y'knew

whew.....

loads of things happening in a twistywashering kinda way. flaming hoops. eight of 'em. this is gonna burn my hair off an' i ain't gonna be happy.

ahem. so, condi rice did not see the legitimate political victories of hamas on the horizon?? and she's some kind of expert political student with a background in like, russian/cold war shit? shows you just how out of touch this amerikan pseudo-democratic government really is.

gonna go count my pennies. it's time to travel again.

i hate it when.....

.....my GF coughs in my ear over the phone- her voice is shrill and it fucking hurts and she knows it;

.....my cellphone beeps in the same ear when it loses it's fucking signal;

.....i tell someone good morning everyfuckingday and am met with everfurtive disdain;

.....tv repair dudes are rude over the phone because you want to give them an alternate phone number to reach you at 'cause you'd really like that HDTV to be working;

.....ticketing agents get a rude attitude over the phone because you want to know why there's a difference in price and they can't fucking tell you why;

.....it's almost all i can do to not claw my eyes out because i'm having such a shitty day in the first fucking place.

.....all i want to do is go the fuck home and i can't because i carpooled for the good of the faddahfucking planet and don't have a car.


Not my most funnest of days. Throwing the cellphone away is gonna be a GODDAMN blessing.

icky and trubble

the cutest kittens in the world have been on my lap this morning- if i get up outta bed at an outrageous hour, so do they. and they love watching the computer screen, throwing in a helping paw to try and catch the cursor and mouse movements.

anyway, like i was alluding to, waking came in the middle of the night for me and never quite went away. i was going to post my anecdote a bit earlier, but there are some problems at the backbone level of my isp- i'm lucky that the font and colour changes that i made to this page stuck. glad that i'm not responsible for big, major shit like that.....

listening to shoutcast punk radio since my waking moment. got a healthy dose of bad religion, nofx, the clash and other kickass bands.

so, i wanna drink a cuppa javajumpjuice. the ickyputtems is tired of my typing. apparently, the act of me typing is interrupting her comfortscheduletime on my lap. my dammit, the ickyputtems is so cute when it looks up at me like that, with goldcat eyes.

if you are outraged that your president is gonna subpeona search engine enquires, why not do a search on google for something like, oh, "pig fucking presidents," or maybe "dubya is a snooping fuckturd."

i know that it has been said that vulgarities are the language of the uneducated, unarticulate, and the unimaginative. those same egotistical cognonauseumscenti can suck my fuckin' theoretical balls, suck my goddamn actual balls, and slobberknob my dog's dick. this asshole's grammer ain't neither eligible ner up for improvin'.

*PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBBBT!!!!*

Jeebus, it's been over a month!

I can't believe that it has been this long since I've posted anything to this blog. Reckon that I've had a lot of life to be livin' :) I'm also eliminating a few vices from my life. This blog ain't one of 'em.

Anyway, listen to Diamanda Galas if you ever get a chance. She's got one of the most interesting voices that I've ever ever ever heard. She probably falls underclose to a goth label, if yer lookin' for a reference point. Perhaps screechin' cats in heat could be a good label, too.

Get out of the country for awhile. It will be good for your soul.