Wednesday April 30, 2003 [10:02pm] Pregnant boy? I felt bad for this poor kid. They thought he had a tumor and it turned out that he was housing his dead twin brother that was feeding off his blood. Yuckola! If he hadn't blended with his insides they would have been siamese twins.
"Hey honey, you want to meet my brother?" Lifts his shirt and you see two eyes staring.
"Eeeek." She screams.
"Don't worry. He doesn't bite. He never grew teeth."
[2:02pm]
Seems like fake lesbians just ain't doing for people. t.a.T.u. sales are only a fraction of the 10,000 ticket they have available. Hmm, fake teenage russian lesbians. You would think that every guy, well all over the world would represent. I guess that one mild hit, whatever the hell it is ain't doing it for folks. Frankly if it weren't for the lesbian thing I wouldn't even know who they were. Their song, well it's a blah who gives a fuck song. When I think of tatu I think of the midget, oops little person from Fantasy Island. I would pay to see him in concert singing and dancing. But he's dead so there's no chance of that.
Tuesday April 29, 2003 [12:18am] Coming soon Michael Jackson tells all in his daily blog!
Yeah well if that day were to ever come I wouldn't give a fuck, but I'd read it anyway. Seems like celebrities don't have enough with their, well celebrity. They even have to hog the spot light from little losers like myself that want to blog everyday and have people read their unexciting lives. Moby got one. Now so does Beck. Why couldn't it be someone more interesting? Like those t.a.t.u. chicks. I sure would like to know what they are doing backstage. Probably nothing anyway. You people know that they aren't really lesbians right?
Monday April 28, 2003 [1:46pm]
Feels like forever since I have posted. It's only been a frigging weekend. But that is to tell you how addicted I am.
I am not doing any memes today. Not because I don't feel like it. The questions just suck.
Maybe I should make up my own questions. But only the owners of memes get to answer.
1. Why do you ask questions that I don't give a fuck about?
2. What was the color of your puke when I punched you in the belly for asking me what I had for lunch, again?
3. Did your mom bore you with too much mudane television and that is why the creativity has been sucked out of your brain?
4. If you were to fall out of a plane and you forgot your parachute would you cry? And would anyone cry for you?
Yeah, and I will call that my Fuck You Four. I even made a banner so you can link to me.
Friday April 25, 2003 [1:57pm]
There seems to be some retarded malfuctions going on with the site. I have not been able to properly update my Bitchfest since yesterday. Is it upseting me? Fuck yeah. But I can't bad mouth a certain host because they make sure if you say anything bad it won't be posted. So I have to grin and bare it. Or is the bear it? Bar it? Breo it? Whatever... I got to take it until I get off my ass and get Bitchfest another home. Or rather all of Escapism.
Thursday April 24, 2003 [4:24pm] NOW, Double-Homicide, and the Laci Peterson CaseThe head of the National Organization for Women's Morris County chapter is opposing a double-murder charge in the Laci Peterson case, saying it could provide ammunition to the pro-life lobby.
"If this is murder, well, then any time a late-term fetus is aborted, they could call it murder," Morris County NOW President Mavra Stark said on Saturday.
Prosecutors in California announced Friday their intention to charge Scott Peterson, 30, of Modesto, both with killing his wife and their unborn son. Laci Peterson was eight months pregnant when she disappeared Dec. 24.
So do I think the fucker should be charged with commiting a double homocide? Hell yeah. This was not an abortion. Laci Peterson did not choose for her child to be killed. The man took her life and a soon to be born baby. Fuck that pro-life bullshit. That has no place in a murder case. I think that even if she had been three months pregnant and he stabbed her in the belly causing her baby to die, and not her he should be charged with murder.
[11:49am]
Why don't more people have bunnies for pets? This is why. Oh yeah and they stink to high heaven.
Wednesday April 23, 2003 Creed Fans Sue Band Over Show
Hey look at that another bratty unsatisfied customer sues. That's the American way. You don't get what you want, sue and get money for it even if you don't deserve it. Rather, especially because you don't deserve it.
Big surprise, a singer hopped up on something gives a bad performance. These people want their money back for the ticket, traveling expenses and parking fees. What no pain and suffering $$$?
The lawsuit alleges that Ticketmaster, Stapp's bandmates (Mark Tremonti and Scott Phillips) and the band's management forced Stapp to take the stage to avoid a potential riot by disgruntled fans.
What's the dif, they would have been angry, rioted and sued if he hadn't taken the stage. Or even better, sued because by him not taking the stage it was his fault people rioted and got hurt.
People make me sick.
[4:17pm] Baby teeth revealed as source of stem cells.
