It's alive!!!
Everything is fine... except I keep having the shudders over Dad's idea of my having run off to marry Bill... gah!
No, I haven't snapped and killed anybody either.(Yet.)
lmao....
Honestly, between getting the vapors over some of the shit I've said here in the past and it begin "found out" and getting spammed to death on old comments and having to work and Christmas-n-shit, I just haven't been in a very "writing" frame of mind.
I have tried a few times in the past few days, but there was A kid here, so that wasn't happenin'. Ever' danged time I started to come here, he'd start some noise-fest and I'd just go into the bathroom for a while... *giggle*Cool kid, for a kid and all, but still.... ya know? *rolling eyes* And, yeah, only one kid was here. Snotface, aka "Junior" refused to come up for the four days. Wouldn't say why, just flatly refused. Wouldn't even "face" his Dad by radio.
Dick.
Until such time as he yanks his head outta his ass, he can now officially
By the way... anybody "want" a horse?
Heh.
I'm not much surprised by this, either. If his own Dad isn't reason enough to show up, not to mention Aaron and the chickees around here, what the hell's a horse, right?
DUMB dick. Honestly, if Dads and horses mean nothing to this person, I'm not gonna be able to be much good to him because to me Dads and horses are just about EVERYTHING, so he'd best just go do his shit, extract his head from his ass, then try again.
Meantime... who? Let's see.... what else? The carport is done. George did it while he and Tiger were here the last few days. Looks good. Has siding, a storm door and a window and all. Still ain't having the rabbits and roosters out there. Cold is cold, if it goes on and gets cold, which it hasn't much yet, thank God.
Just back in off the horse, in fact. Work is fine. No problems there, except that one cook, but everybody hates him, so that's "normal", I guess. I was told we're gonna try to take up a collection to get him laid, as if that'd help, and I strongly suggested we go for a Real Doll as I wouldn't ask any female, scab encrusted prostitute or not, to do THAT. He's THAT disgusting. At least a Real Doll couldn't turn around and sue us for anything, ya know? Nor could she run off screaming, which I am convinced any live chick would do.
I personally would rather be hermetically sealed than hafta do that... if he was the last man on Earth, I'd kill myself.
Or him.
Whichever.
They really should use "being in a room with this asshole" as a stunt on Fear Factor. NOBODY'D get through that one. Christmas was okay. Didn't see even one of those shows from when I was a kid. I did, however, watch "A Christmas Story" and NatLamp's "Christmas Vacation" a few times.
Have ya ever had that damned Don Ho Christmas song from that movie stuck in yer head?
For fuckin' DAYS?
I have.
"Mulacka weekee maka is the thing to sayyyy on a bright, Hawiian Christmas Day...."
It's freakin' ENDLESS and I don't even know what the hell I'm singing in there. I don't know the real words, damn it, so my brain makes up new ones for the Hawiian ones every time. It's sick, man... sick.
If I ever meet Don Ho, I think I'm gonna kick him in the knee for this. Or do to his ukelele what Bluto did to the folkie's guitar in Animal House. I'll even say "Sorry" and shrug, just like Bluto. I swear. One of my cats without number had a kitten the day after Christmas, too. Erica, again. The one who freaked out last time and had a kitten on the fly out the window after biting me... remember that? Same cat. Only this time, the only way I knew she'd done anything was that she suddenly lost weight. Overnight, I mean. So, I looked in my closet, where I thought I'd heard her scratching around and sure enough, there it was.
A baby.
A-gain.
"Thank you Sweet-girl. Now, cut it out, please?" Then there's the lady at work who already has a 19 year old cat, who was given a furry terrorist for Christmas, who'd like to know if I could take said furry terrorist, since her "old lady" cat is NOT happy with this new
Which I need approximately as much as I need a dick growin' outta my forehead, but, what da fuck, right?
I just can't say "no" to an animal.
"You say you have a homeless giraffe? Bring it on over. That's fiiiine."
"A needy, rabid gerbil? Fine. I can handle it."
"A snake with a hysteroid personality? Bring it on, Dude."
"A plucked, live chicken? Suuuuurrrrre...." As long as it ain't human, I'll take it. I may not need it, true, but I also don't "need" the shit people put ya through and I never did see anybody worrying about my intake of THAT, soooo... just hush up now, ya know? What? You'd expect something else from a person who has a pigeon in the house? (Not to mention the 742 cats, two rabbits, two roosters, the parakeet, the rat and assorted field mice, which I also feed...) (Yeah, we still have the dogs, but they're "outside" dogs, thank Everything Holy.)
Believe me... just like I just told Storm a little bit ago... "Maaaan, if I could get you into the house... pffft. That'd be so cool..."
I would, ya know.
Have his big old hairy ass right in here, watching "The Monkees" or "Mr. Ed" with me, if I could. Matter of fact, the coolest house I could ever live in would be like the ones in Germany, that're attached right to the barns. Or, I'd love to live in the loft of a huge barn, with all my critters right "downstairs". Gawd, I'd love that. *sits, staring off into space for a few* That'd be so cool. Anyhoo... Holy shit. It just occured to me... this is the last day of '04. Damn. Don't feel like it, what with being able to run around without a coat and shit.
