caughtintheXfire

July 02, 2004

Serious question...

Who are you who came here early this morning from Calgary, Alberta, Canada?
It's not Paul, that much I know.

In fact, there's only one person that I have personal knowledge of who lives there. I'm not sayin' he's the only person who lives there, just the only one I know of at all. Plus, most of my Canada hits are Paul.

Even if ya ain't who I get all panty-puddled over, which isn't easy, cause I don't wear them either hope, you did remind me it's been a while, soooo...


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and...

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furthermore...

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Besides which...

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So, always remember and never forget...

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Unnerstaaaand?
(Me either, but I loooove this guy. Can ya tell?)

Oh, and Bret? Just because it's been over two months since my birthday doesn't mean ya still can't use that cell phone number, ya know....

Update @ 8:05am...
HA! see, Pissed-off Bill? I am NOT the only one. Just take a peek in the comments...

Posted by: Stevie at 06:18 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

July 01, 2004

Dis gonna (hopefully) be a looong, wonderful night...

I popped in over to Jett's new place, as I'm wont to do every doggone day, even when she's "off the air" and these days, aside from being richly rewarded for my sterling talent in being able to click a mouse and get there AND there being CONTENT again, I'm also about to submerse myself in her archives. (Now, that's a run-on sentence...)

I'm there, I'm-a readin' and she gives a link to a past story. I not only read that post, I read all of 'em that were there. This woman is fuckin' incredible. She pulls me in like an undertow or something. She, again, made me laugh out loud at some things, cheer like a maniac about others (way to tell off a tailgatin' asshole!) and cry with others (I bet Baxter KNEW it wasn't personal. And, so did Cathy...).

I don't see any archive links on her site, but I did what she did and 'Googled' her blog's name and viola! There's stuff from Blogspot and Geocities and I'mina be here a while, I can tell.

Of course, it's making making dinner take waaaay too long, but.... feh. That IS why God made Juan Valdez who invented coffee or whatever, right?

Right this minute, I'm gonna go get a shower, finish dinner, get a pot o'coffee made, stick in a movie I know so well I can ignore it (no, I CAN'T just sit here in silence- perish the thought... ew), get a deck or two of smokes and READ and LEARN and LOVE JETT even more (if possible) when I get done.

SO... if ya's don't hear from me for a while, don't send a search party... I'm fine.
I'll be over at Jett's place, sitting in her attic, marvelling over her talent, life, attitude... HER.

She is awesome.

Posted by: Stevie at 09:30 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Oops...

Here I am thinkin' that my 'one year ago, I started typing and, except for bathroom breaks and sleeping sometimes, I ain't even slowed DOWN yet' date is in a day or two... wrong.

I was searching around in my Yahoo mail folders to see whether or not I had become a member (yet) of Scroff's place and I saw my *whispers* Xanga site sign-in info, sooo.... *rolling eyes*... Jesus.

It appears that I actually started doing this stuff on June 3rd of last year, HOWEVER... that mess is a blog only by the most ambiguous definition of the word, so, I'm wondering if I oughta, instead, use the day I started at Blogspot (which I see is July 6th-that's where that date came from)... a place I spent a coupla months or so not being able to do a friggin' link correctly. A place where I swear I was keeping Mumwop the Monster (who used to "eat" scrap paper on the Cap't. Noah show here in the Philly area) fed 'cause my posts got 'eaten' quite often. Yet, the place I first had REAL comments and actually GOT comments. I dunno. Blogspot drove me nuts.

Of course, I fully remember and could never forget the date I started at Munuviana, with the ever-so-cool MT, people and Paul... September 13th, 2003.

Okay... just did a little more pokin' around and NOW I understand what I did...
I utterly ignored the Xanga shit in my own head and was going by the day I started at Blogspot... July 6th. Got it. Makes sense, too. My hand to GOD, I cannot figure out how to, or WHAT to link to so you guys can laugh til ya's puke at the mess at Xanga. Hell, I don't even see the name of the damned thing and I can't remember if it was Xfire or not. Somehow, "BrainFarts" and "Nuckin' Futz" are both ringing faint bells in my head, but... I've obviously blocked it out, like most people do with traumatic, horrific things. (Which is about what Xanga was and probably still is... makin' people sign up to comment... sheesh.)

