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This is my adopted goth fetus named "Cringe". Hooray fetus!
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| China Rose |
| 05.30.04 (2:46 am) [edit] |
Sharp breath catches in her throat
She sees a dangerous sight
A gleam within the dragons eye
The source of all her light
This thing, it cannot come to pass
It lives within her dreams
Fevered drumming beats her heart
Within her mind it screams
Tears of glass fall from her eye
Upon the hardened ground
Yearning for that saving light
She weeps without a sound
Her inner self, she hides away
She stands so tall and proud
Desired secrets locked within
Obscured beneath this shroud
Such is her calamity
Deep within her breast
Knowledge is forbidden here
Yet this, she cannot rest
Brittle as a china rose
Strength of will, she sees
Gentle wind of whispered word
Shall bring her to her knees
Into pieces, shattering
That china rose, no more
For that gentle whispered word
Forever closed a door
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| Not bad |
| 05.28.04 (7:06 am) [edit] |
Well, I'm feeling better today.
Whew! I went through about a week-long stint there that was kinda freaky. Not happy with work, being sick, just generally miserable and blue. I finally got off my sorry ass last night and did the dishes...heh.
But today I'm feeling much better. I still have the sniffles, but they are happy sniffles. I'm still having some problems with work, but I'm looking forward to leaving it behind me and changing a lot of things in my life.
I got my mojo back.
So, tonight I'm gonna take my kid to Erich's birthday swaree and do some bowling. Hopefully I'll get paid from job number 2 tomorrow, and that'll make life sweet again. Maybe I'll even buy a new stereo for my truck...heh. That should do something for morale.
Anyhow, that's it in a nutshell.
8)
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Dreams:
Okay, Rilla is doing this dream thing and I recently had a really really bizarre dream that I was kinda waffling about sharing with everyone. But here goes...
I was about 4 months pregnant...maybe closer to 6. I went to the doctor and we were in an examination room. There was a third person there who was faceless, but I presume him to be the father. More of a presence than a person, really.
So there is a problem with the baby. The doctor performs this uber-quick and painless c-section and removes it. I get sewn up and am able to walk around immediately after.
The "infant" laying on the table is female, about the size of a very thin three year old girl. Bald, tall and very skinny. She is not "bent" like an infant would be, but is laying flat on her back with arms and legs out straight. She looks a lot like a flesh-coloured, stereotypical alien.
So the doctor tells me that she is viable outside the womb but I would have to be at the hospital constantly in order to feed and care for her to ensure that she grows without any permanent damage.
(Okay, here's where it gets really really wierd)
Then he made a "joke" or comment or whatever, and said that he could fill the empty space where the baby was with gold coins, leaving an opening in my stomach, (I probably should specify that...heh), and keep me under the sink so that every now and then I could drop coins through a hole cut in the floor to him in his office right below.
That's it.
I have a scary feeling that I know what this dream means. I think it has to do with my decision to go back to school for many years. The potential for enlarging my family is limited. Or perhaps it is that I am worried that I will not have enough money and resources for both my education AND for Leah. Maybe deep down I think that she needs more than I would be able to give her and I'm feeling selfish about this whole thing. Or maybe it means that I think I am removing myself from Leah too soon. What I want to be when I grow up is a doctor.
Maybe I don't really know what it means.
Well, there's my contribution to Rilla's endeavours.
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| Self-censorship |
| 05.26.04 (8:45 pm) [edit] |
Society has gone over board. We have all lost our minds. People are not allowed to voice their opinions anymore for fear of being called .... Racist, sexist, discriminatory, evil and bad.
I saw an ad in the paper that depicted a mother, father and child together. Gay people were claiming that that ad, promoting family, is disguised descrimination against gay and lesbian people! WHAT THE HELL???
It's a frigging picture guys!!
(pardon me...the word "guys" would indicate males, which may or may not be correct and holds the possibility of offending someone.) - Note the dripping sarcasm.
So if there was a gay couple with a child, would that be....discrimination against straight people? This is getting ridiculous, don't you think?
You can't say "Harass" the old way anymore, because it sounds like "her ass". Gimme a flippin' break!
"There was an old lady who lived in a shoe." Now, if there are any geriatric female shoe dwellers out there, the moment they open their mouths about this, it suddenly becomes a sexist, descriminitory statement based on age and class.
Freedom. We're so tangled and trapped within our own facade of freedom that we can't even turn around without creating two more knots to try to untie. I believe that some restriction is necessary to maintain a peaceful existance, but the effort is for nothing when creating restrictions to create freedom only creates more restriction.