Great, now we are going to have scientists running around snatching your kid out of your arms to see if they can find a loose tooth. It seems like these day children are just being bred so that they can keep the old alive. If we use all of the resources children have who will we have left to keep alive. Why can't people just accept it? Birth, disease, old age and death. It kinda sickens me how stem cell research uses embryos. Those embryos could be people. Same people we are trying to cure, or will eventually cure or could have cured, could have lived a long life people. Kill would-be people to help people. I don't like it. I feel like I should put bars on my windows so that we can't be harvested for our parts.
[12:30pm]
Turns out that below those are last weeks questions. So of course I have to get on the ball and do this week questions. ha-ha
1. What if you awoke one morning to discover that, overnight, everyone else in the world had perished, leaving you to be the sole human on the planet?
Do I still have internet access?
2. What if you awoke one morning to find that, overnight, you'd transformed into a member of the opposite gender (if you're a guy, you woke up as a girl, and vice versa)?
Being a gal, now a guy, I would run out and find a girl real quick. I am so seriously curious as to how sex is from a male point of view. And I want to see if I will roll over and fall asleep just as quick.
3. What if you awoke one morning to find that you were living in the year 3003?
I'd go find Buck Rogers and George Taylor and we'd go to a bar and laugh about the past and the geeks of the future, cuz we're cool.
4. What if you awoke one morning to the realization that you had somehow lost all four of your limbs?
Well first I'd roll myself out of bed, roll down the hall, to the kitchen and most likely drink out of the dog's bowl. Then I'd smile because I would be eligible to receive disability checks and wouldn't have to go back to work. I would look like the Dad from The Oblongs. Now I just have to find me a family equally as freaky.
5. What if you awoke one morning to discover that everyone in the world looked exactly the same... including you?
I'd be fine as long as they all looked like Orlando Bloom or Vin Diesel. That just means that there is at least one of the OB or Vin look-a-likes out there that are willing to sleep with me. And if that didn't happen I would look in the mirror ogling myself... damn you're hot!
[11:55am]
I know you're saying to yourself not another fucking meme. That's right fucker, another one. You want a blog full of intellegent content go somewhere else. Dumbshit only! Oh yah and a whole lot of bitching. Ok granted I haven't bitched as much as I should... later. On to the questions.
1. What if you fell in love with someone who insisted that the two of you live happily ever after... on a houseboat?
Then I'd buy some floaties... I can't swim for shit, and I would probably drown but I have the love of my life to save me over and over again.
2. What if you could brew a potion to make anyone you want fall in love with you, but you would know it is a magical love and not true love?
I would take the recipe and drop it in the sewer. I want true love, not zombie love.
3. What if you could create the perfect man/woman for you to love?
Same as above. If I have to create them then it's not real. Besides I'm lazy. I want ready made perfect person. All I should have to do is pop open the top, shake out the wrinkles, instant perfect-for-me you!
4. What if your lover wanted to spend their entire life in a single town and never see the rest of the world?
Hey honey, I'm going to pop off to Hawaii for the week. Bring you back a lai okie? *smooch*
5. What if you could look into the future and see the man/woman with whom you would one day fall in love and marry -- would you leap at the chance, or leave it to be a surprise adventure?
I want to know all about it but I want it to a complete surprise.
[1:37am]
Tomato is what I taste like.
I taste like nothing, except a tomato. I'm sometimes sweet and sometimes tart; sometimes juicy, sometimes crisp. The roles of a tomato are many and varied. I am an exception to all the rules. What Flavour Are You?
[1:50pm]
I had never heard of blogs before August of last year. But it seems like everyone and their mother has one. I infact have three separate blogs. I have encounter very interesting blogs as well as dull as shit that makes you wonder why the hell people bother.
I naturally assumed that when I came across an abandoned blog that it was some lazy ass who could no longer handle the daily task of thinking of something to say. But I found an article on Wired that was about blogs that were left behind by someone who died. Their friends and family would leave messages about how much they missed them, how they touched their lives and how that void can not be filled.
I never really thought about it much but if I were to shove on this would be what people that knew me would have left. Hmm, that's kinda scary. All they would have is me bitching about dumbass shit. Well, then I guess that's alright. That's all I do anyway.
I am such a sap. I couldn't help crying when I read Bex's Journal, she died January of last year.
Posts From Alt.suicide.holiday. Er... I don't even know what to say about this. Reading Ivan Noble's Tumour Diary and his battle to live it seems a little selfish to see people wanting to take their lives.
Monday April 21, 2003 [11:35pm]
I think my Weather Pixie has lost her mind. She got her little umbrella popped open but I just looked out the window and there is no rain in sight. It is dry out there.
[6:30pm]
Birth, Disease, Old Age and Death. These are the things that we are certain to experience in this lifetime. Sars is killing off people left and right. It's just a matter of time before more and more people start dying, it's going spread throughout the world. I feel anxious the way I did when AIDS was first spreading. I was only ten, living in Panama and we had just gotten our first three cases. I was scared for my mom because she was a nurse and I didn't want her to die. Now I am an adult and deadly deseases don't scare me any less. I hate this feeling. But as human being this is what we constantly have to live with. We are constantly under attack. Be it from other human beings or viruses that invade our bodies, taking over, either crippling or killing us. I can only hope that when I leave this body I won't return to another one just like.