Anyhoo... if ya go to the Blogspot incarnation, you can get to those archives and all. Some day, we're (me and Paul, not me and the mouse in my pocket, by the way) are gonna try to bring the BS archives over here. (Hmmm. 'BS'. Blogspot or BullShit?... I can't tell...)

I also can't tell (anymore) if I've been doing this for a year yet, or not, cause what I'm doin' now ain't even CLOSE to what the hell I was doing at Xanga, fer Pete's sake. Or Blogspot, either, for that matter.

I got it. Even though the first date is already gone, we can still use it and July 6th as 'practice party' dates for the real thing on September 13th of this year.

In the meantime, here's a link to where I get taken by going to Xanga. God knows, it's probably a 'user' page and may not show y'all what I see, but, if it doesn't work, I guess you could just go to Xanga and try looking up Stevie_Rave_On, my name over there. It displays as "Stevie_Rave_On's Xanga site", but I already know that don't mean shit as far as anybody actually being able to FIND the stupid shit.


Anyhow... it's been a year, it's about to be a year and it'll be a real year again in September.

And I'm still nuts.
Hmmmmm.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:51 PM | Comments (18) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Pretty, pretty...

I changed my Moz "theme" to walnut and I like it, I like it. Makes Xfire look brand-new and kick ass all over again.

Cool.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:11 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 30, 2004

Probably not safe for work...

This is cute.

They blur the boobs, yet somehow manage to miss the "whole point"... ('hole' and a (sorta) 'point'-y thing that goes in it..). think about it, if you're at work. If you're safe, click the link.

What it is, is a shot of CNN FOX (I stand corrected at 12:30 am, 7/1... sorry and thank you, Scroff!) running a promo for an upcoming show about (a word you can find with the letters that spell 'cornpone'. Right there... the middle four. Unscramble 'em... there ya go...) about that and they blur out the boobs, while not even realizing there's a... um.... 'sizable coupling' going on at the other end of that chick's body. I don't know how they missed it, fer fuck's sake. (No, no pun intended. Too easy...) Her knees are only drawn up to her got-damned CHIN!

Found at your friendly neighborhood FARK.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:36 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Whoa.

This is cool as shit, but- God help me- I think I recognize numbers 8 and 10.
8 is W.C. Fields and 10 is Sam Kinnison.

Right?

Posted by: Stevie at 03:01 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

See?

Take the quiz: "Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You? "

Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu
Go n-eithe na peisteoga thu - 'May the worms eat you.'You're one sick bastard. When you die, you're going to to a very warm place. That is, if you don't already run it.

Found at LeeAnn's.

Posted by: Stevie at 01:27 PM | Comments (13) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I've said it before and I'mina say it again...

My insurance agent, Julie, is the coolest person... Jesus.

Even though George is the only one driving right now (soon, damn it... soon), it's usually on me to handle the paperwork end of things. Calling Van's, for instance. Van's is one of the many, many places around here to get tags and insurance and shit. When we first moved here, someone told me about Van's when I was changing all my shit to Pa. The girls who work there are knowledgable, nice and friendly. The dude who owns it, though... *shudder* He could make a MENSA member feel like a drooling idiot, let alone me. Shiiit.

Then, there's the Commonwealth itself. I don't really enjoy dealing with them much, either, let alone for somebody else's crap, ya know?

BUT... when it comes to, of all things, my car insurance, I'll beat yer ass to be able to be the one who gets to do it because of Julie. She is just awesome, I swear.

The last thing that got "done" with the insurance, George "handled"... sigh. I kinda knew I was gonna end up involved. All he had to do was fax a freakin' letter to Julie, stating that he wanted to re-arrange the cars on the insurance policy and how. He faxed it. The agency called for clarification because all I wrote down (yes, I...) was the VINs without year, make and model. (I THOUGHT Julie was gonna get it...) Anyhoo, he got a call asking for more info and, first off, didn't ask for Julie, like I told him to. Then, he and the (obviously 'remedial', seeing as to how I had to about draw pictures of the cars for her) agent got too deep into things about which cars are in whose records and accomplished exactly nothing.