People are fired from jobs, publicly embarrased, persecuted, belittled, mocked and bullied for holding to their beliefs on subjects just because the majority doesn't agree with them. These people have opinions forced upon them by others simply because they don't think the things that society tells them to think. How's THAT for discrimination?
I'm tired of being politically correct. Look where it's gotten us.
I'm tired of tippy toeing around subjects just because someone else might not agree with my point of view. It's mine and that's the way it is. You have yours as well, and every right to have it. So why can't we just leave it at that and quit whining about every little thing because [i]it's not fair to the white people[/i], or [i]not fair to the gay people[/i], or [i]not fair to the circus midgets, natives, blacks, hispanics, jews, red heads, children, smokers and frigging whales. [/i] Nothing is fair, my friends. It's called life and the more we try to make it better, the worse it gets.
Quote time:
1) "Why is it that in this great country, I can only hate a man if he is white?" - Hank Hill, King of the Hill.
2) "He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: To become a slaughterer, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered. To whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it. - an abstract and geometric love.
- Arthur Koestler.
3) "Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman." - The Simpsons
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| To Showgirls or Not To Showgirls |
| 05.25.04 (10:34 pm) [edit] |
There is absolutely no way to discuss this topic without offending someone, so whoever is going to be offended, please don't take it personally.
Its my blog and my opinion only and it should not reflect upon those around, under or beside me, nor does it represent the thoughts of those nameless individuals who graciously host this site for me and my shameless, heathen opinions, wishes and/or thoughts.
Okay...
I say fine. Great! If women want to parade around in front of droves of drooling men and women, I think that they should be able to. It is, after all, their own individual choice.
It isn't hurting anyone, it keeps the bums off the streets...hehehe...no pun intended. And it's a pretty good living.
Frankly, I'd rather see a nude woman dancing around on stage than a naked man. :shock:
Men look funny naked. Especially when they dance. Or when they jump up and down on the bed with a rubber glove on their heads yelling, "Hi, I'm a squid!".
Ahem...pretend I never said that last part. :oops:
Anyhow, these ladies are beautiful, talented dancers just trying to make a living at something they like to do. Okay, okay... maybe they're a tiny bit trashy. Okay, maybe a lot, but people have done a lot worse things to pay the bills.
Cheers to peelers!
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| Friiiiiiday... |
| 05.22.04 (8:55 am) [edit] |
Well, isn't life interesting?
A few co-workers and I got together at Macguires after work for a goodbye drink with our tech that's left our company. Sure gonna miss him.
Anyway, I brought a friend. She doesn't drink, so when she ordered a coke, they asked her for ID. Stupid asses. She didn't have it, so we had to drive across the city back to her place and get it. YAY ADVENTURE!!
So we get back and we're engaged in some stimulating conversation, when who walks in? Denis, Deb and MB! So of course I was inexplicably drawn from my chair by forces unseen for a gigantic Mark hug. :oops:
JK showed up later, and the same thing happened.
The "work party" was over by 11:00. After that, the gamer people came to sit with us and we all decided to go to Showgirls, since Mark and James had VIP passes.
Yep...naked girls. So that was fun. JMcV scored some signed memorabelia from a particularily talented dancer...hehehe. I think the wierdest thing was running into one of the guys from the "work party" in there.
So then they drove me home after we closed down Champs. JMcV got goosed by the manager of the club. So, she got even as we were walking out.
I probably drank more than I should have, but all in all, it was much fun for everyone involved. 8)
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| Sickie |
| 05.20.04 (6:03 am) [edit] |
Okay, right now my entire life is comprised by:
A) A sick kid.
B) A sick ME.
C) A sadistic boss.
They say that if you have nothing nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all.
Signing off:
Sneevil
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Something to take my mind off it...this is pretty cool.
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| New guy |
| 05.18.04 (9:36 am) [edit] |
Today we introduced a new guy into our service department.
He is scary.
A 7 foot tall man comes through the door and walks up to my desk. His glowing red eyes peer hungrily at me from the tangles of his darkly bearded face. "I have an appointment." he growls at me. I nod my head vigourously while cowering in the frigid darkness of his shadow. Then he turns and the shadow is gone. I am astonished to witness this wierd power that he has to disappear simply by turning sideways.
He is led into "The Room" by various leaders. They take him and I assume that they are performing some sort of ritualistic induction into our ranks. Perhaps they are discarding their pretense and baring their truely hideous forms. I think that he must be one of them now. Perhaps he has been all along.
