You shouldn't do that. *That's* cruel!
This list... is an absolute good. The list is life. All around its margins lies the gulf.
if this factory ever produces a shell that can actually be fired, I'll be very unhappy.
It's Hebrew, it's from the Talmud. It says, "Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire."
He's not my kid. He's not even my dog. If my dog had a kid, and that kid had a pet, that would be him.
Okay, look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here...That's all you got, lady. Two wrong feet and fucking ugly shoes.
What makes you think you can just walk in there and take whatever you want?...They're called boobs, Ed.
NOT PERSONAL! That is my WORK, my SWEAT, and MY TIME AWAY FROM MY KIDS! IF THAT IS NOT PERSONAL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS!
How many numbers you got?...Oh, I got numbers comin' outta my ears. For instance: ten....Ten?...Yeah. That's how many months old my baby girl is....You got a little girl?...Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How 'bout this for a number? Six. That's how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I've been married - and divorced; sixteen is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 850-3943. That's my phone number, and with all the numbers I gave you, I'm guessing zero is the number of times you're gonna call it.
Our Father, who art in Calgary, Bobsled be thy name. Thy kingdom come, gold medals won, on Earth as it is in Turn Seven. With Liberty and Justice for Jamaica and Haile Selassie. Amen.
What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.
How 'bout I beat your butt right now?...How 'bout I draw a line down the middle of your head so it looks like a butt?
All right, Derice. Let me lay out some difficulties for you. Snow: you don't have any. It's nine hundred degrees outside. Time: you don't have any. The Olympics are in three months. And me: you don't have me. As far as I'm concerned, the sport of bobsledding no longer exists. I don't want to do it, I don't want to coach it, and most of all, and I do mean most of all, I don't want to be within two thousand miles of anybody who does. Now did you follow all that?
Oh, yeah, just one little drawback to this delightful winter sport. The high-speed crash. Ooh! That hurt. Always remember, your bones will not break in a bobsled. No, no, no. They shatter.
Seemin' to you nobody likes us?...We're different. People are always afraid of what's different.
But if you're not enough without one, you'll never be enough *with* one.
Whatever's wrong with you is no little thing.
Disturbing the peace? I got thrown out of a window! What's the fuckin' charge for getting pushed out of a moving car, huh? Jaywalking?
Is this your car?...Oh, no. Here we just take whichever car is closest.
Gimme the keys! I'm gonna follow them!...Have you ever driven a Mercedes before?...No, but a car is a car! I drive my car every day!...I'm driving. I've seen your car....Oh shit, that's cold.
Police! You're all under arrest!...You do that again, I'll shoot you myself!
You know what I keep thinking about? You know the end of Butch Cassidy? Redford and Newman are almost out of ammunition, and the whole Bolivian army is out- out in front of this little hut?...I'm gonna make you pay for this.
Eight o'clock Monday, runt. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck....It's "dog". Shoot him down like a dog.
That's about as funny as a screen door on a battleship....It's "screen door on a submarine," you dork.
Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?...It's *leave*, you idiot! "Make like a tree, and leave." You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong.
Unbelievable, that he could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that, that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if it were the junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
my density has bought me to you....I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.
Whoa this is heavy...There's that word again; "heavy". Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the earth's gravitational pull?
Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads.
Look I fail you cover my ass. You fail I cover your ass!...And if we both fail?...Then we're both fucked!
Are you aiming for these people?...No....Well, maybe that mime.
Well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
Not even God knows what you're doing!
Does this shit have airbags?...Your side does, I don't know about mine...
Look, If you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, all right?
What the fuck are you doin'?...Interrogatin' him....Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"?...Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, am I?
See, I told you Park Drive was jammed!...I didn't say through Park Drive....I said through the park.
Why do you keep calling me 'Jesus'? Do I look Puerto Rican to you?...Guy back there called you 'Jesus'....He didn't say 'Jesus'. He said, "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus....Zeus?...Yeah, Zeus. As in father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that?
Boy, is he pissed...Maybe he'll feel better when he looks in the back seat....DAMN! That was MY gold bar!
