BJ Woods

Saturday, April 20th, 2002

For those of you who may be considering returning to the single life…Dating – Its Causes and Cures
Dating is a social engagement with the threat of sex at its conclusion. Most dating results from lingering guilt about masturbation. Of course, no one has any religious or ethical guilt about masturbation any more. But people DO […]

Tuesday, September 18th, 2001

As of last Thursday me & my honey have been together for two months. I was so busy I didn’t have time to post this, then. You’re sleeping on my couch and it’s raining outside, as I sit this morning and write this to you.

I don’t really write a lot of letters, so this is kind of awkward.  […]

Friday, September 7th, 2001

I wake up to the storm this morning with a Mazzy Star song in my head. I had a very strange dream. I was doing bookkeeping and clerical work at this office somewhere, I can’t recall the location. There were two other women who worked there, and one man. It seemed like a sort of bank.

The first […]

Sunday, May 27th, 2001

My dreams about random things are getting getting less frequent and less vivid.   That includes the ones I have about famous people. For example, Thursday night I dreamed that Prince died. I was in his hospital room and he was just lying there looking awful. That was about the extent of the dream, so not very exciting.

Last […]

Thursday, October 26th, 2000

…and getting caught in dusty apartments with rock bands  
Last night I had a very strange dream. I was sitting in a cramped, slightly run down second floor apartment somewhere and was having a conversation with Matchbox 20’s Rob Thomas. Weird. turns out it was his place. Who knows when THIS was, I’m sure, some kind […]

OK the title’s not meant to poke fun.

NOT AT ALL.

I just wanted to grab your attention and just say my 2 cents on this whole thing going down in West Virginia.

Now, I don’t watch a lot of TV nor do I pay that much attention to news lately.

If any TV is on, it’s either the local cable music channel stuff or else I switch back and forth between TBS and FOX news and it’s on in the background while I work (from home).

So like I said, I don’t *watch* it. But I do listen a bit here and there.

Last night, I had the TV on almost all night. Who knows why. Every now and again I heard things here and there that perked up my ears.

The first thing that perked up my ears first was Geraldo (aka Jerry Rivers) bawling as his live video feed from WV was being broadcast from the church yard. Everyone was singing hymns and hollering, as the media person at the time was talking to Geraldo and reporting an apparent miracle that these guys had survived. I thought, “Well that’s a relief!” and went pretty much back to work.

About 3 hours later Donna Fiduca comes on the TV and says “What a rollercoaster this has been. [ ]…12 miners are now considered dead and there was only 1 survivor…” or something to that effect.

I did a double-take and thought, “Crikey, that chick’s on crack!”

Because that was all I heard and thought she needs her rest because that is not what everyone else has been reporting for the last 3 hours!

Then it occured to me to pay attention because I heard someone on the scene at the church who was interviewing a WV citizen who was crying and upset and that’s when I knew there was something really wrong.

I felt a twang in my stomach and I was a bit upset to hear all this bad news after having put up with Geraldo’s joyous fit some time earlier, along with all the smiley news reporters grinning and guffawing, the other happy dappy journalists interviewing people left and right. CNN was showing that same stuff too. I thought, “Hey people–give it a rest.”. Wait ’til the press conference.

But there wasn’t one. At least not until 3am. Not good, media people!

About 2 hours or so before the bad news hit the TV stations, I was watching intently on CNN (I do switch back and forth and make up my own mind) where they had split the screen, and in one half, was some sort of industry professional talking and in the other, I saw people yelling at cameras and shooshing them away with their arms waving.

I thought that was *weird*. Hours before, it seemed like everyone left and right at the scene by the church was more than happy to get on camera and have their say. I wondered if it was just people hating on CNN or what.

Now I feel as though that was a foreshadowing to me, that perhaps some of the people were hearing bad news before all the news people gobbled it up and puked it all over the TV.

I don’t know. I just think sometimes, we all need to shut up and pay attention to what’s going on before we shout to the hilltops, and other such nonsense.

The media knows better than that, to wait for the spokesperson or official connected with ACTUAL word on what’s going on. And in my opinion, the governor’s office certainly should have had one of his flunkies rush right over to the church scene and say “WAIT people, we ARE NOT SURE of this information. It’s not been confirmed just yet.”

See, people like to play telephone, and get shit cornfused but good. Some damned fool was probably standing around listening at the rescue scene and not minding his own beeswax, then took “We found them” to mean “They’re alive, and one’s dead…go tell everyone on your Nokia now, you dumb redneck!” Not to offend. I meant that in a funny Jeff Foxworthy tone.