[6:15pm]
I am fucking tweakin'. I am trying to do this site for my friend and the design I made is just falling apart. Why? Who the fuck knows. I did a menu in PhotoShop. It looked great. I saved it, uploaded it and half of it is there. Where is the rest? Er... don't know. Grrrr. Grrrr. Grrrrrrrrr. Friggin' friggin' hell hell! So what do I have to do? Sit my ass down and work on it again. Will it look the same? Have as much heart? No. I think I am going to take a break. Besides I haven't bitched enough this week. I need to bitch... maybe in a bit. I am going to go lay on the couch and watch Blue's Clues.
[3:53pm] Daily Zen: Tell us a story behind your blog/journal "username"/domain! Or what does it mean? (ie. http://daily-zen. blogspot.com)
Bitchfest? Well I think it speaks for itself. I bitch alot. A lot a lot. And it's always (to me anyway) a big production. So my blog couldn't just be Me Bitching or a Bitchorama. Fest... yes. A Bitchfest. Grand.
Bitchfest is just a part of my site Escapism. That is pretty simple. This is where I go to escape the real world. In here I can be anything, I can do anything. I can say anything. I leave it all behind and dive into a world of dreams and fantasy. It is what I make it.
Saturday April 19, 2003 [11:24PM]
Todays's Sexy Saturday Questions:
Have you ever participated in a threesome? If you haven't, would you want to? Would you prefer there to be 2 guys or 2 girls? Explain why.
Yes, quite by accident if you can believe that. My best friend's cousin had gotten married, very small wedding. We went back to their place and started celebrating hardcore... tequila. Everyone left so it was just my friend, the bride and groom and me. Since it was late she and I were going to stay over. The four of us were watching movies, some how the movie ended up being some erotic skinamax type flick. Bride and groom got hot and bothered, began fooling around and at some point they turned to me. I went with the flow. Then I came to my sences and realized my friend was there, watching. So I stopped. But not before way too much happened. She was cool about it and didn't even bat an eyelash. Like I said, it was an accident.
1. An elderly friend is lonely. He talks in an endless monologue. Do you continue the friendship out of sympathy?
I would countinue the friendship because we are friends, not out of pity or duty. Everyone has their days when they just dribble on and on. I would try to find a way to break the monotony.
2. On a cold spring day, you drive through a puddle and soak a pedestrian. Do you stop to make mends?
I would actually stop, of course this is after I laugh my head off in the car. Hopefully I have a towel.
3. You think your "ex" is lower than a snake. Do you show your kids how you feel about their parent?
Er... sorta been there. I would never do that. In the kid's eyes they see nothing but love and I wouldn't want to disrupt that. Even though I am sure the occasional, "Damn he's an ass." Would slip out. I would just have to say, "Oops, mommy's just kidding honey."
[2:06am]
Fucking pig. Fucking pig. They found her and her baby. Poor Laci Peterson killed by her husband. Why? For what? He was having an affair. Fine. Then leave you fucking pig. Why kill her and the baby? She was eight month pregnant. Why kill them? Because he doesn't want ties to his past? Because he wants to leave them behind and never look back? I hate... I hate these stupid selfish murders. He should be stoned with small rocks for hours and hours, letting him live in pain until it finally kills him. I don't hope he dies a slow horrible death. I hope he lives and is tortured for the rest of his useless little life. Fucking hell.
It is scary how you don't know. I mean she thought that this man loved her and she was going to spend the rest of her life with him and their child. She mostly likely never saw it coming. He killed her. Without a thought about her or her family he told her life. How does someone get the balls to do something like this? How does someone disregard how precious life is and snuffs out the light in a human beings eyes? I don't understand it.
He took two lives and lied to her family and every human being that prayed for her safety. I don't want to write anymore. It's making my stomach hurt and my eyes tear.
[12:55am]
There are times that I just can't find the right word to insult someone. There are so many racial slurs out there and sometimes my mind just draws a blank. Thank God there is help for people just like me. The Racial Slur Database has it fully covered. They even provide reasons and origins so that I can use my racial slur correctly. Thanks RSDB.
Friday April 18, 2003 [11:00pm]
This one is for real. I shouldn't have one. Yep, I got one. A gray hair. I am not happy. I am starting to get old. I don't want gray hair, at least not yet. I wanted to keep the gray at bay at least another 3 or 4 years. But there it is, right in front. Sticking out like a knife in my skull. I know I shouldn't be worried about it, everyone gets them. But I don't want one. Damnit! Next thing you know I am going to get wrinkles. Fucking wrinkles. Maybe this gray will disapear like the one I found almost two years ago. That one fell out and never came back. Or maybe it is the same one that is sprouting in different places on my head just to freak me out. Great, I have a pranster gray hair. Bastard! I am not going to pull it out either. Let it sit there. I am going to pretend I don't even see it. Why couldn't appear in the back of my head, I never look there. Oh my God... maybe I do and I jus haven't seen them. *sigh* Forget it. I just have to accept it. I am getting old, even though I still look 18. Great. I don't get respect because people think I am young and I still have to get gray hair and look old at the same time. Bloody grays!