What sets off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass or the shit in your brains?
Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. A little eggnog... a fuckin' Christmas tree... a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.
Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same thing happen to the same guy twice?
So you like that one huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?...How 'bout I let you live?...Man sure knows how to bargain.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean up this mess.
Hey, asshole! What do I look like to you?...A sitting duck.
No fucking shit, lady. Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
Man, if this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year's.
You ask for a miracle, I give you the F B I
It ain't easy saving the world, even one case at a time.
If I get any trouble outta you guys, I'm gonna integrate this jail.
What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds or is it our hearts?
And until we can see each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more than a reflection of our own prejudices.
you think just like them, that's why I picked you; you are one of them , don't you see?. Oh, you think you ain't because you eat in Claude's and you are out there trying to get me off on TV talking about black and white, but the fact is you are just like all the rest of them. When you look at me, you don't see a man, you see a black man....America is a wall and you are on the other side. How's a black man ever going to get a fair trial with the enemy on the bench and in the jury box?. My life in white hands? You, that's how. You are my secret weapon because you are one of the bad guys. You don't mean to be but you are. It's how you was raised. Nigger, negro, black, African-american, no matter how you see me, you see me different, you see me like that jury sees me, you are them. Now throw out your points of law. If you was on that jury, what would it take to convince you to set me free? That's how you save my ass. That's how you save us both.
If you win this case, justice will prevail, and if you lose, justice will also prevail. Now that is a strange case.
I want to tell you a story. I'm going to ask you all to close your eyes while I tell you the story. I want you to listen to me. I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead. Close your eyes, please. This is a story about a little girl walking home from the grocery store one sunny afternoon. I want you to picture this little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. Two men jump out and grab her. They drag her into a nearby field and they tie her up and they rip her clothes from her body. Now they climb on. First one, then the other, raping her, shattering everything innocent and pure with a vicious thrust in a fog of drunken breath and sweat. And when they're done, after they've killed her tiny womb, murdered any chance for her to have children, to have life beyond her own, they decide to use her for target practice. They start throwing full beer cans at her. They throw them so hard that it tears the flesh all the way to her bones. Then they urinate on her. Now comes the hanging. They have a rope. They tie a noose. Imagine the noose going tight around her neck and with a sudden blinding jerk she's pulled into the air and her feet and legs go kicking. They don't find the ground. The hanging branch isn't strong enough. It snaps and she falls back to the earth. So they pick her up, throw her in the back of the truck and drive out to Foggy Creek Bridge. Pitch her over the edge. And she drops some thirty feet down to the creek bottom below. Can you see her? Her raped, beaten, broken body soaked in their urine, soaked in their semen, soaked in her blood, left to die. Can you see her? I want you to picture that little girl. Now imagine she's white.
There's nothing you can say. I know you didn't want any of this to happen, but it happened all the same. You wagered all our lives on this. You just went ahead and did what you felt you had to do, no matter what the cost. Some folks think that's brave. Not me, Jake. Now, you may win, but I think we've all lost here.
This is very cruel. You're giving them hope. You shouldn't do that. *That's* cruel!
This list... is an absolute good. The list is life. All around its margins lies the gulf.
if this factory ever produces a shell that can actually be fired, I'll be very unhappy.
It's Hebrew, it's from the Talmud. It says, "Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire."
He's not my kid. He's not even my dog. If my dog had a kid, and that kid had a pet, that would be him.
Okay, look, I think we got off on the wrong foot here...That's all you got, lady. Two wrong feet and fucking ugly shoes.
What makes you think you can just walk in there and take whatever you want?...They're called boobs, Ed.
NOT PERSONAL! That is my WORK, my SWEAT, and MY TIME AWAY FROM MY KIDS! IF THAT IS NOT PERSONAL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS!
How many numbers you got?...Oh, I got numbers comin' outta my ears. For instance: ten....Ten?...Yeah. That's how many months old my baby girl is....You got a little girl?...Yeah. Yeah, sexy, huh? How 'bout this for a number? Six. That's how old my other daughter is, eight is the age of my son, two is how many times I've been married - and divorced; sixteen is the number of dollars I have in my bank account. 850-3943. That's my phone number, and with all the numbers I gave you, I'm guessing zero is the number of times you're gonna call it.
