April 07, 2004
Okay...I got one figured out...
I left Paul an off-line message about two things.
I'm kinda pissed because all those pictures keep showing up so damned tiny.
Well...I figured that out. It was within the 'upload file' shit.
Now all I need to do is figure out when I did that...When did I check that box to make all the photos tiny? I don't like it, so I don't know why I'd have done that, but....
Stupid shit.
Fuckin' sick of comment spammers. (I had to IP ban three of the fuckers this morning...I know..."3?...shut up...", but still...I wish thry'd all fuck off and die and if that's too many steps for 'em, "DIE" will do just fine.) I also don't feel too hot. My stomach is givin' me hell, I'm sleeping too much and I think there is a knitting needle shoved in my left sinus. Other than that....
(Yeah. Other than that, I don't need MT making up new settings for me....next thing, it'll be allowing anonymous comments or some stupid, numb-brained shit.) Well then....I'm either gonna clean the house, re-post those hunks with the RIGHT-SIZED FRICKIN" PICTURES (and you, MT/computer/God, need to be verrrry glad I 'fixed' this BEFORE you fucked up a picture of the King of All Studmuffins, ya asshole), or hang myself. Which?
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Last three studmuffins...for now, at least...
And...
And...
Okay...now, no list of gorgeous basstids can be complete without at least one more picture...Then, on the other hand, I've got those other three guys who came to mind earlier, then too, there's that test Paul told me about that I just took and didn't do all that great on because I just got up and wish I hadn't because I'm still so damned tired, so.....what to do, what to do....
Siiiigh.
I'm gonna leave it as is. The King of the Hunks simply MUST have his own post and I want to do (hehe..."do"...hehehe) him last. So...I'm gonna go lay back down. I've got some kinda half-assed kinda cold thing that makes me feel like I've been run over by a herd of kittens wearing platform pimp boots. I shall return. Peace.
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Makes sense...
You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a
little bit cocky and usually associated with
evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You
probably just don't give a damn,but it's
everyone else's fault if you don't because
you're too awesome to have any real faults.
What Kind of Smile are You?
brought to you by Quizilla Swiped from Mad William....how ya been, Buddy?
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April 06, 2004
A couple more...
And...
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More hunky fellas...
And...
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More dudes...
And...
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Okay...get ready...
After posting those shots of Dennis down there, I sat here (like a 'tard) and downloaded 2 shots each of 11 guys I find...adorable. They're all famous. Most of 'em are alive. A couple of them may be considered odd choices, I suppose.
(I just thought of two more...)
And...
And...
Okay...I know that was three guys, but I had just that one picture of Billy Jack, so I threw it in. Next!!
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Wanna know who else is panty-puddle gorgeous?
This guy.
Have mercy....Lord, I love his face.
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So far, so good...
No freakin' snow this morning.
Of course, the mercury in the old thermometer over there isn't even up to 30 degrees, either. But...as long as God has his damned dandruff under control, I'm fine. 20 minutes later....Okay...there are worse ways to start a day than with sn...sn...that crap. Insurance shit, fer instance. I think we just send them about $90 too much.I think.
I don't know. I know I have the stupid receipt from last time around here some damn place, but, I can't find it. Plus, it was a money order, already made out (of course) for the wrong amount and it woulda been too much aggravation for George to cash it, get a smaller one and mail that and he was waiting to leave for work. So, I just filled it out, stuffed it in an envelope, stamped it and away it goes. Besides...it's his cash...his deal. I guess overpaying them is better than owing them...lol.
Whatever. Have I mentioned I hate math? I wonder what the weather's supposed to be like today? I'm scared to try to find out. I'm still in 'attack mode' as far as seeing one of those lying weenie weather-putzs smirking about sn...snnn...that crap or it being freezing-ass cold.
Seriously...what the fuck is it that makes the weather around here suck so bad for so long? The elevation? Karma? What? Anybody have any idea? I wanna move to South Beach and be Armand and Albert's house-chick. I'll just fill in for Agador in the shit he can't do. Like cook. Or wear shoes.
