G+, Kiss My Sass, And Day_lee Adventures
My mood earlier this evening allowed me to be uninhibited enough to post this. I took the pics a couple nights ago, to test the lighting in my office since I got a different lamp in here.
Pouty much?
Hey! Chapstick weather is just around the corner. These will be reminders of how nice my lips CAN be. Btw: these are au naturel…I don’t DO makeup unless I’ve got a damned good reason.
Got so much going on right now, but I’ll be sure to update later.
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Hey there cats & kittens… Vikings won again, whoo hoo! It’s been snowing all day, here in St. Paul. I just got back from lunching with mom and getting some grocery shopping done.
Now I’ve got LOADS of laundry to wash but I’ll be back soon.
In the meantime, here is something to show your 13 year old daughters…
Teen boy pop group Hanson shows their intelligence. 
later, taters
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3:32 pm
I missed the bus. oh well. guess I’ll be late for work today.
I am pretty close to just calling in. haven’t decided on that quite yet. I DO need to eat something yet today, however, which will make me even later, should I decide to go to work. coffee was of highest priority this morning and then I got a bit distracted doing other things. back later, taters
4:48pm
Guess what? I didn’t go to work. are you surprised? Instead I decided to eat something and surf some more, a thing I’m very good at. I could sit here and read stuff all day. Today was very productive in this respect since I visited alot of noteworthy sites:
laughing:
spike’s sandbox is worth looking at.
Also, go look at ++diarrheah britannica++. it’s like buttah, baby.
listening & looking:
check out my girl krys’s musicblog. we both have bad (we think it’s good) taste in music so if you don’t like it, TOO BAD!
hacking:
for you security geeks out there, or those just interested, may I recommend Securify, Inc.’s Packetstorm to keep abrest of the latest security issues. the link above will take you to the newest files and/or news update .txt files.
learning:
I have been fiddling around with Flash. Shit’s hard…but I’m hoping to master it, so’s I can keep up with the Joneses of the web design world and mostly ’cause the results are fun.
searching:
Octopus is a fun and easy to use tool that works on multiple browsers. I found some goofy search results when I entered my name! anyway, try it out and never go to one search engine site again.
writers/bloggers/diarists, unite!
Go get your post on in the bulletin board at Diarist.net, dammit! I’m there as Bbojojo. Don’t be afraid to say ‘hi’, or something when you see me online.
This is kinda fun…index your weblog according to your’s or your weblog’s overall personality type. Perhaps yet another good way to find other people like you. look here for more on where to index yours.
Ha ha. I’m not a self-proclaimed writer but I find myself writing shit all the time. today, someone who knows this but decided I was special enough (awww, how sweet) just invited me to join theTypewriters.com. I dunno much about it, hafta go visit it yet. I’ll keep you posted on it though.
By the way, I hate writing code. I dream it, type it, and find I have to use it regularly. however, when it comes to .PHP, ASP, and Javascript, I find I have a bit of difficulty. today a 16-yr old was teasing me about it, so now I have to master it to prove that I can! Right now I’m looking to create an ASP-based script to generate a hit counter and site statistics function. This is probably not going to be easy for me to do but I chose this as the first project because I find the demand for this type of function has grown. If anyone out there has any pointers or resources on this topic, let me know and I’ll give you a prize or something. maybe I’ll put you on my Christmas shopping list.
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Today as I’m reading the news I do a little jig of joy on the way to the kitchen to get a 2nd cup of coffee.The fiance and I have finished our business model and are working on marketing strategies. This business model has been nothing but a headache
for us since Christmas. Now we’re moving along nicely and I can’t wait for us to start getting some projects in. I’m also reading up on this particular piece (pertaining to the Sumpreme Court ruling which I mentioned in last week’s news).
Anyhoo, I’ve found two really neato sites today, completely stumpled upon them by accident:
Uffish Thoughts
Get Sporked
Please go and read them…tell them I sent you, will ya?
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Made a $250 commissioned sale tonight…only my second one in six days but good enough, for now.
Something old but funny, to read. It’s my collection of silly personal ad replies, followed by responses I would have sent, had I gotten the balls to actually go through with it…
off to bed!nite-nite
…of Communication Between Men
Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.
Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.
It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances: a. When a heroic dog dies to save it’s master b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse c. After wrecking your boss’ car. d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.
e. When your Date is using her teeth
Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.
If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.
The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who’s running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.
Bitching about the brand of free beer in a male friend’s fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.
No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man (in fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional).
On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.
While your girlfriend must bond with your buddies’ girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pals’ significant dick-heads— low level sports bonding is all the law requires (sorry ladies, it’s called a double standard and we drew the short straw on that one).
When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.
You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.
It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach….and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel…and it’s free.
Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.
Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.