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Holy Hannah, did I have a shitty day!!! One of our service techs is leaving, so I tried to organize a lunch for him tomorrow. That resulted in a sarcastic, snotty email from my boss. It got my blood boiling so much that I replied before my hands stopped shaking with anger. So, that resulted in a meeting where I had my hands methodically slapped. During which, I was uncerimoniously notified that one of the ladies who works there told the boss that all I do is sit around and play games.
Excuse me? BULLSHIT! I rarely, rarely do.
So I confronted the lady who then wrote a note to the boss...something about confidentiality, conflict of interest and resignation.
I don't know what's happening now, but I feel like crap. Mostly because someone felt that they had to try to tarnish my reputation with lies. I gotta get outa here before I really freak out.
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| Pre-Dream |
| 05.17.04 (7:51 pm) [edit] |
My shoulders, stooped and burdened with the weight of trivial things, I lay to rest upon the softness of my bed. Into my own mind, I retreat and there my fancy takes flight.
I can see the dew covered grass drift past, below my bare feet as they glide above the blades. They glisten in the moonlight like jewels. The warm evening breeze carries me as an autumn leaf, long ago fallen from the tree, and upon it I can hear the distant song of the night chorus. It lulls me, and I cannot resist the pull of that unseen force as I travel farther from myself.
Gently, I am taken into a tree shrouded forest. Upon the moss covered floor, before an ancient old tree with many faces, that enchanted wind lays me to rest.
Motionless, I lay there staring up into the soul of that wize old tree. I hear it's quiet song of tranquility and comfort. A dense mist creeps toward me, but I do not fear it. I welcome it, for within that mist, I might find nothingness. I inhale deeply the moisture-rich essence and the last of my strength seeps out with my breath.
The atmosphere blankets me. Invades me and I give myself to it freely. Here I shall stay for a time. Here I wish to be. Here, I will dream.
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| Sunday |
| 05.16.04 (2:57 pm) [edit] |
Went to Carrie and Cory's last night to play my favourite game in the whole wide world...Call of Cthulu.
It was fun, but I ended up falling asleep in my chair, so Leah and I just crashed there.
Well that's it. Nothing else to say.
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| Apes without navels?? |
| 05.15.04 (1:18 pm) [edit] |
Looking back, I remember....
Grade 6 in a Catholic school. We were learning about the theory of evolution. This is a tricky subject for a Catholic school teacher.
"So, we evolved from apes, eh? Well then Mr. Fry, if we were all created in God's image, then how can we have evolved from apes?"
Mr. Fry looks at me blankly and blinks a couple of times. "Maybe God is an ape." he says to me.
MAYBE GOD IS AN APE???
Is this the best they can do? What the hell was he thinking?
Did he think that I was just some stupid kid with some stupid question that he could just humor me with an off-hand remark and that I would just forget it? That I would just live out the rest of my life believing that God might be an ape? Didn't he understand just how important the answer to that question was to an 11 year old kid trying to justify her faith? Trying to make sense of everything that she was being told is the truth.
So, for years this question has been weighing on my mind. How can a Catholic institution, in good conscience, contradict itself so blatantly and not even attempt to offer a rational explanation for it? I have serious issues with the educational system today.
Today, my curiosity has understandably matured. I find myself wondering other things. Like, did Adam and Eve have navels? What about Lilith? 'Cause in all the vampire books that I've seen, she has a navel. Why do you suppose that is?
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| The down side of Pooh |
| 05.14.04 (11:50 am) [edit] |
"It's aaaalways raining." - Eeyore
We all have an Eeyore in our lives...I think...I mean, I always seem to have one in my life. Currently, I'm forced to deal face-to-face with mine every day.
You know what I'm talking about, don't you? That one person who can't seem to get through a day without making sure that everyone around him knows just how horrible his life is, has been and always will be. Always walks barefoot in a foot of snow uphill both ways. The one person who always sees the glass as half-empty.
I don't like you, Eeyore.
If there was ever a lovable looking character that nobody likes, it's you! You're always looking for pity and, when you get it, it's not good enough. You'll never be happy, will you?
All you ever do is try to attract people to try to comfort you and when they get close enough, you make damned sure they get splashed with the rain that is forever falling from that dumb-assed little storm cloud that's always hovering over your head. Yeah, let those poor fools get a little wetness so that they have a taste of what you're going through. Share the misery, eh?
SCREW YOU, EEYORE!! You and the raincloud you rode in under. No one needs your negativity and frankly, I can't take it anymore.