Men.

Aaaanyway, in the meantime, Julie called and left me a message just to make sure I knew a small payment is due and by when, so we can get this shit done with. I called her back to discuss it and wound up talking to her about that, among other things, for 12 minutes and change. (My cell tells ya how long each call was...)

We could possibly end up with a new blogger outta this.

That'd be so cool. Hell, she'd probably have an endless font of inspiration for posts just from the insane things people say and do with insurance and claims and stuff. Like badly worded explanations of car accidents and shit. ("I had to swerve several times before I hit him." comes immediately to mind. And, something about a guy saying he "looked at his mother-in-law, then drove off the cliff", or some damned thing.)

Or office things, anonymously of course, about the nutjob clients (*waving*) she has...

Besides any of that, however, she's just so sweet and funny, she'd have a good blog no matter what she wrote about. Just gotta make sure to warn her half to death about being strictly anonymous about it if she does mention job stuff. Don't need to lose her to that stupid, corporate "got a blog?... got no job" mentality. Matter of fact, I sooo don't want to lose her as my agent, I already have it in mind to follow her to whatever agency she may ever move to. If she's in this Commonwealth, she's my insurance agent. Period.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:05 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay, so if that Bush/Pope picture made ya laugh....

...like it did me, ya might wanna go here and take a peek.

Best to not be trying to consume any liquids, by the way. (And, why is it that coffee feels hotter comin' out yer nose than it does when ya swallow it, anyway?)

Posted by: Stevie at 08:50 AM | Comments (11) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 29, 2004

In my brain...

  1. Lounge::Lizard, specifically Bill Murray on SNL, back when it was excellent.

  2. Photograph::That 70's song... "All I've got is a photograph and I realize you're not comin' back anymore..." Is that the song title, too? I think it is.

  3. Catacomb::Catabrush, fulla hair, probably.

  4. Crucifix::Mainlinin' religion. (Which is exactly what I think some of those "holy-roller" fruit loops do, by the way...)

  5. Fire drill::Chinese

  6. Tube::Steak, sock and "Always Somethin' There to Remind Me" (by The Tubes) all spring to mind at once.

  7. Dropped::my boobs

  8. LTD::No, no... that's LSD, ya trippin' dipshit.

  9. Panther:ead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant dead-ant dead-ant, dead-ant dead aaaant, wha wha wha wha... (that last part is a sax, by the way.)

  10. Formica::Who'sa Mica and-a WHAT'S for heem? Second thought is the "Brady Bunch Movie" because Mike(a) says he designed the whole house, including "every piece of Formica" and no, they ain't sellin' it. (Yeah, even though there's 6 kids in two bedrooms and no freakin' toilet in a house with 9 people livin' in it. What kinda dork-meister architect would design a house with those specs and that size family, anyway? Cheese and Rice Krispies.)

Scary in here, ain't it?
Found here, the home of my new psychologist now that both Dr. Hartley and Dr. Katz are off the air... damn it.

Posted by: Stevie at 11:17 PM | Comments (20) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Oh, poop on Snopes...

I found this "post-able" too, but for a vastly different reason.

This made me laugh out loud... for several minutes, numerous times, since I found it yesterday over here... no over he- shit. I can't remember WHERE I found it now and I've looked in all the places I remember being, so if ya recognize this and you've posted it lately, let me know so I can pass on credit where it's due, okay?
(Sorry. Major "blonde-moment"....)

Anyhoo...

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(And, if this is a photoshopped fake, just let me revel in my giggly ignorance this time, okay... *grin*)

Update 6/30 @ 8:30am:
DADGUMMIT! I knew it was somewhere! I even poked around here for a while, thinking this was right, but I didn't see it that time... lol. Here it is, in it's home there... Thank you, Michele. (For both- posting it and reminding me where I found it...)

Posted by: Stevie at 07:12 PM | Comments (16) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay, Jack, you got it...

Just got an email from my buddy, Jack. I know it's probably one of those "chain emails" but, this time, since it's from Jack AND since it is wicked-cool, I'm posting it in it's entirety...

Pass it on, please.


