G+, Kiss My Sass, And Day_lee Adventures
Why Do Porn Actors Have To Use Such Foul Language?
Maggie Lehman, a fine source of editorial commentary over at The Onion, once again proves herself correct. She points out “Like many people, I enjoy pornographic movies.” but she’s got an issue with bad language. “Thankfully, my husband Marv fast-forwards through the plot so we don’t have to hear any more vulgarity than is absolutely necessary.” Good for you Maggie, good for you.
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Ooh, ooh! I also forgot to tell you–Uffish Thoughts is where I found a link to Mr. T doing his neato butter booby trick. Yay! What a treasure…and I thought I’d seen every bit of his work!
If you idolize Mr. T like I do, then you ought to get yourself acquainted with all his ultra-super celebrity appearances articles on the web. I’m sure you can find some of them to be of utmost importance, if not pretty valuable:
The Mr. T. Name Generator – Don’t like your name, fool? Get a betta one!
The T’inator – Turn any web page into a helluva fine site that Mr. T published it (those who don’t approve of Mr. T’s genuine, loveable charm would use the word ‘invaded’ instead of published)
How To Hide The Fact That You’re Mr. T. From Your Co-Workers – Who’d want to hide that jibba jabba?
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Gosh, I guess I’m a little bit more chipper tonight than I was earlier.
I’m sure it took a couple hours for me to thaw out. You didn’t wanna mess with me earlier. I did skip out on the PT temp job today…but even though I took the day off I found it was very hard to relax. After I went back out this morning around 11:30 I got very wet and cold and couldn’t get it out of my system until after dinner tonite. I went out to another temp agency (I should be the temp agency poster child, for chrissakes) and did all their friggin’ paper work, testing and whatnot and then missed my bus.
So all day, I was nasty to anyone who got in my way. It’s kinda weird how little things can change your mood for the rest of the day. Good thing I’m feeling better now. Anyway, this possible FT position I’m checking into at the agency I went to today, is for some admin assistant work, at a college near downtown Minneapolis and I’m far too excited. I know I need to squelch that because I’ve been there and done that before, only to be let down. Shit hurts I guess. Gotta pick my ass up, brush it off and start anew. Whatever.
Even though it’s late, I am nowhere near tired and would like to skip out on job du jour tomorrow but that ain’t happenin’ (I hate temping!), so I’m gonna hafta get myself ready for bed and face the music.
I just have a lot of crap on my plate right now. Yummy.
I can’t wait for dessert, dammit.
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You make EVERrrr-thaang
grooooovvvvy
Where did that come from?
*looks around the room*
My life sucks. I need a new one.
Maybe these guys will buy it for me.
Anybody got any offers?
I’ve already checked the junk mail and the classifieds.
I think I just need somebody to love.
*gasp*
Oh NO. did I say that? wtf is wrong with me?
Tune in tomorrow for the next exciting episode, my heart will be guest-starring.
PS: this is utterly, repugnantly, repulsive
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On my Winamp playlist right now:
Etta James – At Last Doris Troy – Just One Look Jimmy Soul – If You Wanna Be Happy Positive K – I Got A Man Sixpence None The Richer (Here On Earth – Soundtrack) – I Need Love
Gladys Knight & The Pipps – Heard It Through The Grapevine
Ahhh…good to be home. Worked 4 hours at job numero dos today. Then I went and dontated plasma and ran some errands and bumped into an old friend along the way. Finally on my way home, I picked up some Chinese takeout.
I AM online. Do something different. E-mail me.
I love to talk to people
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Go, Go, Go to http://www.davidgagne.net Read all about it. I luv it, I luv it, I luv it. want to spread it on a cracker. just like I told him so.
Home for the holiday. Yippee! Oh, but wait. I gotta upgrade my IE to 5.5. God forbid I crash something or my java doesn’t work JUST RIGHT, while on this oh Holy happy one-day hiatus (yes, I have to work Friday, Saturday AND Sunday). I’m hoping to spread myself really thin and have to end up at Workaholics Anonymous meetings, drinking Perrier with a twist and chainsmoking while rubbing elbows with uppitty paralegals slash Girl Scout leaders slash PTA chairs slash soccer moms (and OK, dads too) who engage in brow-beating their kids to overachieve but then they’re at the office 18 hours a day, and have to spend Saturday nights cheating on their spouses and need to be on the golf course on Sunday by noon.
I can’t believe what I’m faced with when I’m done downloading the upgrade and ready to install. It says there is more downloading to do. So I click ‘Next’ and here is what I get:
So then what do I get when I go to look for tech support? Bill’s gay-ass “Oh, hi, I put my pants on one leg at a time, too you know” page. Fuck it.
Going to mom’s house now, for the festivities. Hoo. Rah.
Katie, Matt & Willard are going to be way too perky for me, bright and early tomorrow, ’cause I plan on being hung over with a capital ‘H’….it’s just been THAT kind of week. Week? Ha. It’s not even over yet.
Speaking of drinks…I was trying to find the best place for cocktail and beverage recipes is and when I clicked on this link, this is what I got (screenshot below).