And that’s all she wrote. For now.

Funny about Geraldo’s real name eh? Take such an American Cheese name and spice it up a bit, and viola, Instant Ethnicity!

Sort of like, if Kraft decided to change the name of their popular “Kraft Singles” to ” Rebanadas Queso Americano”.

Hee.

OK the title’s not meant to poke fun.

NOT AT ALL.

I just wanted to grab your attention and just say my 2 cents on this whole thing going down in West Virginia.

Now, I don’t watch a lot of TV nor do I pay that much attention to news lately.

If any TV is on, it’s either the local cable music channel stuff or else I switch back and forth between TBS and FOX news and it’s on in the background while I work (from home).

So like I said, I don’t *watch* it. But I do listen a bit here and there.

Last night, I had the TV on almost all night. Who knows why. Every now and again I heard things here and there that perked up my ears.

The first thing that perked up my ears first was Geraldo (aka Jerry Rivers) bawling as his live video feed from WV was being broadcast from the church yard. Everyone was singing hymns and hollering, as the media person at the time was talking to Geraldo and reporting an apparent miracle that these guys had survived. I thought, “Well that’s a relief!” and went pretty much back to work.

About 3 hours later Donna Fiduca comes on the TV and says “What a rollercoaster this has been. [ ]…12 miners are now considered dead and there was only 1 survivor…” or something to that effect.

I did a double-take and thought, “Crikey, that chick’s on crack!”

Because that was all I heard and thought she needs her rest because that is not what everyone else has been reporting for the last 3 hours!

Then it occured to me to pay attention because I heard someone on the scene at the church who was interviewing a WV citizen who was crying and upset and that’s when I knew there was something really wrong.

I felt a twang in my stomach and I was a bit upset to hear all this bad news after having put up with Geraldo’s joyous fit some time earlier, along with all the smiley news reporters grinning and guffawing, the other happy dappy journalists interviewing people left and right. CNN was showing that same stuff too. I thought, “Hey people–give it a rest.”. Wait ’til the press conference.

But there wasn’t one. At least not until 3am. Not good, media people!

About 2 hours or so before the bad news hit the TV stations, I was watching intently on CNN (I do switch back and forth and make up my own mind) where they had split the screen, and in one half, was some sort of industry professional talking and in the other, I saw people yelling at cameras and shooshing them away with their arms waving.

I thought that was *weird*. Hours before, it seemed like everyone left and right at the scene by the church was more than happy to get on camera and have their say. I wondered if it was just people hating on CNN or what.

Now I feel as though that was a foreshadowing to me, that perhaps some of the people were hearing bad news before all the news people gobbled it up and puked it all over the TV.

I don’t know. I just think sometimes, we all need to shut up and pay attention to what’s going on before we shout to the hilltops, and other such nonsense.

The media knows better than that, to wait for the spokesperson or official connected with ACTUAL word on what’s going on. And in my opinion, the governor’s office certainly should have had one of his flunkies rush right over to the church scene and say “WAIT people, we ARE NOT SURE of this information. It’s not been confirmed just yet.”

See, people like to play telephone, and get shit cornfused but good. Some damned fool was probably standing around listening at the rescue scene and not minding his own beeswax, then took “We found them” to mean “They’re alive, and one’s dead…go tell everyone on your Nokia now, you dumb redneck!” Not to offend. I meant that in a funny Jeff Foxworthy tone.

And that’s all she wrote. For now.

Funny about Geraldo’s real name eh? Take such an American Cheese name and spice it up a bit, and viola, Instant Ethnicity!

Sort of like, if Kraft decided to change the name of their popular “Kraft Singles” to ” Rebanadas Queso Americano”.

Hee.

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I lost a significant part of my normal household income recently, because the person I lived with cares very little about anyone but himself, and after I found out he was trying to ‘get to know’ someone else, he decided to stick it to me by leaving me high and dry. His reason? Just because he wanted to be “independent”.

I’m an artist trying to branch out my own, but I’m working 2 jobs just to pay rent and utilities! I’m lucky if have any money leftover so I can eat, maybe buy a public transit pass to get to work every day (I don’t own a car). After all this I don’t have any money to run my business. I have gone to the welfare office but I don’t qualify for emergency assistance because I haven’t had anything happen to me that qualifies as an ’emergency’ yet. I need your help. I am in need of some extra cash to help me pay for groceries and transportation to continue to work so that I may build some business capital. My credit is–for lack of a better word–shot. I cannot take out a loan because I don’t own a home or have a banking account.