If a man’s zipper is down, that’s his problem—you didn’t see nothin’.
Women who claim to “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much beer as the other sports watchers.
You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a girlfriend’s cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw it into a ceiling fan.
A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.
Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That’s just plain mean.
If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.
Never join your girlfriend or wife in dissing a male friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.
Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while lifting weights: a. Yeah, Baby, Push it! b. C’mon, give me one more! Harder! c. Another set and we can hit the showers!
d. Nice Ass, are you a Sagittarius?
Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.
Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone; Hang up if necessary.
The morning after you and a babe who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to nail her again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was.
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Rebecca Blood’s blog turns 3. Well…as of yesterday. Happy belated b-day, Rebecca!
In other news…
It’s the 12th Annual Golden Hairy Ass Awards
You can count on the excitement being just as feverish as last year. The eXile has been presenting “Golden Hairy Ass” awards to the best, the worst, and the hairiest of things-Russian. The awards came to be as a result of the eXile staff having hairy asses, and some silly soul noted that. The categories this year:
1. Big Swinging Hairy Ass2. Come-From-Behind Hairy Ass3: Hottest Hairless Ass4. Gnarliest Elephantine Ass on a Journalist With No Ethics Award5. Hairiest Shaven Box Atop a Grimy, Beer-Soaked Bar-Top, Getting Fingered By a Nigerian Stripper Award
6. The Vichy France Award
Oh, and uh…my application to write reviews at The Weblog Review has been accepted. Whoopie! So be on your best blog behavior, clean up your links, bake a cake, get washed up for company to come over, and slap a smile on your face, if you don’t do these things, watch out… your site may be my next victim!
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Isn’t that an old song? Who knows. Anyhoo…quick update…
Today it is as rainy as ever. This morning I woke up at 7 and got ready to go out, and my friend and I went to the post office ’cause they had a job ad posted in the paper for holiday work. When we got there they said there was no such thing. What a waste of my morning.
Last night, the same friend and I left the gym and had dinner at her condo which is in a converted warehouse downtown. Sort of celebrating her birthday a little early. She made a really good meatloaf and we rented Being John Malkovich. I enjoyed it quite a bit. I’ll have to get myself a copy for the tape collection. I’ll need to see the end again because it was a bit confusing during that, since she and I were having a discussion about meatloaf at the time.
Well, I’ve got to run back out into the rain again because I have an appointment at 1pm in downtown Minneapolis and if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late.
Back later.
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7:44pm
Such pain. I am bleeding to death.
I enjoy being a girl.
All. Month. Long.
It’s early to bed for me, tonight…I need to rest up a bit since I have to work tomorrow. my nephew is over here, I’m babysitting him for the night. right now we’re coloring with markers then we’re going to watch some Disney videos. I’ll be back later. in the meantime, here’s something pretty to look at: http://www.unamerican.com
Buhh byee
8:57pm
Oh jesus.
I’m back, but only because I needed to wake myself up a little bit. My nephew has blue marker all over his lips now. I should have had him put away the coloring stuff before I put the video tape in, ’cause we were sitting there watching the movie when I dozed off for a sec, to wake up and find him with the marker to his mouth. his mom’s gonna be pretty p-o’ed. Ha ha, he’s kinda funny lookin’ now.
Damn, this is funny. someone went searching for ’street prostitute’ at lycos.com and the results that came up included my site. ha ha.
Toodles for now…gonna put the boy to bed and go watch South Park.
11:17pm
Early to bed, my ass. I don’t feel so good just now. nothing new, though. I have been feeling crappy off and on, all day.
I put up a table that lists my fave weblogs. It monitors them for me, too. Figuring out just exactly where to place the javascript, however, was another issue. for some reason it was hard to decide, but once I got it in I was pretty pleased, whoo hoo! probably the highlight of my day, and that’s the truth
Egads!–the new SNL season sucks, hardcore. Why can’t Will Farrell fall off the face of the earth, already?! I miss Phil Hartman and lots of other people. Tracy Morgan is probably the only one on there this year that I like. I must be bored out of my skull right now if the best thing I can think of to talk about is SNL. shit.
I’m kinda pissed off tonight because people make me mad. sometimes my family makes me mad, too. I wonder where some people think they get off in this world, by getting away without returning simple things like affection or kindness and showing gratitude. is it just me, or are these things uncommon these days? hmmm.
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I’m sure that got your attention…I am still up but now I’m going to bed soon. just thought I’d post a couple more ditties for all to enjoy:
Catch celebrity diaries online
You deserve a beak todayI know, I know, I know…everyone and their grandmother’s sister’s nephew’s babysitter has probably already seen this story, but for those of you who haven’t been reading people’s weblogs lately or have been living under a rock, here it is: woman finds chicken head in fast food meal
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