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| Michelle - Editor |
| 05.13.04 (7:23 am) [edit] |
Last night we had a zine meeting. I'm gonna be an editor! Wow! An editor...(Eyes get glassy and some showtune from the 40s starts playing in the background. You can hear my imaginary audience groan as they realize that we are about to embark upon a fictitious dream scene).
Sitting at her desk, working, working, working. She is writing feverishly, on a paper, using a quill and ink. "DAMN!" she shouts as she scribbles it out. She squints to see her words in the crappy-ass lamp light. She smells. Like musty paper. Like she's been here among these rotting old documents for years.
Continuing to watch her labourious creativity, we hear a knock at the office door. The door that has the name, "Michelle - Editor" stenciled on the outside of the frosted glass window. "SCREW OFF, I'M F@#$ING BUSY!", she yells. The unknown visitor goes away.
Working, Working, Working...the beads of sweat drip from her creased, fevered brow upon the newly written words, smudging them into an unintelligible blob of crap. Suddenly, abruptly, she stands up. In a frenzy, she rips the ruined piece of work to little itty bitty shreds and stuffs them into her mouth, making oddly strangled mewling noises all the while. As she tries to force them down her throat, she staggers right into an antique wooden filing cabinet and is caught off balance. She falls to the floor writhing, flailing and kicking her feet in an impressive display of complete madness.
(Snap back to reality)
Woah...
I'm hungry.
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After our meeting, we had a Sabbat scene on campus. A tour. It was interesting. I had Leah with me, so it was really hard to get into character. Although, as Quinn pointed out, there was something really creepy about a Tzimitci walking around with a child calling her "mommy".
It was aaall good.
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| HTML... |
| 05.12.04 (1:28 pm) [edit] |
As you can see, I have discovered the secrets of HTML. Until now, I had relied upon the points that I gained from your comments to buy stuff for my page.
Hah! How ignorant I was!!
Do you like my smiling devil guy? I think he's the shiznat, so I have named him SHIZZY. I put him there and I never bought him. HEEEHEEHEE!
Now, you see the sparklies that follow the cursor? I want to change them into little flames, but I can't figure out how.
Just give me time. I'll get it yet!
Now, if only I could figure out a way to trap your souls when you visit here....Someday, you will all be mine and I will put you in little fetus jars and keep you to be in my fetus jar soul circus.
Muhahahaha
Ahem...
Sorry about that...must be the mood altering atmosphere on this page. Making me say things..
Gotta go!
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| Neat day |
| 05.11.04 (7:52 pm) [edit] |
Today was...interesting.
I actually have no smart-ass comments to make today...can ya believe it?
I have officially applied for admissions. Lets hope I can make this little plan of mine come together. I'm pretty optimistic. Things have a way of working out. Plus, Carrie's Tarot cards say it'll happen...heh.
I got to take a friend for lunch today. That was cool. The food was almost as good as the company, but I ate waaaay too much.
When I got home, I was surprised by another friend waiting for me outside. He was having car trouble and needed to borrow my truck to get some oil and stuff. So he replaced my fuel filter for me, so that was okay.
Then, I got a call from another friend who's living out of town. So, I might even have company this weekend. I'm looking forward to it.
I spent most of my day tweaking my blog. You may notice some new links on the right. I got a flaming counter (I'm really happy about that). A girl's page has to be co-ordinated, you know.
Carrie asked me to write for the Zine that a few of us are going to put together. I'm really excited about it. I'm almost finished my first story. I wrote it in one sitting and, I haven't looked at it for about 3 days. Trying to get a fresh look at it and see what it needs.
Well, that's it. I'll leave you with my customary happy face.
8)
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| A word on dating... |
| 05.10.04 (10:56 am) [edit] |
BLEH. That's the word.
What a wierd-ass situation people find themselves in when dating.
So you find someone that you like. Nice guy. Smart. Funny. Snappy dresser.
Now what?
You don't know the first thing about each other. So you sit there looking at each other over a cup of coffee.
Frantically, you try to think of something to say that will end the akward silence that seems to be growing at an exponential rate.
And so finally, something witty and smart comes to mind and you shout it over that gigantic chasm that has somehow formed between you. Only, by the time that completely ingenious remark travels from your brain to your lips, it's turned into a dumb-ass comment that your fat tongue spits out in an incomprehensible, babbling oddity that leaves you wiping drool from your chin. :oops:
Of course, your date chuckles politely and pretends that what you just said made all the sense in the world. You know that the real reason he's laughing is because he was amused by how red your face got and he's waiting to see if your nose is going to start bleeding.