Let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time I met a man. We went out a couple times over the course of one weekend, and had a couple intimate encounters. After 2-1/2 weeks he fell in love with me. I was taken aback, sort of, and ‘thinking about’ that. In the meantime we seem inseperable. We do everything together. He unofficially “moved in” by leaving his clothes, toothbrush and other assorted items at my place, and always sleeps there. I meet his parents. He meets mine. He grows on me and I finally start to love him back, only ten times more that I thought I could ever love someone. He proposes to me after 6 months and a year after that we get a place together. Everything seems okay, although the safety and charm of the neighborhood we move into is highly questionable. After almost 1 year in our new place, I experience some months of irratic behavior from him and many instances where he was not returning home until the wee hours of the morning. I ask him what is wrong with him. He tells me he doesn’t want to live here anymore. I tell him I don’t want him living here, then.

I have recently lost a significant part of my income because of this a-hole’s sudden streak of ‘independence’ and can assure you that I had done nothing wrong to cause he breakup. His answers to my many inquiries as to such were simply ‘he’d changed’ and ‘didn’t want to hurt me but still loved and cared for me’, just wasn’t ‘in love’ with me any more. Which I find to be pure B.S. because if you cared about someone, you’d call home at least ONCE in a while to let them know you’re not dead in some dark alley, on a hospital gurney, or behind bars. What I found out, is that he had been persuing a woman at work.

June 01, 2004

Fuck! What is my problem??! Today was sitting there at work and I burst into tears. Damn him, having that kind of control over me.

I can’t even act normal these days. Hell, I don’t even know what ‘normal’ feels like anymore.

It just hurts that here I sit, a moping, sorry-ass shell of the person I used to be. I can’t believe it. 3 years of me and him,

[more of “Arrrgghh!”…]

May 31, 2004

I know there’s a long list out there of countless webloggers asking for donations, and I guess you could add me to that list. I am just asking for a few dollars from anyone who can spare it, to help me start my life over again.

But I am putting a different spin on the whole blog donation thing by running a giveaway contest. If you help me out you get a chance to win a prize!

May 28, 2004

Perfect.

Rain & cold forecasted all weekend, (not like I have a huge social butterfly list of activities planned) and to top it all off, I get my lovely monthly bill this morning.

I was supposed to cat-sit this weekend (highlight of my month, lemme tell ya–what a loser, huh?) anyway, I came home after 5pm tonight to find a note from the cat’s owner, saying he couldn’t fit his key under my door, so he says the building manager will look after the little furball. Hey! He said he wasn’t leaving town until after six! Whatever.

So there went my busy weekend. God forbid I’d have some kind of responsibility. I tossed the note and went into the bedroom and changed into sweats and threw my hair up into a scrunchie (fabulous invention!), breathed a huge sigh of relief to be off work for a few days and put in some quality couch time. Gotta run now, I forgot I actually do have some web site work and housecleaning to do.

May 23, 2004

With the sound of buzzing cicadas. I’m so glad I don’t leave in the eastern part of the country! These things would give me nightmares. I can’t even stand small spiders let alone a couple billion of these cicada things buzzing all around. Some people actually eat them. Ewwww!

At least they’re ewww to me. I don’t know about you. Some have compared eating these bugs to be not unlike eating shrimp, lobster, or crawfish. Yes, even though those are sea creatures they spend part of their lives as arhropods…insects.

You can have all of ’em. I hope they stay the hell away from Minnesota!

Queen For a Day or A Swan?

Remember that show Queen For A Day? Back in the 50s this show would get letters from women from all over the country to tell of how they slave all day at home and get nothing for it, or their child came down with some awful disease and died and sort of like how Oprah does, they get to come on the show and get pampered, sent off on lavish vacations and given makeovers and whatnot?

Well that’s kinda what The Swan reminded me of. I was watching it the other night (by accident of course) while trying to eat my dinner, which I couldn’t finish once I was given an eyeful of the load of fat they sucked out of one of these unfortunate creatures. I say unfortunate because, yeah, so your teeth are all messed up and you have a weak chin, a pot belly and no bustline to speak of. So why doesn’t this show do like Queen For A Day or Oprah, instead of the drastic surgery measures and crappy fake boobs? I say give these chickies a new wardrobe from Saks, tell them they’re beautiful and give them a free year’s worth of self esteem therapy. Then set them up with a new leather recliner, a box of wine, tickets for a 7-day cruise in the Bahamas, and send them on their way!