This is eerie...and something to think about since America is typically represented by an eagle. Saddam should have read up on his Muslim passages. The following verse is from the Quran, (the Islamic Bible)...


Quran (9:11) -- For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was peace.

(Note the verse number!!!!!)

I wish everyone of voting age could read this. Send to as many as you can!!

Pray For And Be Proud Of Our Troops

God Bless America

Posted by: Stevie at 08:00 AM | Comments (19) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Awwww, y'all are so sweet...

I was having an "I must suck reeeeeally bad" day the other day. There was more than just one thing making me feel that way. With the exception of the "horse thang", everything has been or is being resolved.

The only thing that was buggin' me about this, Xfire, was the gaping maw of silence. Warn't nobody sayin' nuttin' about nuttin'.

Let's put it this way... I just hadda go alllll the way back to the 13th to come up with as many comments as there are under the post "Am I done already?", and 4 of those are ME... lol. That is sad.... (In keeping with "full disclosure", I feel compelled to add that Mad Mikey is right up there with me, as 4 of the remaining comments were his. And, since I just worked it out and I'm sure there must be at least ONE other person wondering, the rest of the breakdown goes thusly: Terry left two comments and the following all left one; Donnie, my Eric, Paul, Pril, Amy, Pam, Kenna, Mad William, Jane, Cait and my "other" Eric. Remember now, this is since the 13th... and it includes the post AFTER "Am I done already?", which didn't get any, either.... *rolling eyes* *and giggling*)

So, I was feeling a little... pathetic. I probably shouldn't have been, but.... Siiigh. I suppose it'd help to explain two dominant features of my personality that pertains to this stuff.

First of all, it drives me beyond bugfuck when yer trying to have a conversation with a person who takes AGES to respond. In the course of daily life, when dealing with random nimrods in person, it comes across as calculated or maybe fabricated when someone has to stop and think (so hard) about what to say. It doesn't bother me that bad when it's not someone I have to deal with all the time, but when it is, it makes me nearly homicidal. Just ask George. That dude has gone literally HOURS before answering a simple question. Makes me nuts(er). My brain fires so fuckin' fast that I say shit I probably shouldn't, but hell, at least ya KNOW it's the truth. It comes out too quickly to be anything else....

The other aspect is weird. It's a defense I came up with in high school against stupid boys who'd say they'd call, then didn't. Especially boyFRIENDS. Gawd, that used to piss me right off. Soooo, after about the second time I was left waiting by the phone for some asswit to call, I said "To hell wit' dis shit..." and started just disabling the phone after they didn't call when they were supposed to. Then, I still wasn't hearing the damned thing ring, but at least it was MY doing, not theirs.

Smart, hey? *rolling eyes, again*

It's stuck with me, though. It's also mutated into other aspects of my life... obviously.

After I wrote that post, I started wondering if I really am retarded, because who, with any brain function, bitches about a dwindling audience (and hardly any comments) TO a dwindling audience? I kept asking myself "Who's even gonna see it, ya frickin' knothead?"

Well, Rob did. (Have I mentioned lately that I love that guy? I do. He is awesome...) That was all it took, too. Just Rob seeing it. Now, tons of people have seen it and I have an unprecidented number of comments on one post that not one of came from me... (did that make sense?). Twenty comments, and they're all from other people. I'm still amazed. Probably will be for some time to come...

So, mostly what I've been wanting to say is "Thank you" with a hug to each person who commented. I've emailed everyone back that I could, but there were three or so people so far, who didn't use real email addys and I wanna make sure they know I appreciate it, too. "OldGeek", Jim and Mark... kisses on youse, too, okay?

In the meantime, I've 'rolled two new blogs I've found from all this and have about 42 new bookmarks, too. One place I've stumbled upon, however, just creeps me right out.

If you're a young, beautiful blonde woman from Vancouver, BC, ya might wanna make it a point to stay as far away from this dude as ya possibly can. Does he not look just like Eric Robert's version of Paul Schnider in "Star 80"? *shudder*
What is with this dude's lips? There's one shot of him where his lips make Mick Jagger's look positively demure by comparison. Somebody needs to tell him the "pimp" look is OUT and to lose that cheesy-assed excuse for a moustach. He's got absolutely beautiful eyes, but... it doesn't help at all.