[3:37pm] Photo Friday - The Weekly Photography Challenge - Water
This is the toilet with my reflection. I took this photo this morning and was originaly taken for The Mirror Project, it's part of a group I did in bathrooms.
When rain would be helpful there is none... oh well bathtub works too.
[12:23am]
Can you say jack ass? Rodney King was in the news again, crashing his car into a house at 100 mph under the influence. It seems that this isn't the only time after his beating by the police, that he has been intoxicated while driving. It has happened several times in fact. So my beef is why are they not revoking this guy liciense? Why is he still allowed to drive his new 2003 SUV? All I can think of is that the police is now afraid to take any action against this guy. They say that if he is under the influence they will press charges. I guess we have to wait and see what the results of the blood test will be.
I still don't understand why this man continues to drink and get high, jump into a car weaving in and out of traffic knowing that he is going to be pulled over by the cops. Is he looking for another beat down? Maybe he is just looking for another headline. I have no idea. The stupidity of this man amazes me. I have no doubt that we will be hearing in a year or two that he crashes into another house.
Thursday April 17, 2003 [1:24am]
Just great. As if I didn't worry about being stupid now it seems like using spellcheck software programs ar just helping to make me dumber. In Pittsburgh they did a study of students, writers and editors and it seems that by using the programs they get lax and end up not only making spelling errors by gramatical as well. But spell check is my friend... it shouldn't be making me dumber. I need it damnit! I refuse to give it up.
[12:49am]
Why in the hell does David Hasselholff have a career? Ok so he did Knight Rider in the 80's, which I was totally guilty of watching... but what do you want I was eight? Then there was Baywatch... er... why? I have no need to see his man titties jiggling with each step. Then it just got worst. The singing... oh God the singing. He's been dreaming of freedom... (you know that song he sang when the Berlin wall came down while wearing a decorated light up jacket). And now they are doing a Knight Rider movie. He was too bloody old for Baywatch and that was ten years ago. What the hell is he going to do now? That car had got to be the fucking bomb to make Hasselhoff look cool. The man never stops. I give it to him though he sure can beat a dead horse.
The District of Calamity
(1) A 43-year-old man was murdered at 9 a.m. on Jan. 31 at a gas station on a busy street in Washington, D.C., to utter indifference by a fellow gas-pumper, who (according to the surveillance tape) stared at the body, finished pumping and drove off. (2) A 911 call on a fatal house fire in Washington on Jan. 6 was not picked up for several minutes (as many as 40, said some residents) because five operators had gone temporarily off-duty without permission. (3) A new, part-time Washington, D.C., high school coach was accused of fondling two students in January. He had been convicted on a sex charge in 1994 and his file marked "do not rehire," but this time, two principals did not bother to check his file. [Washington Post, 2-14-03] [Washington Post, 3-7-03, 2-13-03] [Washington Post, 2-14-03]
Now after reading that no one can say that New York is screwed up. DC houses the people that run our country. Yet still they let this small city run down in the ground. That does not make sence to me. From what I understand DC is as corrupt as you can get. It seems like it is as ghetto as you can get to. Maybe they are trying to give Detroit a run for their money.
Tuesday April 15, 2003 [11:31pm]
So I was able to come online after all. But for some reason my mouse is tweeking. It has been working fine up until now. At least I am able to be online. I left my disks at home so I can't work on shit, but that ok. I'm bloggin' and that makes me happy. Happy blogger, happy blogger...
Yeah I realize really have nothing to say. Dum di dum dum... you still here? Hmm, well we can talk about the weather. Weather Pixie says it's a nice 72 degrees. Hmm... ok this isn't working for me. I think you and I... our magic we have lost it. We don't talk about things the way we used to.
Shhhh... don't talk it's best to leave things as they are. You should leave, go to bed. And one day... mostly likely tomorrow, we will find those words we once had. Good bye for now.
[2:36pm]
I'm already twitching because I won't be able to go online tomorrow. I promised my cousin I would go out to Long Island and take care of her two kids. Their computer is tweeking and isn't even hooked up to the internet. I think they mean to drive me mad. Hmm, maybe I will take my own tweeking laptop and I will at least be able to go online even though my keyboard doesn't work. But I can use their keyboard. Hmm, this is looking up. Maybe I will be able to go on after all. That's really all I care about. If I can't go online my brain freezes and I can't function properly. Don't make fun of me you geek! Cuz you know it happens to you, you just don't want to admit to it. Besides now that I am blog happy I don't want to go a day without blog-bitching and voyeur-blogging.