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Whois: 30 yr old, female, inspired but independent thinker, bride-to-be, entrepeneur, mover & shaker, living in Saint Paul MN. Likes reading. Fine art. The occasional b-movie. Temp by day, web & graphic designer by night. Watches the Cartoon Network, rents cheesy films, has no job and no current clientele.

Random people go to Google, type in dirty words and then add the plus ‘+’ sign to a word–anything really, ‘pics’, ‘Sinead O’Connor’, ‘ice cream’, ‘vacuum cleaner’–then wind up here. I hope they’re ALL horribly disappointed when they don’t find any ‘FREE+NUDE+PICS+DREW+CAREY’ here at this site. On where I’d whine about being a singleton and feel all alone. “How depressing,” you say! Don’t worry, it didn’t last long. Besides, it may have been more a case of horniness than loneliness. In which I go from loneliness to busy-ness in no time flat, entries ripe with lust, laughter and being left out in the cold. Gawd, I’m such a grump sometimes. Bitchy, snobby, whiny, pissing and moaning all over the place. When I was all of thirteen my mother got me a magnet that says, “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch”. It’s on my fridge to this day. Still, I manage to make lots of friends. I’m still alive even though many people would want to kill someone with a mouth like mine. Go figure. People think I’m snobby about TV. Including my sister and mom. If there is stuff on TV that is annoying or horrible, you can be sure that I’ve written about it. Which is way more fun than watching the TV. I’ve even complained about TV shows I haven’t seen, because, as a TV snob, I can do that. Family Thanksgivings round the table, Fourth of July frolicks in the outdoors, whatever. Merriment or misery, it’s recalled here. The important thing is the meaning behind the OCCASION, not the fact that we’re out of liquor or nobody bought you anything that fits your fat ass, right? When it comes to media coverage of celebrities and their lifestyles & gossip/etc., it’s like a car accident, I can’t help but watch. I’m sure it’s an obsession. Who needs enemies when you’ve got friends like Mother Nature? I love having boobs but curse the day the bra was invented, sporting a girlish figure and then watching it all go to hell after consuming too many Wavy Lays (who can eat just one?), bleeding like a stuck pig and turning into a psycho bitchfreak for 7 days a month! If that’s not horrific enough, the boyfriend calls it ‘blowjob week’. Ugh. I’m bloated. Get the fuck away from me. And other assorted womanly wonders. Stuff I wrote instead of picking my nose. Perhaps I might have been better off doing the latter. You decide. Aren’t they. Back to childhood, back to the days of wonderment, the tender ages. Fun, silly stuff. I’m not really all that smart and geeky. I just wrote about this stuff to make you think I am. He’s a piece of work some days…nonetheless, he’s mine and I’m stuck with him. Besides, he can be alarmingly cute sometimes and he loves me dearly. Ah, there’s no one else like him in the whole world! It’s is what’ll kill us eventually, so why not devote most of our lives to it? “All the live long day! Just to pass the time awaaay!” If you build it, will they come? Contrary to what some think, the web is not magic like in the movie “Field Of Dreams”. People wanted web sites. They built them. No one came. They advertised. Eventually people came. We saw. I wrote. And went. In some cases I go back, others I wished I hadn’t seen it the first time.entries

Something I made for those of you looking for an alternative ad site loserlife.

Enjoy

Okay. Just so you know, me and James are soooo over.

He’s a fucknut

I kicked him out 3 weeks ago because for a long time he was only home when it was time for him to sleep and then sometimes not at all. When he was home off of work he was an asshole. Now I find out he’s been going after this chick he works with since probably Christmas. So we’re done.

Anyway, I was cruising the personals (wow have those changed in the last 3 years) and I thought it was totally hilarious that the only people that IM’ed me were full-on freaks from countries other than USA, or else they were old. Hello! Read the listing where it says I’m looking for people between 26-36 and, um…. ENGRISH–you speak it, mofo?!

Then I go back to the home page and it says “You Have Matches!” I go through them and I almost pee my pants from laughing. Some asshole has the audacity to put as his ad title, “Who wants a mustache ride?”. Let me get in line for THAT!

The other dorkus-malorkus they want me to check out has put ‘painthuffer’ for his screen name. I don’t know what to do except laugh! Well? What can I write to him?

“Sorry…I’m only accepting inquiries from glue sniffers, dust snorters, and crotch scratchers!”

?

ha ha.