Our Father, who art in Calgary, Bobsled be thy name. Thy kingdom come, gold medals won, on Earth as it is in Turn Seven. With Liberty and Justice for Jamaica and Haile Selassie. Amen.
What I am saying to you, is that you are the kind of club-toting, raw-meat-eating, Me-Tarzan-You-Jane-ing big bald bubblehead that can only count to ten if he's barefoot or wearing sandals.
How 'bout I beat your butt right now?...How 'bout I draw a line down the middle of your head so it looks like a butt?
All right, Derice. Let me lay out some difficulties for you. Snow: you don't have any. It's nine hundred degrees outside. Time: you don't have any. The Olympics are in three months. And me: you don't have me. As far as I'm concerned, the sport of bobsledding no longer exists. I don't want to do it, I don't want to coach it, and most of all, and I do mean most of all, I don't want to be within two thousand miles of anybody who does. Now did you follow all that?
Oh, yeah, just one little drawback to this delightful winter sport. The high-speed crash. Ooh! That hurt. Always remember, your bones will not break in a bobsled. No, no, no. They shatter.
Seemin' to you nobody likes us?...We're different. People are always afraid of what's different.
But if you're not enough without one, you'll never be enough *with* one.
Whatever's wrong with you is no little thing.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I'm not the one you should be
OK, so yesterday was gorgeous. I walked to HyVee in a t-shirt, and I was sweating by the time I got back (that could have been because I was carrying a bag of frozen dinners...). And last night I slept in a tank top and sweatpants, nothing else, with the window open all night long AND THERE WAS STILL SNOW ON THE GROUND. Today's supposed to be pretty nice too.
To all the bike riders in the central Iowa area: Remember this next time you go for a ride: I am sitting at home crying (ok maybe not quite), because it hurts to hear those bikes go by and not be able to be on the back of them. Hell it hurts even worse to see them when I'm out walking....
So, I've seriously cut back on my blog reading, or rather I deleted the ones that haven't updated in more than 3 months, plus a couple I've decided that I really don't give a damn about their lives and I'm pissed cause I've linked to them, commented on their blog and they don't link to me. Yes, I know I live a boring life, which means my blog isn't very exciting. Thanks for informing me of that AS IF I DIDN'T KNOW!!!
And I'm editing some of them out of my links, we'll see if you notice the difference.
So, I recently read this post and this response to it. I find it just wrong that people don't appreciate the police. I'm 99% sure all the officers I know here, know I support and appreciate everything they do to protect my city. People don't realize that if the police weren't around the whole city (hell, the country and probably the world) would go to hell. Chaos would break out, people wouldn't be able to leave their house without feeling safe, everything about their everyday lives would be done in terror. So, the next time you see a cop, tell them how much you appreciate what they are doing.
To all the bike riders in the central Iowa area: Remember this next time you go for a ride: I am sitting at home crying (ok maybe not quite), because it hurts to hear those bikes go by and not be able to be on the back of them. Hell it hurts even worse to see them when I'm out walking....
So, I've seriously cut back on my blog reading, or rather I deleted the ones that haven't updated in more than 3 months, plus a couple I've decided that I really don't give a damn about their lives and I'm pissed cause I've linked to them, commented on their blog and they don't link to me. Yes, I know I live a boring life, which means my blog isn't very exciting. Thanks for informing me of that AS IF I DIDN'T KNOW!!!
And I'm editing some of them out of my links, we'll see if you notice the difference.
So, I recently read this post and this response to it. I find it just wrong that people don't appreciate the police. I'm 99% sure all the officers I know here, know I support and appreciate everything they do to protect my city. People don't realize that if the police weren't around the whole city (hell, the country and probably the world) would go to hell. Chaos would break out, people wouldn't be able to leave their house without feeling safe, everything about their everyday lives would be done in terror. So, the next time you see a cop, tell them how much you appreciate what they are doing.
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