[2:10pm]
While trying to take a few shots of this old timer barber shop yesterday I was yelled at by the owner that it was illegal to take pictures of his shop,
he was going to call the cops on me...yadda yadda. Anyway for the first time in my life I found myself responding in a non bitchy way. I apologized to the old guy and told him I was just photographing his shop for fun and that there was no malice intended. At first he slammed his door, then he opened it saying that he was just worried because when people photograph your place they are never up to no good. I don't know what he thought I was going to do holding a kid in my arms and a baby carriage by my side. I just thought the place looked cool. I didn't even get the photos I wanted.
I mean do men still get these hair styles?
In Jersey City these do. There was a beauty shop that was two blocks down from this place and you should see the styles in their window. Big hair is still in here in JC.
Anyway I just thought it was funny how I didn't give it to this guy. I am mean and days gone by I would have made him cry. Instead I told him to relax (and not in my usual nasty way) that it was just for fun. I even offered to erase the pictures if he wanted. He said don't bother,"You already have them in your film..." He said in a thick who knows from where accent. I think I am going soft. Maybe it's just cuz I had the kid in my arms but I don't think so. I didn't even get angry. I am always angry. What is happening to me? Am I losing my edge? *sigh* This can't be a bitchfest if I am not bitchy and not bitching.
[12:55pm]
I think after reading this article from Yahoo News I will never (maybe just a little) worry about politicians here in the States. The Great Sasuke, a pro wrestler turned politician vows never to take off his mask, whether he remains in office or not. Hmm... and this guy won?
This just proves the stupidity of man. They elect this goof into office. Maybe he will do a good job, who knows. But most likely he was elected because people liked the way he kicked ass. I can't even go into how stupid I think people are. It has left me stunned. A dope in a mask. You don't know his real name. Never seen his face...*sigh* and he is going to handle the affairs of the community. Actually I don't have to call them stupid, that speaks for itself.
I don't know what he is doing in this, but I found that The Great Sasuke is in a adult movie. Once again, they elected this guy in to office. Er... why?
[12:29pm]
Bill Cosby might jump on the band wagon and have a new show called Retards Say The Darnest Things. Instead of laughing at what ordinary kids have to say, it's retarded kids. But until he has his show up and running you can go to The Tard Blog where a special ed teacher tells about her day with her retarded students. Damn those tards are so funny! I'm sure alot of people are offended, but they need to get over it. Even little retarded kids or tards as she calls them can be comedians. Even if they don't know it. Then most people are funny when they don't know it.
Monday April 14, 2003 [10:14pm]
I see so many dying blogs. I shake my head, feeling sad wondering, what will become of these poor poor blogs. Now they have a place.
Davezilla's Fucked Weblog is where these dead blogs can rest in peace. Seen a blog hanging on since Feb. 2002? Help put it out of it's misery.
[9:27pm]
Has it really gotten to the point where people are even to lazy to come up with their own ideas for blogs? Blog Ideas gives you things to write about in your blog. Isn't the whole point of a blog to speak your mind? Why would you need someone to feed you ideas? If you don't have the drive to sit at your computer and ramble on about shit that no one even cares about then you have gotten to a point in your life when you should call it quits. Your brain is obviously empty and at some point it died but forgot to share it with you. You are the walking dead, go dig a grave and lie in it. Man even that would be interesting to write about. Dead beats!
[12:11pm]
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1. Which one pet that you've owned in your life was/is your favorite? Why?
My dog Kim. She was a chihuahua that I adopted from a kennel I worked in. Her owner died. No one else wanted her because she was old and would pee on the floor even after you walked her. She was hunchback and pigeon toed. She shivered all the time. I had a friend who called her the living dead. Dispite all that seemed wrong with her she was wonderful and loving. I would put her in my bag and carry her everywhere. Restuarants. Movies, you name it we went. At night we would curl up together and sleep. She was my best friend and I miss her. She was 11 or 12 when she died 3 years ago and it almost destroyed me.
2. What one thing have you always wanted to try, but have been too afraid to? Do you still want to try it?
I always wanted to be in a band. I sang in a couple of high school and went on about 3 auditions for bands but I would get such bad stage fright that I would screw it up by using my tiny voice. I wish I would have fought harder against my fear and just tried harder. I sucked it up and went skydiving even though I am extremely afraid of heights. Being on stage still scares me. But I still would like to try.
3. If you could invent something, what would you invent? Give it a name...
I would invent a device that makes me bitch louder and harder.... I would call it The Bitchanator! <---Must have exclaimation mark.
I actually really liked these questions. It made me think about things I had placed in the back of my mind.