Okay…I know this is SOOOO late but I saved my logs from 2003 and finally went through them to see which search terms were the most popular. And here they are:

Most Popular Disturbing Real Search Requests for 2003

spam revenge, blog revenge, blog revenge pics

Ah, yes. I’ve always wanted to really ‘stick it’ to my blog by way of a snapshot. Actually my cell phone did once…way back when (remember those green screens?!)

8 to i3 year old girl nudists

www.shut your mouth up, shut.com, shut it

what’s the deal with britney spears’ boobs, britney boobs, britney spears naked

full house anorexia

i got two penises, man with two penises, people has two penises

crystal meth burp, hock a loogy, loogy, burp

grandma’s house hot pics, hot grandma, grandma bathroom pics

what does wack mean, wack, worldwide wack
That is the word for the sound my head makes when I pound it on my desk because the only people that come to my site are looking for undressed famous people, inebriated minors, or males with multiple genitalia.

why men look at porn when in a relationship, porn is cheating, porn cheater, men look at porn Welcome to Men 101.

The Reason Men Look At Porn When In A Relationship Is Mainly Because Men Have Looked At Porn Any Damn Way, Since The Beginning Of Time. So It Really Doesn’t Matter If The Man Is In A Relationship Or Not. But One Highly Regarded Theory Is This:

The Reason A Man Looks At Porn When In A Relationship is because the man has become comfortable within the relationship to the point of letting the woman “mother” him. Once a woman has started to take care of the man’s every need (because who the fuck else will, the bastard is lucky to be breathing every day let aloine wearing clean clothes!) Things like Wiping The Snot Off his nose, Picking Up Dirty Socks from the DINING ROOM floor, and Waking him up Every Day, the woman will verbally let the man know that This Shit Is Not Going To Go Down With Her Any More. Then the man starts to no longer see the woman as an attractive mate, rather as A Nagging Bitch Who Doesn’t Give Him Any Ass Lately and therefore the man constantly needs to whack off to images of women he would never even get the time of day from, except in an Online Chat Room. In the man’s warped sense there is Hope That He Will One Day Find A Lover As Attractive And Giving And Submissive as the porno lady and leave the one he is with. What the man doesn’t realize is that any woman, no matter how Attractive And Giving And Submissive would not Put Up With The Same Shit that his current partner nags him about, and thus won’t Give Him Any Ass either. Men may stop looking at porn in a relationship wherein the woman tosses all sense of herself to the wind and becomes an empty shell of stupidity and servitude, but men will continue to Whack Off to images of other women.

Other related recommended reading: A Good Old Fashioned Fuck

silly drunk.com, stupid drunk com, drunk chics com, drunk people
No…silly you!

gangsta bitch barbie
Oh my that was a long time ago. I’ll post the link for that later.

leon budweiser Who the fuck is Leon and why is everyone coming here looking for him and budweiser?

filandering dictionary

i’d rather go naked than wear fur i’d rather go naked than wear fur I’m very sure the above phrase is NOT one of those “magic” childhood fantasy things which bears repeating, like a wish or a positive thought. The formula of such memorable “magic” calls for phrases which are normallly bereft of words like ‘naked’, much less any hint of political staement. Not like in these examples: “I think I can, I think I can!” and “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”…

Then again, repeating “I’d rather go naked than wear fur” could be a very valid magic phrase if coming from a squirrel who is either an exhibitionist/nymphomaniac or is repenting the ultimate sin of having fur and not feahers. (?)

You decide.

matt lauer didn’t go here where in the world, where in the world is matt lauer, where did matt go in the world in 2002
No idea. I’m new here.

who invented cargo pants

Not me…but Ally Hilfiger claims her dad did.

bitchslap.net

You mean not one soul has rushed to adopt that classy domain name yet?

crap snacker, poop snack

No thanks, I’m trying to cut down.

how horny are you, are you horny

Not really, I’m afraid…now that I’ve discovered what a lazy slob my fiancee can be! [what a friggrin turnoff] Okay, okay. So there was one time.

bathroom cruising

George Michael does not live here!

portrayal of animals in hollywood films

You mean they don’t play themselves? *Gasp* Such scandal!

naked day

Janet Jackson doesn’t live here, either! …how many times do I have to tell you people?!

And neither does Sinead O’Connor, Roseanne Barr, Matchbox Twenty, Darva Conger, Sam Donaldson, or Chuck Knoblauch, for that matter. Scram! Go crawling to Celebrities Uncensored, or someplace, for that kind of crap.