Anyhoot... you guys are all so completely cool... Thank you again.
And, Rob?
You've got some great karma headed your way, if I have any influence on such things.
{{{HUG!}}} (I just had give you one back.)

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 04:54 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 27, 2004

See, Ricky-poo? This is what I spend all night IM-ing about... your butt... (my brain is soooo bent it's almost scary)(and is it any wonder why?)...

srv200163: Can it be? Is you really on?

TBT: YEA... WHY IS THAT SUCH A SURPRISE?

TBT: SORRY 'BOUT THE CPAS

TBT: shit... key stuck

srv200163: Mostly cuz it's me hoping for it and because, usually, when ya are on it says something else, like "away" or "not at my desk" or whatever and this time, it just shows ya as on....

srv200163: The CPA's? What'd they do, add wrong?

srv200163: (rotflmao)

TBT: fucking accountants

srv200163: Yeah man... *dying laughing now*

srv200163: Christ, I think I just dislodged my liver....

TBT: ummm.. you shouldn't be laughing with your liver... that might be the problem

srv200163: Okay... makes sense. That bacon and those onions all over it could become disengaged and float to my brain or something... medically speaking... right?

srv200163: Like a tasty embolism...

TBT: wait'll ya get a whiff when that embolism burps though.... whoa!

srv200163: Jesus.... lol

srv200163: Can't be any worse than Eric.

srv200163: That boy farted in MY CHAIR earlier and, my hand to God, I looked out the window cuz I thought it was a HARLEY!

srv200163: Then, I noticed he was levitating from it (and giggle-gagging) and KNEW what it was.

srv200163: Then, I climbed out said window...

TBT: good choice

srv200163: Hell... ONLY choice...

TBT: did you climb? or fall?

srv200163: Got blown out it is closest to the truth.... jeez... I swear I do NOT understand how such a cute little hiney can make such noxious odors....

TBT: it's called stealth bombing... takes decades of practice

TBT: sounds like he's an ace

srv200163: Yeah, but ain't they supposed to be silent?

srv200163: This one woulda made a Harley sound like a sewing machine...

TBT: nawwww... undetectable getting to the target... but once there, the explosion's horrendous.

srv200163: Ah yes... the sonic boom.

srv200163: Then comes the fallout... birds falling out of the sky feathers smoldering, squirrels falling outta trees berift of any fur, flowers wilting, people choking... got it.

srv200163: Sorta like the polar opposite of Agent Orange.

TBT: you forgot the peeling wallpaper

srv200163: We bottle this shit (no pun intended) and send it to Iraq or wherever, we'd win in no time, but we'd hafta evacuate our own guys, first...

*a few minutes later*

TBT: have you read any harry potter?

srv200163: Noooo... I've always thought they were kid books, more or less...

srv200163: Eric loves the movies, tho...

TBT: oh no.... there great.... anyway... Hagrid talks like I spell

srv200163: Cool... sometimes I write like Yoda speaks...

TBT: (Rowling actually spells his 'teh's')

srv200163: She spells 'the', teh?

srv200163: Too?

srv200163: (Or does she just have a really hard time with 'h-i-s'?)

*silence*

srv200163: Aw, c'mon!!! This is comedy GOLD, Dude!!!!

*silence*

srv200163: spit, spit... tap, tap... This thing on?

TBT: **scritching head**

TBT: ahhhhh.... Ok.... yes.... marvellously funny.... yes .... splendid!... har har & all that.

srv200163:*emoticon sticking out it's tongue*


Posted by: Stevie at 02:26 AM | Comments (10) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 26, 2004

Am I done already?

It hasn't even been a year yet. It'll BE a year in a coupla weeks. If I'm even here for it, that is.

I've never been in this solely for hits and comments, but damn. I think even I might have to admit that this is starting to hurt now. My usual number of people stopping by is around 60 a day, give or take a couple. I hardly ever got any feedback with that many.

Now that I've dropped (like a ROCK) to about 30 a day, I feel very... pessimistic about all this, now.

