| yeeeaaauh |
[Jul. 10th, 2009|10:27 am] |
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| | Who's the Boss theme song. | ] |
stole this from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vurumai , who probably stole it from someone else, who probably stole it from someone else, et cetera. Thus completing the circle of intarwebs, or at least propogating a straight line of intarwebs, full of seams. and broken dreams.
Skinny Seth Rogen is Skinny. Do Not Want. Why do guys think being skinny is good? Sumo wrestler big is not so good, but there is nothing wrong with that extra 20 to 30lbs of cushion. FOR THE PUSHIN. (girls too) I used to have a huge crush on Seth. Now, not so much. I liked the chubby jew fro look.
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|02:17 pm] |
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you know it just occured to me... this has been a mother fucking crazy year.
and we're only 1/2 way through it. |
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| my hands are possessed. |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|12:42 pm] |
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| | wErk | ] |
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| |  embarrassed | ] |
Somebody just walked down the hallway, past my cubicle, in that slow kind of shuffle that say's "Im in no hurry". No Biggy. This happens about 112 times a day. I didn't notice until a few seconds after they were past my cubicle that my right hand was placed inside the top of my shirt, half of it was just chilling in my cleavage while the other half was CUPPING my currently massive left boob.
*nods*
I have no idea how my hand came to be resting in this position, I do not recall placing it there... but if you will, please picture Al Bundy on stretched out on his couch with his hand down his pants and this would be the general gist of how I must've looked to the general passer by, except replace Johnson with Boobie.
*DIES*
I'm facing the opposite direction of the cubicle opening, so, I have no idea who it was. I guess it beats picking my nose ?
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| and you... put the kettle on! |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|08:02 pm] |
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They're actually showing The Meaning of Life on Encore. nHice. I caught it in time to DVR it. GD DVR better work this time. My Hunter Thomspon special turned out to be some fucking Hallmark Special. As if I've ever had the Hallmark channel on?!!? No. |
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| OMFG it's true |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|07:17 pm] |
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Alan Parsons Project is playing Humphrey's by the Bay on August 7th !! *double gasp* Yes, I'm a big prog rock dork and LOOOOOOOVE me some Alan Parson's Project, and I'm so going. Even though the tickets are $50. Humphrey's is an awesome outdoor venue and, HULLO... it's Alan freaking Parsons! Mr 'Grammy Winner for his work on Dark Side of the Moon' Parsons.
I'm 100% sure there is not 1 person I know in San Diego who would want to go with me, but that's ok because I'll make Rad and Dreamy go with me. That's kind of his job now, so, I can do that.
I saw today that Mudvayne is playing San Diego on Sept. 1st. This one I won't be able to go to, and i was highly dissapointed by this all day. Now I feel redeemed. I think I can manage to waddle my massive self into a lawn chair at 7:30 for Alan Parsons... waddling into the Sports Arena at midnight for loud angry metal I plain cannot do. Which sucks. A Lot. But I'll live.
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| HELP |
[Jun. 26th, 2009|03:21 pm] |
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| | wErk | ] |
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| |  determined | ] |
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| | Get Dwon on It, Kool and the Gang | ] |
Ugh. Halp! I have to get a b-day present for a girlfriend of mine, and while I once possessed the skills required in this sort of thing, I have lost it. Sad to say, If there is no registry, I’m lost (but srsly, everything should have a registry! It eliminates all the actual work and ensures they get something they actually want. WIN WIN). This wouldn’t even be an issue, but for my b-day she gifted me a certificate for a facial, valued up to $70… which was both awesome and unexpected. So, here are the stats…
Turning 30
Just graduated with her Masters Degree in some kind of teaching field
Married for like 3 years or something (to an almost Olympian)
Brand new mom to baby boy born May 2nd (and the bitch is already back into a size 4 with a flat stomach. I hate her a little)
Owns her own condo (but it’s kinda teeny)
Religious (Christian) but since I’m not I’d rather not go this route. (so basically nothing crude with penises or anything)
Total girly girl
Clothes are not an option because besides her already overflowing closet her sister in law is a fashion designer at BCBG (and a former Loreal model. yeah. I know. I hate her a little too.)
