With a few minor corrections, I'd like to dedicate this snippet of song to my (%#$@&!!) Firebird....
*fffrrrnnnnn* (pitch pipe...)
Ahem....*deep breath*
"My eyes still get to adore you
Though I haven't laid a hand on you in over a year
My eyes still adore you
Like a million miles away from me, you couldn't see how I adored you, mostly 'cause looking at you right this second gives me gas pains, which contort my face...
So close, so close and yet so faa-aaar...." Actually, with just a word or two more changed, I really could say the same thing to my hair.... Instead of "in almost a year", make that "in two decades" and there ya go...
Now, I'm not really bitching about either of these deals. No, no... rather, what I am doing is "finding the humor"... I hope... *giggle*
Well, I crack me up anyway...
(My God, Stephen King is gorgeous. Watching "Pet Semetary". He was just the preacher-dude at Missy's funeral.... Man. Good looking guy....) Anyway...
With the hair, I just need some more layering on the sides. It's cute and all, but the 97 pounds of hairspray I need to beat it into submission and the multiple-having-to-recurl-it's are starting to lose their charm.... Again... almost there, just need a few details tweaked. (Oh Lord... Gage is about to get squashed. Worst part of this for me is Dale Midkiff's unearthly scream when it happens. Gives me goosebumps and sometimes even makes me cry to hear him.... Jeezzzus... here we go....
God. Whew... just goosebumps and a tingley scalp, this time. No tears. I'm fine.) (Well, yeah, that's debatable, but y'all know what I meant...) So, I can fix the hair. I have cash and two pictures of it on graduation day from high school. One is even of me curling it. My Dad was taking pictures that day. The one of me curling it... I looked at it today and noticed that there is an open beer (Mich) on the TV behind me in my bedroom. Wow. I forgot I drank beer before I graduated. I was such a (pseudo) redneck. (Little did they know what I had in the pocket of my Ag jacket both of those years. "Reds" vs. "Heads" indeed... pfft.) I was looking for my stupid yearbook, but I can't find it. I don't know where I've stuck it. Guaranteed, when I get back from the salon this time, it'll be laying in the middle of the damned floor, like "Here I am. What're ya, blind, bitch?" Stupid thing. I mean, it's only huge and padded for frick's sake. How do you "misplace" something like that? Be like "misplacing" a saddle, or something. I know it's around here somewhere, but I have those other two pictures, so piss on it. (Well now, THAT'S gonna be hard to do if I don't find it, ain't it?) Have ya ever had one of those days where you get on yer own nerves? I still haven't gone out on Storm to find my (also) missing (what is UP with this shit, anyway, damn it?) coffee cup from the other night, so, while I wait for a legal farm-truck-type THING to become available, I guess I oughta go do that. Alright, before I go, I really hafta say that those guys- Eric, Rob, George and Mark- kicked ass on that car yesterday. From what Eric said, they did what would take a shop about three days to do. I'm not as "up" on this shit as I'd like to be, so I don't know the true nature of what they did, I don't think. I've never gotten to do an engine installation from beginning to end. Every (single fuckin', got-damned) time I've had to have an engine replaced (can ya tell it's been more than once?), it went into a shop, disappeared for what felt like a year, cost me a mortgage to get back and usually STILL needed some things done.... MARIO!!!!! *rolls eyes* Aaanyway.... The guys were great, I love alla y'all for whatcha's did and the best part, for me, was seeing them all sit down and wolf some ribs-n-shit.
I love that. *beams* I still think it'd be cool to be a cook/Mom-type chick for a ranch fulla cowboys. The idea of taking care of (mothering- not fucking, of course) a buncha hard-workin' guys, feeding 'em, making sure they've got clean, good smellin' clothes, shit like that, would be such a cool "job". Either that, or being a forensic pathologist. Whichever. On that note...
I'm outta here. Peace
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Posted by: Bob at October 25, 2004 10:57 PM (OeJ1X)
Posted by: Stevie at October 25, 2004 11:26 PM (glSds)
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