Jesus Christ, if yer own Dad and finacee don't comment anymore, that's says something not good, doesn't it? (It screams "You suck, you nagging, boring bitch!", quite frankly...)

It's okay, in a way, though. I am rather used to being ignored, it's just that I can do THAT to myself and it doesn't hurt near as much when it's me doing it, but this is.... not me doing it.

Between this, the fact that not one additional horse has gotten here yet and I doubt any will now, and the 18 year old cunt whose had the undeserved ability to threaten my 'everything' by inserting herself in Eric's rectum, I'm kinda feeling... not so wonderful very often these days. (Bluntly, I've found myself back to the "waiting for the sweet peace of death" mindset lately... Hell, it's GOT TO hurt less than this, ya know?)

I just read some other blog author say that everything is 'seaonal' or cyclical in blogging. I can grasp that concept very well, thanks to the Byrds and that irritating ditty of theirs, "Turn, Turn, Turn", which, by the way, the stupid preacher quoted at my mom's Mom's funeral... weirdo. I nudged my Dad and asked if I could then do my somber recitation of Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama". But, noooooooooo.

Anyway... I kinda know I suck in the first place, hence the need to spill my heart to a blog instead of a live person. For me, it was purely because I'd bored everybody to death with my head-shit and I needed feedback. Still do.

But, such a tremendous amount of mute denial is killing me. Every time I check my mail and there's nothing except Yahoo weather alerts and random bullshit, it knocks me down a few more inches and I never did have much more than just my head up outta the shit of life and I'm back in up to my nose, now.

In personal relationships, I've always had this one rule... if ya want out or ya want me gone just SAY SO. I'll go. Just don't fuck around, playing mind-games, hurting me, pushing me away every way except with the truth. Just tell me. I'll go. But, just treat me like a creature with feelings, instead of a used papertowel, okay? Have the guts to say what ya want. I'll do it.

People can't seem to do that very well. They don't seem to be able to believe I'll go away. So, they ignore me or are "too busy" til I get the hint and go. I kinda feel like that's what's going on here.

I never expected to be like Rob. I never WANTED to be like Glenn Reynolds. (Hell, being beat on the head til I was as dry and boring as Ryenolds would HURT, ya know?) I just wanted to find a way to ask "Is it me, or what?" type questions and get a few different perspectives or ideas... That too much to hope for, is it? Seems to be.

Worst part is, I've done this "honest" all the way. I've not done anything to manipulate my numbers or become a hit-whore, because the stupid numbers aren't important, really. I don't even know HOW to do any of that shit.

So, it's 100% purely ME that is so uninspired, boring... whatever, that my blog is dying. Yeah, okay... got it. Same ol', same ol', ya know?

I've never wanted to matter to the whole world. Hell, I don't even have enough ego to think of that concept and do anything but laugh... I just wanted to have a little home, a place where I could go, be me and not end up feeling like I do now for doing that.

Frankly, the way I feel about THIS right now is that if I never did another post after this one, nobody would even notice, let alone care a whit. And, believe me, if I don't ever post publicly again, I won't be here to look either.

Nothing like being able to watch yer own funeral and nobody comes...

Any-fuckin' way... Writing does help me, even when it's like what I wrote is invisible. Therefore, I'll keep writing. I'll just keep it all in draft. Actually, I'm thinking about putting all of Xfire to draft. No sense leaving it out there for spammers to shit on, ya know? Then, as soon as I realize that even though writing is helping me, but I'm truly not worth even the efforts of the act of writing to heal me, I'll stop doing that, too.

Then, Pixy can have this space for someone else. Like Mad Mikey, whom I'm trying to get a Munu blog and have been for over a week, so far. (Mikey... quit paying for comments and shit, Honey. Pixy seems agreeable to having you as a Munu, he just so backed up running all this it may take a coupla days...)

"People ask me, Hank, why do ya drink, why do you roll smoke..."

Survival.

It shuts off the "yousuck, yousuck, yousuck" part of my brain.
It's also the one of the three "constants" in my life. Pain is number one, which necessitates the other two... that and rock and roll. I've got Stevie Ray cued up and I've got the "shut up, nobody wants to hear it anyway, not even me" shit, sooo...