Now, you realize that you just made an idiot of yourself, so your natural reaction would be to try to save face. This usually results in your emphasising your "talents" or interesting past times. This is always a bad idea and, although you know that, you can't stop yourself from embarking on the tale of how your vampire character single-handedly slaughtered 30 pigs as a protest to the NDP government and then burned a farrowing barn to the ground. No matter how cool that scene was, people tend to look at you funny after hearing a story like that. :shock:
So, by now you have come to terms with the fact that you have crashed and completely, horribly burned and if you ever have any hope in hell of this guy ever calling you again, you should try bribery.
Or you could just go home, drink a bottle of wine and play the guitar until your fingers bleed. When you finally pass out, you hope that you get abducted by aliens during the night and that when you wake up in the morning, you won't remember a thing.
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| Saturday night |
| 05.09.04 (9:08 pm) [edit] |
Saturday after work, I went to pick up my buddy Jen and her other friend. Walked to Granada House for supper. I was craving deep fried mushrooms. Mmmm.
After that, we rented "About Schmidt" and "Timeline". I wasn't too impressed with Timeline. It wasn't nearly as good as the book. About Schmidt was a pretty good flick though. So we came back to my place and jammed for a couple of hours before watching movies. We stayed up until around 4:30 or so. Not horribly exciting, but in the state my body was in, I didn't really mind having a relaxing evening at home for a change. I could barely move.
Today, Leah came home from her Dad's. She had a cake and a Mothers day card for me. Sooo cute. My eyes leaked. How could I help it?
Had a coffee with Carrie, and that was a pleasure as always. Hee hee hee
Okay, now I have the opportunity to rub it in your faces...all of you. I KNOW THE SECRET OF THE LIST!!! AAAAHAHAHA...
Of course I promised (and she made sure my fingers and toes weren't crossed) that I would never divulge that information to anyone no matter how much they tortured me. This is Carrie's story to tell. I just wanted you to know that I know something you don't know. I know something you don't know. I know something you don't know. :P
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| Saturday Morning |
| 05.08.04 (10:20 am) [edit] |
METALLICA ROCKED!!
This was, without a doubt, the best show I have ever been to. The stage was in the middle so everyone had a great view no matter where you were standing/sitting. Godsmack was Awesome with a capital A. But Metallica...Whooooo!!! We had SUCH a good time. I never got to crowd surf though, but that's alright. The pit was pretty savage up at the front. The trick is to stand in front of some big tall guy, that way when a crowd surfer comes your way, you can just duck and he'll take care of it...heh. It worked well for the most part, but I still got booted in the face so today I have a nice shiny bruise to show for it. It was so worth it.
Maara got a nice shiner too. Hers is a little more impressive than mine. She actually has the treads of a guys shoe imprinted on her forehead...hehehe.
I woke up this morning feeling like crap. Every inch of me hurts. I used muscles that I forgot I even had. But, after a hot shower (I was WAY too exhausted last night) and a quick inspection to make sure I wasn't in too bad of shape, I feel much better. Well enough to make it in to work anyway.
When I got here, I discovered that I've been driving on a flat. Damn. So I gotta get me a new tire. Crappy.
Ah well....Metallica! Somehow I'm not too upset about the flat.
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Well, it looks like Jen and I are going to be up to some adventuring tonight. It seems that I had made plans that I completely forgot about. It's all good. I had nuthin' to do anyhow.
Tomorrow I'll tell you aaaaaaall about it. Happy Saturday Night, kiddies!!!
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| Metallica Blues |
| 05.07.04 (7:33 am) [edit] |
Well guys, it's like this.
I got these great tickets for Metallica. Floor seats. I've always wanted to go see them. I had a chance when I lived in Toronto, but I never went. So I've been kicking my own ass for years since then. Seeing Metallica is one of those things on the "TO DO BEFORE I DIE" list.
Anyhow, now I have these great tickets and the show is tonight. I've been so jazzed about it for weeks.
Then last night I call up my daughter's dad and ask him what time he's picking her up (he drives up from Christopher Lake). It seems there was a miscommunication and that he thought it was my weekend, not his.
So now...All my gamer friends are gaming. All my other friends are going to the show. And I have no sitter. To his credit, he did tell me he'd drive in and get her, but he can't make it until 8:00pm. The show starts at 7:30.
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!
I hate everything right now. :evil:
There is still hope. We'll see what the day brings.