(Guess what I'm watching....again...lmao)
Nathan Lane is so got-danged CUTE and I've loved Robin Williams since Mork and Mindy. This movie makes me feel so...safe, somehow. I can't explain it. I just love it. Okay...question...Anybody here a big enough Dwight Yoakam fan to own his videos...his musical videos, I mean? I have "Slingblade" and "Roswell", but what I'm talking about are his videos of his songs/videos. I have two. One is called "Pieces of Time", I think and I forget the name of the other one.
Anyway...one of them is this kinda connected-by-songs short film, in a way. In between (and during a few times) the songs, Dwight acted out these really weird scenes. In one, some dude named Toad steals his (Dwight's) distributor cap and takes off on a minibike with some old woman while Dwight shoots at him. (Told ya they were weird...) Anyhow, there's this other scene where Dwight is in an elevator going up to the 'Sugar Room' and the elevator operator is this person who is very strange and says Dwight's characters name really nasally and whiny..."Daaaaarrrryyyylllll" He's wearing a bathrobe and curlers or something on his head and I swear...it's Nathan Lane uglied up. But...I can not confirm that. I've looked in the credits on the video, the box it came in, the net...everywhere I can think of. So...I turn to you...
Does anybody own or has anyone ever even SEEN this video and know whether or not that is Nathan? On that note...I guess I'll go try to see what the forecast is without becoming enraged...maybe I'll get lucky. Peace.
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April 05, 2004
Un-fuggin'-believable....
Sooo...I've been up since around 2:30/3:00am, listening to the wind shriek like a banshee. Turned the heater up. Twice. I'm sitting here now, wrapped in a blanket, pissed.
I'm pissed because right after daybreak, I (stupidly) looked out the kitchen window and it was....it was...it was "s"-wording.
I got six kindsa pissed about that, lemme tell ya.
First of all...IT'S APRIL 5TH FER FUCK'S SAKE and WE JUST DID THE DST THING!!!
NOW CUT. IT. OUT!!!! Damn it!!!!
I swear to Sweet Jesus...when I get my license back, the VERY NEXT TIME I see one of those morons giggling through a snow forecast, I'm gonna drive to the studio and in front of the veiwing audience, God and everybody else, I'm gonna beat the living HELL outta them. Live. On TV.
I hate every one of you grinning assholes.
I hope you all rot.
Fucktards. Aaaanyway...I got to boppin' around, reading blogs and wound up deep in the archives of one of the excellently-cool chicks on my 'roll...Mac. She is...wow.
I've had her rolled for a while. I pop in every so often. She's a Philly blogger and it's kinda cool to see what the rest of this area is like. (I've got quite a few Philly bloggers rolled, actually....but Mac is...wow.)
So, I'm reading, laughing out loud at the idiots who make up Fishtown, wondering what on earth she's gonna have to blog about now that she and Mr. Fish have moved, when I see this. It was doing this same shit exactly 364 days ago. I'm beginning to think Pennsylvania is just stupid, or something. Does this state...oh, excuse me...commonwealth and it's weather not hafta recognize Spring like every where else in the world? I've been reading about how beautiful the weather is in fuckin' Minnesota!!! Here? Pfft. This shit is ridiculous. I was pissed earlier, I just wanted to jab forks in my eyes so I wouldn't have to see it, but now...Mac has calmed me down. Same shit, different year is all this is. Fuckin' stupid weather. Oh...and I love her notes to Mother Nature, too. Let me paraphrase: Dear Mother(fucker) Nature, You are a skanky crack-whore and I hope you die a horrible snowladen, frozen death.
Eat me, bitch.
You rot.
Oh...and FUCK YOU. Sincerely,
Me That's kinda how Mac does it.
I'm a little moooore...ummm...raw about it, though.
But, all that time putting up with her moronic neighbors back in the old 'hood has obviously mellowed her out a little about snow.
I wouldn't mention a mullet to her, though...lol.