Sunday April 13, 2003 [11:42pm]
I went to Robin Knits' blog and she had a link to the Colossal Squid article. You think that horror movies make this shit up but these things are true to life. There are big... no huge... gi-fucking-gantic squids out there that can strip a sperm whale of their skin (I don't know that as fact), they have these huge beaks and tentacles with hooks. And people still want to go in the water? Psh, not me broda. And they say this frigging thing is only two thirds grown. I am starting to think that the gigantic alligator does live in the sewers of NYC.
[10:15pm]
I can't stand... no I hate people who are liars and try to pass the buck and say others are liars. "You lied to me." They say. They do sneaky things, run behind your back to check if you are lying and lie to your face about it. And they will still say you are a liar. You are the evil one. You are the liar. You are the phony. You and every one like you. Your life is worthless and everything you do in your life will be poison. You will decay. You will be lonely. And everything you touch will turn to shit.
[1:11am]
I know that I am going to get bored of doing these. But for now they seem like fun. They seem to be every frigging where. Anyway here goes the Sunday Twenty Questions:
1. What is the furthest you've ever travelled?
Spain for spring break.
2. Which meal is the one you cook best?
Panir (homemade cheese) Burgers. Totally vegetarian. So fucking good.
3. Where do you buy most of your clothes?
Old Navy. Their jeans fit me well.
4. What is your home town famous for?
It's New York, the question is what is it not famous for. These days we are all too known for Sept 11th.
5. What was your best subject at school?
English/Writing... amazingly I suck at it now.
6. What sort of music would you never listen to?
There is nothing I won't listen to. I even dig Klingon Opera.
7. Is there anything you would never eat?
I'm a vegetarian so anything with a face. And a few things you can't figure out which end is their face.
8. How many languages can you speak? What are they?
Two, spanish and english... if what I do you can call speech... Cuz I can fug up a language.
9. Which sport do you like playing or watching the most?
My fave sport to play to is called remote controling. Quite popular in the US and other countries. Maybe you've heard of it. These days I watch football and basketball. *Redskins & Wizards!*
10. Can you play a musical instrument? Which one(s)?
Can you call what I did playing? The recorder... haven't touched one in years.
11. What is the worst illness/injury you've ever had?
I was hit by a car and injured my knee. I know when it's going to rain. Eh? Can you do that with your knee?
12. Which blogging tool do you prefer?
Blogging tools? They have tools?
13. What was the last charity you gave to?
I'm so broke charities give me money.
14. How many romantic relationships have you had?
Er... I have a daily blog, I'm online all the time... what do you think?
15. Where was the last restaurant you visited? Sanctuary, best vegetarian restuarant in NYC. Lots of food too. Yum.
16. Have you ever seen a band live? Which one?
A bunch, I can only think of Atari Teenage Riot right now for some reason.
17. Which famous person would you like to meet? Why?
Duh... Elvis... cuz it's Elvis.
18. Have you ever been on television?
Yeah, Good Day New York. I was on with Betty Shabazz, very cool. She was a nice lady. I was very impressed and tongue tied.
19. Have you ever stayed overnight in hospital?
Yeah, and they gave me this 7 pound 13 oz person to take home. I liked her so much I kept her.
20. What is your ultimate ambition?
To enjoy my life to the fullest extent. It sounds corny but it's true. If I have to trample on all you fuckers to do it... well, gee sorry.
Now that I look at all these questions I think who the fuck cares? I actually skim them when I have come across them on other peoples blogs in the past. So why the fuck would you want to read mine. Well besides the fact that I am so much more interesting than those fuckers. Ok never mind I answered my own question.
It's all about me anyway right? So who cares whether it's in the form of dumb assed questions or me bitching about shtuff. Hmm, I think I lost it again. I'll just do them every once in a while. They seem distracting.
The big issue is that I must bitch. I can't bitch enough in question and answer mode. Maybe I'll do a little pull down, that way it's not blocking my important bitching and if you want to read it you can. But, psh why wouldn't you want to read. It comes from me, and it's about me. Sorry I must have gone mad for a second. Like you wouldn't read it! Psh... crazy.
Saturday April 12, 2003 [12:24pm]
David was talking about how they should bring back the word Honky. I agree. I mean white people should embrace and take their word back. You see two white people on the street, they hug, and say:
"Well, hi there you son of a gun Honkee."
And the other says:
"My God is that you, rascal Cracka."
It just fits. They would feel more at home with each other, and the words that other races call out to be demeaning could no longer hurt them.
1. You're late for a meeting but your path is blocked by an endless funeral procession. You see a gap. Do you dart through it?
You damn right. Have you ever been behind a funeral procession? Besides I'd be gone before they knew any different. I am outta there!
2. The teacher asks if you wrote your son's history essay. Your son claimed he did it but the teacher's right. Do you admit it?
Never. As far as I will go is to say that I helped him. If I was stupid enough to write it I should continue with the lying and cover it up.
3. The only other occupants of the sauna are an attractive young couple giving each other a massage. They offer to include you. Do you accept?