(SIGH)
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Okay here's the latest. I found someone to watch Leah for a couple of hours so I can go after all!!! YAAAY!!
Now I'm happy again.
:lol:
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| 10 Things I've learned the hard way |
| 05.05.04 (9:53 pm) [edit] |
1. Never fall asleep with a heating pad. Even if it's on LOW.
2. One must always brown the hamburger [b]before [/b]throwing it in the crock pot to make chili.
3. When it's really icy on the highway, it is NOT safe to go 100 kph even though the sign says it's allowed.
4. After super-chlorinating your pool, it is advisable to wait for 24 hours before going swimming in it. (Shudder)
5. When you live in the ghetto, always remove the face plate from your stereo.
6. When getting a tattoo over a bone thinly covered with skin, take some advil before going in and something to bite down on.
7. When a 4-year old stops talking for more than 5 seconds, she is either sleeping or shaving the cat.
8. Never let a paintball hit you on the top of the head. It is better not to duck and take it in the face mask instead.
9. 20, 000 feet and two Rye and coke are all you need for a one-man hoe down. Whoooooo!!!
10. Columbia House really WILL send you to a collection agency. It's not just talk.
So there ya go. Some of my stupidness for your entertainment.
Phhhht.
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| Mystical |
| 05.05.04 (11:40 am) [edit] |
I had the most interesting time last night. While sitting at home ignoring the phone calls of this guy who won't leave me alone, I started chatting with Carrie. I told her about my going to a physchic last spring and how it seemed that the things he had told me may be coming to pass this year. Until now, I had thought he was a fraud....but now I'm not so sure.
So Carrie says to me..."Why don't you come over and I'll do a reading?". So I did. Frankly, the constant ringing of the phone was driving me nuts.
So I went to Carrie's house and she did a Tarot and a Rune reading. All I can say is WOW. She told me almost the identical things that the physchic did. Not in as much detail of course, but the same stuff!!!
So kids, big things are in the cards for little ole Michelle. The wheels have already been set in motion. I can't wait to see how it all works out. :wink:
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| Careless Ambition |
| 05.04.04 (9:37 am) [edit] |
With widened eyes staring into the blinding sun, I rise. High above myself and higher yet, over those I have so carefully placed upon their pedestals to dwell alone there, only for me.
Nature being to reach ever higher. Yearning to touch the very face of God. Awareness of self-destruction brought about by such arrogance is realized and consequences blatantly ignored in the face of such possibility.
The light is so bright it brings forth tears and the sweet song of the angels can be heard if one were only to find a way to listen. These tears have another reason for being, for this song can only be heard by the soul.
Dreams and aspirations so close to becoming reality. Almost tangible, they are so close and closer still until I become enveloped within that great orb. Saturated by warmth and feelings of triumph. Abruptly, the light is extinguished.
Robbed of vision and no longer able to hear that sweet angel's hymn, I flail within a great nothing. Screaming my frustration though I no longer have voice. My heart mourns, accompanied by the deep laughter of a being unseen. Grief for the result of folly rages within and dies. Everything fades into the blackness of impotent despair.
Until the opening of new eyes set upon a new light. And so again begins the journey.
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| Sparklies |
| 05.02.04 (11:39 pm) [edit] |
Well now...It has come to my attention that certian people only visit my site to play with my sparklies. I'll not mention any names. I would like to say that these people are hippies. Yes, that's right...dirty ones. There.
I have a special website for these certian people to visit.
Hippies click here: http://www.devo.com/tft/hippi...
Take that.
Now that we have created a diversion to get all the hippies away from my blog, I can speak to those of you who understand that if we never cut down any trees, we wouldn't have toilet paper. If that statement offends you, grab yourself a hand full of leaves next time you use the outhouse and please see the link above.
Now. We had our first Sabbat game on Saturday night. I was pretty happy with my character, Angelique Le Brousier. However, I would just like to point out what a huge pain in the arse it is to try to speak with a French accent when everyone around you is also speaking with accents. Not french though...oh no...we had Romanian, Russian, Dutch ([i]gay sounding German[/i]), French, South American...Ummm, let me see what else...Canadian. I may have missed a couple. If I missed your accent, please accept my appologies, but my head is about to explode because [b]EVERYONE HAS A FREAKING ACCENT!!! [/b] So, other than that...it was an uber-cool game.
It's late and I need sleep.
Sorry that I haven't been posting every day like I'm supposed to...If you have anything to say to me about that, I'll be waiting for you out by the ass-kicking shed with my cleats on.
Ciao Dahlings!
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