(I actually LIKE mullets...I love hair, remember that whole guys/hair/shaving/WHY? thing I did that time? Well...I just feel like I need to say that not everybody who wears a mullet is a toofless, tanktop wearin' mouthbreather. (lmao...) Ya know...Eric, for instance? And, let me further extend that by saying his wasn't planned or anything. It's just that I like...no LOVE long hair on guys and he hates it in his face, so it's kinda the natural conclusion of our compromise. I swear.) Anyhow...how I've had Mac 'rolled for so long without knowing just how (fuckin') cool she is, is beyond me. Tell ya what...I've been wanting to go to Philly, but I'm one of those retards she talks about who'd end up in North Philly dead if I went by myself, soooo....I'm perfectly willing to trade her a day on my horse for a day in Philly that I'd actually survive. Anytime.
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April 04, 2004
Alrighty then...
The clock says it's just after 8:00am, which really still kinda means 7:00am in the scheme of things in the outside/animal world, so that's where I'm headed.
Both guys are still asleep. I think the dope who usually just haaaas to wake Eric up on his one day off is already feeding the cows, so I'm hoping I'm safe to leave the house. (I'm just gonna go on and post a "Touch this door and die" note up when I go...screw it.)
The sky is this pearly, silvery gray color and the birds out there are going apeshit with the singing. I've got the kitchen window wide open and I'm not cold and it smells sooo good.
I've got the Bee Gees loaded in the CD player and I'm already almost completely dressed. Still need to throw on the barn boots and a heavy shirt with huge pockets for all my shit (cigs, cell phone, CD's, CD player, lighter, etc...lol), then I'm outta here.
I hope I see critters. Lots and lots of critters. Don't care what kind..just alive is all that matters.
Just once I'd like to catch sight of the raccoon that leaves tracks the size of a medium-sized dogs paw prints. I'll bet he's huge and gorgeous. Just hope he ain't too fast...like me, in barn boots and mud, ya know? Lord, let's not even go there, okay? Although, being chased by an annoyed raccoon could be some gooood motivation to RUN!!! (As in 'my JLo ass off'...)
Look...if I hafta run, I'd just as soon be chasing Bret Hart or Micky Dolenz. I'll even still wear the barn boots (which, by the way, ain't those namby-pamby shoe things...these are nearly knee-high, psuedo-riding boots lookin' things and hea-vy..). All they'd really need to do is walk a little fast, then.
I can VIVIDLY remember this one time I tried that running shit. I was going from a small branch bank, across a small grassy area running right alongside Rt. 40, at the intersection where the Richmond's Ice Cream place and the gas station are. I had parked at the gas station, did my shit there, went to the bank and decided, like a moron, to run back to my car, 'cause it was cold.
Well. I ought not to have done THAT.
I was wearing boots, of course...Harley Harness boots, to be exact. The ground was frozen and not exactly like a golf course, ya know and I wound up doing what musta looked like some kinda fucked up combination of a somersault and a cartwheel and landed flat on my back...right along side Rt. 40, mind you, with about 42 cars lined up at the light.
I just laid there and covered my face with my scarf, til the light changed, all those people in those cars quit laughing and left.
I wasn't hurt, but, Gawd....
Every bit as much as Leif Garrett knows that he was made for dancin', all all all night long...I am also certain I was NOT made for running. Ever.
Not to even mention that shit is what killed Mr. Jogger-Dude, Jim Fixx.
Sometimes my brain scares me, too. Peace.
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Veddy interestin'.....
I seem to be verrry interesting to someone from Kailua Kona, Hawaii.
Hellooo....whoever ya are.Posted by: Stevie at 04:42 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Hmmm...
The Peach
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMf)
The Nymph
Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him. Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense.
DREAD: The False Messiah CONSIDER: The Loverboy, The Playboy, or The Boy Next Door Makes sense...Eric, being Gemini, is both the first and third choice rolled into one. Thanks, EricA
Here's the test...
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I think I just figured something out...
"Get a life."
When I say that about or to someone, to me it means that you're stickin' your nose too far into my business, as if your own life isn't enough to keep ya busy.So, when I say that, I guess it's just a nice way of sayin' "Fuck off." However.... I think when most other people say it, they more mean "How dare you have a non-stressed-to-the-gills-life like me? If you're not as maxed out in every way as me, it must mean there's something 'wrong' with you, not me."