Oh hell, I suppose this means everything'll be closed again, tomorrow. *disgusted sigh* Ah well... after this it's over for another year, anyway. Thank God. I just randomly yanked out a tape without looking and it's "Fatal Vision". Whaddaya wanna bet I re-read the book soon, now? I canNOT believe this guy who plays Jeff McDonald is Mr. Brady in the movies.
Gary Cole must be one hell of an actor, to have such disparate roles and do them both so well. And, for the record (like anybody cares), I don't think Jeff did it. I think McGinness fucked him over with his book and this movie. But, flawed as it is, it did serve to get me and countless others, probably, interested in Jeff's predicament.
That he very well may be innocent of these crimes and has spent so much time in jail is an abomination. I read "Fatal Justice", too. There's a lot more to this than the gov't. would have you know.
Typical. Well, Eric just came in, went into the livingroom and then sounded like a Tourette's victim because of something the cats allegedly did. Guess I'd better go see what he's pissin' and moaning about, huh?
Men.
Gotta love 'em.
If ya didn't, you'd beat their asses, wouldn't ya?
Honestly..... Tawk to yiz later.... Peace, y'all. P.S. Just remembered something else. My Earthlink got shut off on me again, remember? I've been stuck with AOHell for about the last week or so. Well, I went ahead and sent Earthlink their money and figured I'd deal with their horseshit later on, sometime this coming week, maybe. I so was NOT looking forward to THAT shit, don'tcha know.
Well, guess what? They reconnected me without A WORD. No "reconnect fee" bullshit, no Darryl C. crap, either. Just reconnected me and left me alone.
How very wise of them.
Gawd, I'd love to see the "notes" on my account page.... *giggling maniacally*
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Happy New Year
Posted by: Grey Biker at December 31, 2004 07:31 PM (7lXfU)
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You know what? I have the PERFECT woman for your asshole cook. She is my ex sister in law, "the Cunt". She is nasty enough for him. Hell, I'd feel sorry for the cook after this crazy, crab infested crotch rot.
Posted by: Maeve at January 01, 2005 12:51 AM (6E1RR)
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Hi Babe,
I'm glad to see you're all right. I didn't fancy Bill as a son-in-law anyway...I got an E-mail from a guy I was in the Army with in Germany, and haven't seen since 1962. We've been sending notes back and forth for about two weeks. I told him I had no grandkids, but several animals of different species named after me over the past 40 years or so. And here you are mentioning the same thing. (At least you didn't mention the various animals I've had sex with....)Oh well.. Sometime in the next several months, we'll get your Christmas present to you...You probably never noticed how much I forget to do crap...
Love you,
Dad
Hi Babe,
I'm glad to see you're all right. I didn't fancy Bill as a son-in-law anyway...I got an E-mail from a guy I was in the Army with in Germany, and haven't seen since 1962. We've been sending notes back and forth for about two weeks. I told him I had no grandkids, but several animals of different species named after me over the past 40 years or so. And here you are mentioning the same thing. (At least you didn't mention the various animals I've had sex with....)Oh well.. Sometime in the next several months, we'll get your Christmas present to you...You probably never noticed how much I forget to do crap...
Love you,
Dad
Posted by: haveayen at January 01, 2005 01:36 AM (UzFjp)
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lmbo... Hiya Dad!
You just coming up and hangin' out for the day is enough of a gift, ya know....
Bring Norm the Third and there's the bow on the gift, too.
And, is THAT where I get my "early onset Alzheimer's" from? Wow. All this time, I've been blaming the smoke...
Actually, the late Christmases are kinda cool. Sure does relieve the pressure, knowing I can do it later. For instance, this year, we were all freakin' out about the kids, one of whom declined to show, so fine. Saved some cash there. Then, I knew there's an insurance payment coming up on the 7th. That's taken care of, as are the rest of the bills (for now), so Eric and I are *almost* ready to do Christmas for each other... *giggle*
Only problem is, I can't think of anything I want that I don't have... except utterly insane shit, like independant wealth or a lawyer for Eric, which is actually redundant, no? (The reason I want the independant wealth is to be able to afford said lawyer for him...) Or, the bitch in Joisey could just do the decent (and much less expensive) thing and crawl into a bush and die.
Whichever.
I'm flexible.
In the meantime....
When ya comin' over... when ya comin' over?
*bouncing in chair*
You just coming up and hangin' out for the day is enough of a gift, ya know....
Bring Norm the Third and there's the bow on the gift, too.
And, is THAT where I get my "early onset Alzheimer's" from? Wow. All this time, I've been blaming the smoke...
Actually, the late Christmases are kinda cool. Sure does relieve the pressure, knowing I can do it later. For instance, this year, we were all freakin' out about the kids, one of whom declined to show, so fine. Saved some cash there. Then, I knew there's an insurance payment coming up on the 7th. That's taken care of, as are the rest of the bills (for now), so Eric and I are *almost* ready to do Christmas for each other... *giggle*
Only problem is, I can't think of anything I want that I don't have... except utterly insane shit, like independant wealth or a lawyer for Eric, which is actually redundant, no? (The reason I want the independant wealth is to be able to afford said lawyer for him...) Or, the bitch in Joisey could just do the decent (and much less expensive) thing and crawl into a bush and die.
Whichever.
I'm flexible.
In the meantime....
When ya comin' over... when ya comin' over?
*bouncing in chair*
Posted by: Stevie at January 01, 2005 02:56 AM (7F5h9)
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