Free massage. Two hot people. Yeah I'd say yeah. Unless they wanted to get it on, then I'd have to skip town.
Friday April 11, 2003 [7:16pm]
Site of the minute: NYC Bloggers. It's a list of NYC bloggers or those of us that are from NYC or are no longer living there. *sigh* I am a Jersey gal now. But I will always be a Brooklyn girl. Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Always Funky Fresh!
Yeah and my mum wished I would trek out to Brooklykn more often. I'm trying... really I am. But I'm a shut in remember? Don't look at me that way... I visit!
[3:18]
How much can you really talk and write about how much you love Christ? I don't know but this guy seems like he is gonna try.I Love Christ
Now that I read more of it, it's kinda sad. This dude seems to be going through something. I am thoroughly depressed now. I feel bad for the guy. He's broke as shit, on the run. But at least he manages to check in to his blog.
[12:41]
Site of the minute: Suicide Girls Tattooed half naked chicks with journals. Cool.
[11:27am]
It is time for The Friday Five. Here are today's questions and answers:
1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Gloria Estefan at Madison Square Garden. My cousin and I were walking by and the Hot 103 (now Hot 97) van was sitting outside MSG waiting for the someone to find them and claim tickets. My cousin, who was always quite the hottie, knew one of the guys. That wasn't unusual since they flocked to her. She was hot, and sweet. Anyway no one showed up to win the contest. I think you had to find the Hot 103 guy and say a phrase. Whatever. He gave us the tickets and at 14 that was my first concert.
2. Who is your favorite artist/band now? India.Arie. If I listen to her album any more I think she is personally going to jump off the album cover and snatch the cd out and snap it in half.
3. What's your favorite song?
At the moment, Beautiful by India.Arie
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
Cello. Beautiful deep rich sound.
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Elvis. BECAUSE HE IS ELVIS!! And he's hot. Man even fat Elvis was hot. I'd let him dribble his fat boy sweat all over me. It's Elvis for Christ sake.
[10:57am]
Boo hoo hoo. It's raining. Not that I mind that it rains but it is one of those spit over your head type rains. I enjoy it more when it is pouring and you hear the hard drops on the roof. Instead it just looks bleak outside. I assume it's very humid and damp, but I ain't going out there to find out. Venturing outside is such a hassle. Maybe I should call this Hermit Village instead of Bitchfest. I haven't left the house in a few days... when was the last time I was outside? I don't even remember. Hmm... maybe I have been here so long I might be considered a shut-in. But there are services that help people like me, like the Cambridge Public Library. They would bring me books. I could have Godly people visit, Broadmoor Family Worship Center would come to me, preach right in my home. Of course I am not a christian so that doesn't help me. Or maybe I should join a support group, get some help you know. Or I could just finally take my ass outside. Well not today, tomorrow for sure.
Thursday April 10, 2003 [3:42pm]
Llamas aren't funny. They are pretty damned scary. They look at you all sly-like. They always look like they want to kick you or spit in your eye. Scary fuckers I say. Don't trust them. Turn you back on one and then all of a sudden you've got a llama nipping off your ear. Is that really what you want?
The people at The Naked Dancing Llama somehow think that llamas are not only funny, but that watching them prance around naked is fun. No, no , no. People llamas are bad. Evil. Never looked one in the eye before? That's because they are shifty eyed... they won't look you in the eye!!! I'm telling you don't turn your back on one. You will regret it for the rest of your life.
[12:04pm]
Ok, so I couldn't keep away. I am addicted to being online. I thought I was over this faze. Five years ago as soon as I got home from work I would log on and stay hooked up for hours. It got to a point day light would pour into the window and I was still on. I would fall asleep at work constantly. But I'm not getting any naps now and I really need it. My eye balls hurt. But I can't stop. I won't stop. I refuse! Even if I go blind, which will happen soon enough.
Wednesday April 9, 2003 [11:45pm]
I think I have to stay offline for a short while. I feel so tired staring at this screen and I have been feeling that way for the past week. I need a break. What is my problem anyway? Why do I need to be online 24 hours a day? I hope I will take a break.
[3:15pm]
Why the frigg are people who have a site opposed to using the open new window feature when linking someone else's site to theirs? I mean by the time I click on the new site and I am 8 zillion pages away from the original site I can't even make my way back. Or I close it thinking that it did open a new window. People, people, people, if you want me to come back to your site use the open new window. It is simple. It makes it easy for me and it gets people to keep your site open. New window... remember it.
[11:51am]
The web is one weird place. You can find anything from
The Dullest Blog In The World to this personality test I took. Turns out I am psycho. Yay! It's always nice to find out that you're in fact a total loon.