They're just jealous and pissed off because they can't do it like you are. Damn. Now, nobody said that to me, or anything...at least not to my face. But, I figured someone would if I dared mention that I'm, like...freakin' out happy right now and why. But, I am. And, the thing that pushed me from "Everything's (just) okay" to "Yipee!!!" is so fuckin' goofy... Siiiigh. Fuck it....It's because I'm taping episodes of "Green Acres" and "The Brady Bunch" off the TV in the livingroom...(while I sit here watching "Animal House" on George's little TV/VCR combo.) I mean...everything isn't perfect...Eric still has to have a tooth yanked Monday and is still on antibiotics, George has his crap from the other day, I've got both of them to worry about on top of whatever, ya know? But...
It's (holy shit...I just realized this part)...it's about to go from 1am to 3am because of DST, which I love, because it means SPRING IS TOO HERE, DAMN IT, even if the stupid weather refuses to acknowledge it. I also have a pot of hyacinths, purple ones, right over my head, on top the this desk...Lord Gawd they smell so good. When I had them in my lap coming home from the store with them, I kept iiiiinhaling them, just like I do freshly opened tins of Copenhagen. I said to George it's as if they fill me with so much 'feeling good', they leave no room for the horseshit.
He said "Yep. You've got that Seasonal Disorder thing, sure as hell..." Sure must. The house is mostly clean, though I oughta do some wash...Eric is off tomorrow...All the animals are fine...I'm fine (knock on wood...*thunk, thunk, thunk...Ow, that hurts my skull when I do that*)...everything is cool AND I'm getting to tape some cool old shows I still love and watch. And...(Ouch, you silly little fuck!! My stupid kitten just this second came up and clawed the back of my thigh for reasons known only to her and God...punk.)..and, tomorrow I can
Kinda weird too, though. Nothing major has changed. I still hafta wait to get my license back...Eric's ex is still breathing...that crap is still there, but, for some reason...I now see the glass that looked half-empty about a week ago as a little more than half full. I can almost 'see it' laid out like a plan, looking back. I mean, things were pretty low in January, right around when Gia died. Then the rabbit, the cat, Jon doing his horse horseshit...ugh.
Then, David offered to do Tarot readings for people. So, I asked to be put on the list and he did it. I'll be fine. Then, I asked him if he'd read Eric's, because, really, that's what I worry most about. He did and Eric'll be fine, too. May not be really easy all the time, but we'll be okay.
Now, the day David sent my reading back, one of the things he said was to 'take the risk'. Well, I did that. He said "It'll be worth it." It was. The day his email arrived, I was going to go 'be judged' as to my worthiness to own Storm. I was scared after that last time, but David made me relax and open up a little and here the horse is.
How cool is that?
Now, spring is trying like hell to get here and, if I'm 'seeing' this clearly, having the horse now, having spring get here now...that'll make it easier for me to get the hell outta this house, get some excercise and get this JLo ass offa me by the time I get the old license back. Then, I take my smaller, way cuter little ass someplace nearby and get a job. Waitressing, preferrably. I can do that part-time, well-enough, to make enough cash to make it work and still have time for my LIFE. Hah.
God, won't THAT piss off just TONS of people....*snerk* Sounds like a plan, though, don't it? Think I'mina head in that general direction. See how far I can go. (Heh..both the computer and the cell phone just went from 1:00am to 3:00am, one seconds after the other. I got to watch both of 'em do it....Man, am I easily amused, or what?) Okay...now people have told me before, but...what it is again that is an adequate substitute for ephedra? By adequate substitute, I mean something 'internally thermal' that gives you energy, like that did. If it has to be a combination of shit, fine. I just need energy to get started and having that 'thermal' boost to my metabolism is priceless...it helps loads.
Energy and metabolism...I understand they're related and both self-perpetuating. I want that 'kick in the ass' to get a good start.
Momentum...use the 'downward' momentum to get up enough speed to crest...got it.
Even if it means without my ephedra....(stupid althetes). Anyway...I just had to get it in writing.... Yes...my life is pretty cool right now.
I actually, for a change, don't feel like the inside of me is made outta concrete...hard, cold, jagged edged and heavy. I feel....even. Level.