31 years ago today my mother was in hard labor at St. Lukes hospital in St. Paul, MN and it was snowing outside. The doctor came in and said to her, “It’s snowing out! AND it’s April Fool’s day! You sure you want to have this baby today?” to which she replied “I don’t give a shit if it’s Halloween, GET IT OUT OF ME!”

I did eventually come out. I did it when I was darm good and ready. And I wouldn’t shut up. I still don’t do what I’m expected to and I do things only when I’m good and ready…and I haven’t shut up just yet.

Test your ‘professionalism’ While doing some job searching I ran across te following short quiz consists of 4 questions and will tell you whether you are qualified to be a “professional.” Scroll down for each answer. The questions are NOT that difficult.

Question #1: How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?

The correct answer is: Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe,
and close the door.

This question tests whether you tend to do simple things in an overly complicated way.

Question #2: How do you put an elephant into a refrigerator?

Did you say, “Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant, and close
the refrigerator?” (Wrong Answer)

Correct Answer: Open the refrigerator, take out the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door.

This tests your ability to think through the repercussions of your previous actions.

Question #3: The Lion King is hosting an animal conference. All
the animals attend except one. Which animal does not attend? The correct answer is: The Elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator. You just put him in there. This tests your memory. OK, even if you did not answer the first three questions correctly, you still have one more chance to show your true abilities.

Question #4: There is a river you must cross but it is inhabited by
crocodiles. How do you manage it?

The correct answer is: You swim across. All the crocodiles are attending the Animal Meeting.

This tests whether you learn quickly from your mistakes.

I didn’t get any of these answered because I thought they were jokes so I just kept scrolling through to the answers…and then laughing out loud. Guess that makes me an ass and not a professional!

Lullaby Music Videos
Yes indeedy…VH-1 has this program that comes on after 2am and it’s called “Insomniac Music Theater”, you night owls have probably seen it many times over or at least know about it. Let me tell you that all they play is the top 10 or 20 videos that are already in heavy rotation. Guaranteed to put you back in bed, eh? First video out of the gates is…”My Immortal” by Evanessence. Yes folks, that sucker comes on and whoo doggy…puts me right to sleep in a quicky hurry! Boy, that there VH-1 sure knows a thing or two about helping people go to bed! Good God if I see that or the “Jet” video one more time I will scream. Anyway what is WITH Amy Lee lying on shit anyway…lying in a treetop, on the roof of a VW beetle, up on a scaffolding, on top of a park fountain, on a corrugated tin roof? Is she unable to walk or has she fallen? OH I get it…this is some sequel to the previous video hit, “Fallen” and she’s all scruffy lookin’ like she really fell and died? Search me. And what’s with the wrist bandages? Has she slit herself? I see wrist bandages on lots of musicians these days…I know that athletes and musicians wrap hankies or wear bands around their wrists to absorb sweat but jeez! I doubt Amy’s hands would get sweaty when she’s lying on a cold tin roof on a windy eve, looking ever so mournful as though her dog died. Has the world gone so fucking goth now, that when I wasn’t looking everyone cut their wrists up and then whoops, nevermind I’m fine!(?) Which reminds me, that guy in Maroon 5 wears them too but jeez..that “This Love” video, that’s just total porn right there if you ask me, they just added a bunch of swirling flower graphics to the video just to cover up the naughty bits. Everyone in music is getting naked, lest we forget Janet’s big bad boob “wardrobe malfunction” my ass. Britney has a bit in “Toxic” where she’s wearing nothing but tiny jewels glued to a transparent catsuit. Beyonce
bares all in her “Naughty Girl” video where she goes behind a screen and you can see her naked silhouette. What’s next, Girls Gone Wild on the local 5 o’clock news? And speaking of crappy videos, it seems to me the worse off you are in terms of speaking English correctly, the better chance your video has of being on the air. Has everyone forgotten how to talk?
There’s this one song (I think it’s by Blink 182) where they sing “something something something inside my head”, only it sounds like “inside my-yyed” and it is SOOO fucking annoying! Another annoying one is this rap video for a song called “Tipsy” and the guy is from St. Louis but he can’t speak worth a damn so he says “airreybuddy in the club gittin’ tipsy”. It wouldn’t be so bad if the stupid band would get the video right and film it in a club like the song says, not a house. Idiots. I also hate that R. Kelly and that other dude’s song where they sing about going to “my hotel”. Dude if the hotel is not owned by you, you are going to your hotel ROOM…it’s not not your hotel. Get this shit off the air already.

Oi vey.

I gotta get to bed…lots to do tomorrow.