All I could say was whoa, that’s a big fuckin’ search bar, mate.
Well that’s all the fun I could stand! I’m out, for now anyway…
nitey-nite
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Titles…schmitles.
Who gives a shit anymore?
Here’s my grumpy ass.
I dunno why but thought of the impending holiday events and such, just doesn’t excite me much, lately.
Not me. I’m so uninspired, yet strangley inspired…enough at least for…
The who cares haiku:
can’t laugh. hell, can’t smilewhy even bother at all
it is just useless
OK that was depressing. I guess I’ll feel better after being having a nap, since bed is where i really want to be :O ~yAWn~
i’ll send a postcard…
toodles
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I hate that. Cause it means I have to work tomorrow. I get all weepy, like the Indian from 1970’s Keep America Beautiful TV commercials.
But I digress. On with the blog for today…
One of my icq pals just told me Robert Downey, Jr. was arrested. Again.
Damn him. Had I met him a decade ago, this never woulda happened. Yes I’m THAT good. I can rehabilitate anyone and anything. I have a strange knack of changing people’s lives for the better. I taught Tony Robbins all he knows, man…
BTW, I just updated my
wish list. I’m sure you’re all running to your wallets right now–BUM RUSH!
Good golly it’s late already… I’m probably going to go to bed early.
nite nite
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Today I am beat.
Last night, a girl I work with and I decided to go out for drinks and see what else we could get into, and we didn’t get home until 4am.
I woke up around 9am to tell her she had better get ready to go home ’cause she had to go to church. I only got about 4 hours sleep. That’s when you start to feel your age. Sheesh.
On the eventful side, I downloaded and tested out Radio Free Virgin Player for an alternative to Winamp streaming media library and RealPlayer Jukebox. It sucks, for the most part, and although the track assortment is aplenty, and the sound is cd-quality, the interruptions due to connection buffering seems non-stop so the playback is not that pleasant.
Well I’m about to go pack a bag. going to go to the gym w/Cheir and have dinner. I’m off work tomorrow so I’ll probably stay overnight.
PS – I had a sexual dream about another female the other night….what the hell is that about?
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Hey guess what…it’s a little after 3pm and I have only been up for a while. I went to bed about 3:30am last night and slept IN….like you wouldn’t believe.
My eyes fluttered open this morning and I looked at my alarm clock. 7:22am. SHIT! that’s the time my bus arrives to take me to work. crap crap crap. I must’ve sworn about a dozen more times, peeled my clothes off and all but ran to the bathroom so I could get in the shower. Late is okay, I’ll just call in and tell the guys at the office that I overslept. I would MUCH rather be a few minutes late than be un-bathed, which plain ruins my day. In the bathroom, I sat there for a second and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and then it occured to me…it’s Saturday, WHOO HOO!!!!!!!! Back to bed, with a capital B. Ahhh…it don’t get no better than that.
Then the weirdest dream came to me as I lay there and slept the morning and the early afternoon away. It was very bizarre. I was taken back to a time before my own, sometime back in the 1930’s. I was in some sort of old building, it was very gray and I dunno, kind of had a morbid feel to the whole place, as though I were at some sort of old museum. Like I said, it was very bizarre. In the dream I was being ushered around this strange place.
I cannot recall any of the scenes up until the part I describe next. I also cannot place who it was that was guiding me, nor the words they said. unlike what happened in real life, in my dream I am told that my grandfather’s parents, at the time when they were young adults, were in two separate car accidents, both occuring the same day, and all their belongings were put into this room sized glass case. it was made to resemble an apartment they shared (I don’t this was the case in real life). The glass case ‘room’ was separated into two distinct sides, not necessarily divided rooms, though. One side was supposed to represent my grandfather’s mother’s side and the other, his father’s.
Here is the most strange thing of all that stuck out in the dream: among all their belongings, in the front-most part of the display case (room) were two gurneys, one on each side of the room. on the left gurney, wrapped in a wool blanket, not unlike those gray, itchy, standard army issue ones, was the dead body of a woman, supposedly my grandfather’s mother. Her body looked like it was retreived from the accident scene only moments or hours before, and there were no obvious signs of broken bones, no disfigurement, not even a scratch on her face. on the right gurney wrapped in the same kind of blanket, was the body of a man who I guess was supposed to be my grandfather’s father, his body bent out of shape, and most of his face missing.
After that all I remember after that was that somehow I was allowed into the case, where I inspected their belongings with the curiousity of a snoop. I read handwritten notes, sifted through junk in a dresser drawer, touched clothing and shoes. Saw old toiletries and personal things. At one time I remember picking up a can and I shook out some ladies’ perfurmed talcum powder into my palm and put it on my neck. That was when I woke up around 1pm and to this moment it is all very vivid in my mind.
Bizarre!
Now this only tells me one of a few things. Either there is something tragic in my mother’s family that is unresolved, or perhaps I myself need to learn more about my family history, or else I have just had a very strange and morbid dream, and it just happened to turn out like this.
I can’t even begin analyze this…
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