I'm outta here.

Posted by: Stevie at 06:31 PM | Comments (32) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 25, 2004

My head hurts...

Wish I could say...

"That is all."

But, I'd be lying.

Posted by: Stevie at 05:30 AM | Comments (12) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 24, 2004

Halle-fuckin'-lujah!!!!

She's back!!!

I honestly wondered, several thousand times, if I'd really live long enough to see this day.

I know EXACTLY how Joey Coyle feels when he realizes he's found 1.2 million, now.
You know... when he keeps screaming "WOW!!!!"?

Yep.
Exactly.

Posted by: Stevie at 09:30 PM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 23, 2004

Alright, this is getting annoying, now...

I seem to "fall off-line" every half hour or so.
Nice job, ya buncha jackoffs.

Honestly...


In the meantime, I do feel somewhat better, after having gotten to read
Gut Rumbles and Snow, so far.
Hmmm... wonder what that says that they were my first two stops? They couldn't be in more similar a situation regarding ex's, yet more vastly different as people.
And, I just happen to have "Billy Jack" running on the TV.
(Briefly, to me, Rob is kind of like Billy Jack. Tough, strong, morally correct in what he stands for, persecuted by narrow-minded ignorant asswipes... you know what I mean. And, by the same token, Snow makes ME feel like Billy Jack when it comes to our reactions to her ex. She's pacifist, like Jean in the movie, and I'm instantly thrown into "maim" mode when it comes to him ("X")... that dork.)

My favorite of Billy's lines to quote is the speech before the ass-kicking in the ice cream parlor, but the words I belive the most, the one I FEEL the most are the ones he says to Jean, outside the school, after Martin was murdered. Jean is pleading with him not to seek revenge for Martin. She says they can go someplace else, someplace where "it doesn't have to be like this..."

Billy says:
"Oh really? Well, tell me, where is that place? In what remote corner of this country, no- of the entire Goddamned planet is there such a place where men really care about another and really love each other? Now, you tell me where such a place is and I promise you, I'll never hurt another human being for as long as I live. JUST ONE PLACE!!!! (No reply.)
...That's what I thought."

Anyhow...


Posted by: Stevie at 07:33 PM | Comments (15) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Verizon sucks...

Verizon sucks. Verizon sucks. Verizon sucks. Verizon sucks.

I fuckin' HATE Verizon right now, can ya tell?

Motherfuckers.

Supposed to have this shit done YESTERDAY... not done even YET.
Had to bring the dogs in so the Verizon losers could get to a particular pole. Allegedly.
What I really hadda have the dogs in the house for was for them to stand around bullshitting with each other, people here walking down the driveway and when that wasn't enough of a goddamned delay, they started calling still MORE people on their fuckin' cell phones. All this, with the dogs in the house, unbeknownst to me at first (went to bed around 6:00am, got up at noon).

So, basically, I have trash strung from one end of the house to the other, shit in the goddamned livingroom, piss everywhere, just so the fuckin' loser assholes can stand around and do jack SHIT!!!!

I fuckin' HATE Verizon.

And, God better HELP that asshole truck driver who ripped the wires down and left in the first place. I see his ass here again and it'll be the last time. I don't care, right this second, what kinda ass I make outta myself. I WILL humiliate the fuck outta that jerkoff.

Christ, I am LIVID!

Think I'm fulla shit?
Try paying yer fuckin' BILL in the lackadasical, unproductive, LAZY-ASSED way these dickheads WORK and see what happens.

Or, maybe send 'em a payment that's covered in trash, shit and piss and see what they have to say about THAT.

I wish unmeasurable amounts of trash, shit and piss on these men. And, fer fuck's sake am I EVER using THAT word lightly....

Posted by: Stevie at 04:03 PM | Comments (26) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

June 21, 2004

The original 'horse thing'...

About three weeks ago, Jon (yes, the Lair Guy) came and asked me when, exactly, Eric's birthday was. I told him and he said something I pretty much ignored about a horse... again.

Sigh.

We've been thru this before, right?

Well, this time, he really is trying. I have to give him that.

Posted by: Stevie at 08:21 AM | Comments (14) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

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