And, I don't wanna not be aware of one minute of it. I'd like to roll and dwell in it, the way the depression expected me to do before.
So...I think I'm gonna. Ya know...if it wasn't for you guys the other day, I'd still be locked in the bathroom or something over that snot at the clinic, but, thanks to you guys...that was pretty easy to throw off.
So, if anybody has any hints, tips, advice or whatever about how to lose an extra ass, with or (mostly) without ephedra in about 5 or 6 months (by the time I get my license back)...please feel free to let me know...I'm gonna keep asking til ya's do, anyway, dontchaknow. Nagging, coercing, bugging, asking, inquiring and such as to whether or not I've done any kind of excercise every day is also most welcomed. And, please don't let the occasionally bared teeth back ya off, either. I may cuss goin' out the door, but I'll hug you and say thanks when I get back.
(Yes, Eric...you too. If you wanna do it while using a chair and a whip, fine. Just do it, okay? I NEED you to...therefore I will not 'blame' or 'punish' you for it, as was done for all those years. Promise. Oh, and I'll also stop stuffing you with baked goods to try to get you to weigh as much as me, too, okay? If ya want, that is...*giggle*)
(Two years and he's still not there. Dude's got a hollow leg or some damn thing, I swear...) Peace, y'all.
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April 03, 2004
Great....sigh...
Barefoot- free, rebellious, and wild, you hate
boundries and rules. You tend to be on the
crazy side and often sweep people up along with
you. You are most likely the leader of your
group of friends.
What Kind of Shoe Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
I'm a shoe THAT DOESN'T EXIST!!! Think I may have this 'flying under the radar' shit down cold, then.
Either that, or I am seriously fucked up.
What kind of shoe am I?....BAREFOOT!?!?
Okaaaay. Figures. Found at Sketches....Hugs on ya, Sweetie!
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Wow...
Next time I get too deep into my own dumb shit, somebody please send me back here, okay?
Thanks, Greg.I needed that. Man.
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April 02, 2004
This one's kinda cool...
I decided to see how much I'm worth monetarily, just outta curiosity.
This is what it came up with.
We hope you can find somebody who is wealthy enough to afford you. (YO! MR. LOAN OFFICER!! C'MERE!!! I wanna TAWK to youuuuu, Dude!
I HAVE EQUITYYYYY!!!!) If ya wanna see how much you're 'worth'...go for it.
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Anudder one...
Take the quiz: "The Wildest, Craziest, Most Massive Quiz Ever!"
An Extremely Exotic Executioner
Omigawd! I survived the biggest, wildest quiz on the internet!
I thought it would never end! Now I am posting this Tongue-Twisting result to dare you to take it.
Can you survive it?
Cool.
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Welll...okay, but I'da rather been Adamsville, dang it...
Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"
Memphis
Belt Buckles and Boots. You'll give a hoot and hollar but you 'll never give up your core values.
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I need to remember this...
Not only was it said by the most gorgeous, most talented, cutest, bestest Monkee...
...it makes sense.
"Nothing had prepared me for the aftermath of the Monkees experience, and there really wasn't anything that could. Maybe I intuitively knew that the fall was going to come, and I was trying like hell to avoid it. But, you can't avoid it. You mustn't avoid it. If you have the nerve, you should actually use the downward momentum to gather up speed, like a roller coaster, in order to get back on top. If only life were as simple as a roller coaster."
Yeah...if only.
This, by the way, was borrowed from Micky's book 'I'm a Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music and Madness'...it's excellent and everybody should own at least two copies, in case ya read the printed word right outta one...or something.
This reminds me of an old post I did what seems like AGES ago. It was about that whole 'six-degrees-of-seperation' thing. It didn't come to anything back then, though.Maybe it will this time.
What I said was: If there's any truth to that shit, then it stands to reason that maybe someone who might see this may know someone who knows someone, who knows someone, who knows someone who knows Micky.
If that is the case, could whomever that winds up being please let him know that he's been my favorite Monkee since the 60's, I do "I'm a Believer" every single time I do karaoke and I get CHEERS for it, too, I think he's still utterly gorgeous and I said "Hi", please? Thank you. That is all. Except for this:
*swoon*
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