At least it stopped snowing. Now it's all melty, wet rainy. I was going to walk around and take some photographs but not in this weather. I have bad knees. Then I get out there in that moist, humid weather and my knees start creaking, stiffening... then I will wonder why the hell I left the house to begin with. Indoors good. Outdoors bad. Besides I have a two new photo manipulations I want to finish. I need a couple of outdoor shots to finish one but I can do that tomorrow. But it is early and if the day perks up I will go out and take a few shots.
Besides I need to do some laundry today. It's not cool when you are getting down to a couple clean pairs of underwear. That's how I measure if I need to wash clothes. The underwear is what is important. If that isn't clean, it doesn't matter how many other articules of clothing you have on, you are dirty. Dirty underwear, dirty bootie, nasty chicken... hmm.
Maybe you aren't familiar with the term chicken to describe the *vagina*. I don't know where the hell that came from but my family calls it chicken.
Go wash up your chicken, my grandmother would say. Chicken. I have no idea why. Maybe because dead chicken has that yucky salmonella embossed smell. I haven't a clue. People in my family have weird names for everything. I didn't even know it was strange until somewhere in the 3rd or 4th grade a girl from my class said "What do you mean, chicken?" And I thought is this frigging girl stupid? Hey it can't be any wierder than calling it fish, hooha, noni, kuka, beaver or any of the stupid names people call... er... that area.
Tuesday April 8, 2003 [4:56pm]
The Smut That Binds Us
I have found that in the past few months many women I know love smut and would either like to write it or are writing it. Why are we in the closeted if so many of us like to do it? Why are we ridiculed if so many people like to read and write it? I think it is because so many butt heads are embarassed about the fact that they like smut. It is easy to turn around and say "Oh that is disgusting porn." Yeah well everyone likes a little porn on some level. And they lie if they say that the thought of it doesn't get them a little hot.
Granted most of us don't want to watch porn everyday or even care for some hardcore sucking and fucking bullshit. But that erotic stuff gives everyone a little lift. That is why movies are getting steamier and steamier. Which is just fine with me. I like smut. Can't write smut for shit but I like to read it.
But most folks rather keep it in their head, dream about it at night. Write about it in hidden note books. Which I understand cuz I don't want no one reading my shit without my permission. Most people I know haven't read anything I have written. Which is fine with me. Even though I like the feedback I write for me. It keeps me sane.
Monday April 7,2003 [2:59pm]
It's snowing. We are in April and it is snowing. What happened to spring? Mother nature is fucking with us. Spring = April Showers. That is the way it works. Instead me and Mina are sitting in our spring clothes watching snow fall from the window.
I took these a few minutes ago from my window.
It looks like we are in the middle of February. I want sunshine. I think we deserve it. But snow in April? What are we in Alaska?
Of course I am pissed because my friend was suppose to visit us and now she won't because of the snow. Who the hell wants to travel to another state (even if it is less an hour) in the snow? Man my friends will barely visit us when the sun is shining. I am suppose to go visit Winnie and Bella tomorrow but if it is still snowing we won't be able to go. :0( Snow go away, melt and show me the sun!
Sunday April 6, 2003 [2:14am]
I finally hit a wall. Something so fucking simple and I can't do it. I have been staring at Photoshop for the past two hours now and I just want to rip it out of the computer and throw it out the window. I know it is a simple task, I should be able to do this with no problem. But everytime I try I get color in the wrong places or none where I should have color. And can I just say I hate the pen tool. It is useless to me. I never ever ever get it to work for me. I want to throw the stupid pen out the window too!!!!
And now to top it all off from staring at this stupid computer screen every night I think I am now going blind!!! I have to sit closer to the screen to read. I never had to before. I had fucking 20/20. Now even if I blink, blink, blink the blur remains until I sit closer. That is not suppose to happen. These bloody eyes are suppose to last me at least until I am 45. Blind... I am going blind!!! I just know I am going to be wearing coke bottles by the time I am 40. Damn this screens.
But will I stop glaring at it for hours? No.
Friday April 4, 2003 [12:35pm]
I am in the process of creating my photograhy website. There are so many talented amatuer photographers out there. I feel like I will get lost in the middle of all that talent. I have neglected so many of my hobbies for so long it makes me so grr! But I am happy to finally be inspired to create again. I have no idea if any of my work is good, and I was so worried before that it would be less than perfect. At last I am at a place in my life where I understand that there is room in this world for my work even if the entire planet thinks it is crappy. People reactions, good or bad is something I seek to hear. I feel I have something to contribute.
My friends have been suportive of the work I do. Even if they don't get it or even care about the subject matter. Damn I got some good friends. Thanks guys. Love you all. :0)
Wednesday April 2, 2003 [5:13pm]
I hate people that purposely ignore you when you are talking. They don't want to be bothered with just saying that they are in a bad mood and don't want to talk. Instead what do they do? They ignore the fact that you are talking to them. Does that make sence? All that is going to do it piss me the fuck off. But of course some people just don't give a fuck about others feelings. People suck on a whole.