*SIGH* Jeez. I always knew Brenda was awesome but sometimes it just takes a list to see how much more superior to me some people are. Not that I’m NOT awesome… because I am (duh)… in a non married, non master degreed, non athletic, non fashionista and non property owning kind of way. So… yeah.
Sweet Tapdancding Jesus I either hate myself or hate her right now, but anyway, back to the issue at hand… my budget for this is $40 - $50 dollars. Suggestions ? Please ?
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| With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes. |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|05:35 pm] |
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| | dorky | ] |
Music Meme brought to you by the letter R
1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.
Assigned by minxyminou . Admittedly I didn’t rack my brains for the five bestest R songs of all time, and will probably think of better ones after I post this. I did check through the ‘R’ songs on my Zune, however, and these are the five I picked.
Red Barchetta ~ Rush. Probably my favorite Rush song. I was listening to a lot of Rush when I was reading The Dark Tower from Stephen King. The 4th or 5th in the series, anyway, and this song always takes me back to the imagery of the book.
Rock n Me ~ Steve Miller Band. I really love Steve Miller Band as one of those ‘every now and then’ treats. I don’t have any favorite, but the “I went from Phoenix Arizona all the way to Tacoma” lyric resonates since I moved from Tacoma to Arizona for the 1st time 22 forever’s ago (and then again 2 years later). Granted it was Kingman, not Phoenix, but still.
Rocky Raccoon ~ The Beatles. Not my favorite Beatles tune but this one time I wrote a short story about a rebel butterfly who got too cocky and died SPLAT fabulous via freeway air current. What those two things have to do with each other is that I managed a modicum of cleverness by infusing some of the song lyrics into the story (Rocky's butterfly Girl called herself Lill, but everyone knew her as Nancy. and, yes, in fact she did have a butterfly man named Dan) No one but me was impressed, if you can believe it, LOL. Also, I hate raccoons. A lot. Most of you know this by now, though.
Run Like Hell ~ Pink Floyd. Pretty much perfection in your earholes, people. Even those without a palette for Floyd usually like Run. I went to a concert by these super awesome dudes called The Australian Pink Floyd Cover Band and OMFG it was… Superior. They did the whole Dark Side, track 1 through track 9, and they nailed it. I’ve listened to Dark Side of the Moon probably 19,627 times and I mean to tell you they really nailed it. Even The Great Gig in the Sky, which they had the audacity to have a white woman sing… AND NAIL IT! Anyway, yeah, if you have the opportunity and can see these guys, you totally should. I think the tickets were $30.
The Rest will Flow ~ Porcupine Tree. I don’t have much to say about this one. P.T. is a more recent favorite of mine, since 2007ish. LOOOOOOOOVE THEM. So hard.
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[Jun. 24th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
Uhh... Cool Whip in a can? What the hell? That's just... no. NO.
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| RIP Kelsey; 5-28-85 to 6-20-09 |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|12:33 pm] |
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| | Dust in the Wind, Kansas | ] |
Twenty four years old, and gone. Died in her sleep. Body and Heart finally broken by the abuse of… too much… of everything. 20 fucking 4. She was moving to Seattle in August. This and the credibility of VH1 were the last things we talked about, and now she’s dead. Her artwork is on my fridge, and now she’s dead. She threw up once too many, and now she’s dead.
Died on the day of my grandma’s memorial service.
ANY ONE ELSE CARE TO FUCKING DIE ON ME?
Dear Universe… how ‘bout you knock it the fuck off?! That would be Super.
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|09:43 am] |
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I just saw this posted on a tattoo community... I don't know if it's old news, totally fake or what...
I can't fathom "deciding" to go to sleep while having your fucking mug tattooed period, letting alone trusting some stranger to give you what you wanted, PERMANENTLY ON YOUR FACE. I kinda hope this is true. serves her right.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,526837,00.html
Geez.
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| LOL! |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
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LULZ for the spelling and grammar nazi's out there.
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| crapppppp |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|07:42 pm] |
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UGH. After investing 30 minutes on a brain injuring service call, where every other thing I said was "I'm sorry, what?", because I couldn't understand the guy, the fucking call got dropped! I like how they ask me the best number to call me back at, since they never called me back. fUUUck. The work laptop up and decided not to recognize the modem / network / whatever anymore... where as the personal laptop has had no issue. The guy had me disconnent and reconnect, to no avail... then he decides to change my WEP key and the name of the network, also to no avail, right before the call got dropped. Luckily I was savvy enough to know how to change the personal laptop settings.
I'm not calling back tonight. I'll just have to sit there through the same 1/2 hour of bullshit getting nowhere. crap. It's nice to be able to work early in the morning or later in the evening, so I don't HAVE to be at the office... but truthfully it was starting to get a little too convenient to resist. I was taking advantage of it. So... I'm not going to sweat getting it fixed this week. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
Junk Yards. Not even baby ducks could make a junk yard warm and fuzzy. Probably they are just evil baby duck esque zombie aliens, lurking all cutely in the shadows, waiting to sick their maggot leaches on you *nods*
and, yes, in fact baby duck zombie aliens do have maggot leaches... despite how redundant you find it *files nails* so there. |
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| another one bites the dust |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|02:12 pm] |
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| | contemplative | ] |
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| | Of Wolf and Man, Metallica | ] |
In other news, for lunch today I once again buried my face into a delicious gyro, in much the same fashion I would bury my face into a righteous threesome with Liev Shriver and Jessica Biel (i.e., probably sloppily, sans any real threesome face boring skill, assuming such a thing exists). Now I smell like greasy lamb/beef meat, and I don’t hate it even a little. Methinks the next time I indulge I will dab the spots behind my ears, and wrists, with this lovely lamb grease *shrug* why not, right?
Maybe, too, I will name one of my children Gyro the Heathen Prince of Lamb Grease Deliciousness... BECAUSE I CAN... and I shall dub thee other child Berry Hot Fudge Sundae of Soft Serve Deliciousness. (since they'll prolly hate me anyway)
Counting the two gyro’s I consumed before today, this brings my tally down to 189 gyros to salvation.
I’m not daunted.
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| DE BASE R |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|10:32 am] |
Two of my all time favorite movies are Fight Club and Super Troopers. It only just now occurred to me that both movies have Pixies songs at the end. Fairly notably, for a fairly unimportant detail. I mean, you just don’t go hearing Pixies songs in every movie.
Huh. |
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| Ah yes indeed it's fun time - fun time |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|06:39 pm] |
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| |  YAY | ] |
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| | Clean Sweep theme music. OMG I'm so lame. | ] |
I paid off my truck today!! I'm pretty (read: completely) broke until the end of the month, but that's Ok.
This is a first for me. Usually I either trade something in, or total it, LOL. In fact, this is the 1st vehicle I've had (I mean own. Hah) that wasn't involved in an accident. And by accident I mean collision with another vehicle... stationary poles which jump out of nowhere and put massive dents on the passenger side not with standing (is that supposed to be 3 words or just one?)
I was REALLY looking forward to not paying just shy of $300 per month... I KNOW this truck will go another 150 - 200,000 miles... in fact I was counting on it. As it stands now, I really have no choice but to either sell it, or trade it in, before August 31st, which is when registration needs to be renewed by. So much for no car payment. Kelley blue book says I should get 3400 from private party or 1800 trade in, though... that's definitely something!
Well, within the next two months I'll be driving a different used vehicle... one that accomodates 4 people, plus all the stuff that goes with 4 people. Since minivans are officially Not Awesome, and people who are, like, 34 *gasp* drive them... I'm putting my foot down. No. No. No.
Now, everyone cross your fingers for me that nothing happens to my truck (MY truck. Hah.) between now and when I have to barter with it.
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hungry
bored