Spew It Forward!

Happy Feat

2008-08-05T23:34:00.000-07:00

So, I helped in opening one of the prettiest bookstores in the Northwest, a bookstore so pretty that it has a name "concept" (original, no?), right smack dab in the middle of the future of what a bookstore should be....in the future...or um..the present - now, I'm there sniffing the carpet glue whilst I toss aboot product.

We're a digital society and like any good capitalists my company honed in on the hottest of trends; we the people are completely ravaged by our addiction of being in the "now", oh boy...dare I say it...."real time", (email, texting, paging, damn it, we need you now, life as we know it will collapse without an immediate response society.) All other time as we currently measure the fire globe, before this point in um..time, was only relative (did your head explode? mine did days ago...I'm making potpourri) needless to say you can download crap at my new store, you can buy shit to upload more shit, you can buy this thing that will bring you cable shows at the North Pole! Books, yep..lots and hell, you can upload books to your ereader. Here we are in the now and I got a sexy bookstore that wreaks of NOW. With that comes glitches that abound, things break, the sexiness factor has become a needy girl/boyfriend, one that needs validation every fucking second you're in the same vacinity, oy. It's been a trial to say the least, but still...it's hot and amazing and really fuckin' cool and I'm there. Nice.

This store won't be for all folk, but that's how we humans roll, no? We all like different things, I for one am constantly amazed by beautiful shiny things and that's what this store is and I'm proud to be part of it. That aside, things are still in the organizational phase and things are overlooked, so when I turned to give the GM a report, I was greeted by a dolly (left behind from a delivery moments before) and um...twisted and contorted my body in ways it has never known (at least that I will admit to without a yoga teacher present)anyhoo, I did the great cartoon dance of '08, you could almost hear the bloopy cartoon music. I looked at my GM while doing the death dance and I thought to myself, "fuck. it." and fell all the while I still held her gaze and then like some fearless animated creature I bounced like a fucking Tigger, I'm a human f'n marvel, so watch yer orange and black ass Tigger, this cat would dig your paycheck, wink, wink.

Miraculously I'm just sore...shit happens and do note that I willingly acknowledge my shortcomings (cough *no grace* cough) even before I know I have them and well, I am far from graceful by any measure, but damn it I'll put on a f'n show for ratings (I got "10's across the board) I did and now I'm sore and here we are...in the future when minutes ago it was only speculation. I'm exhausted, but, I see a light...oh my. ;)

Good Night :)

Theresa
Operations Manager, LOL!!!

Um...

;)

If your in the Seattle are come to largest mall in the state (shoot me) and check out the store. :)

Share where? Here.

2008-05-20T22:31:00.000-07:00

Okay, things I'm digging currently, tis cool to share:

The Kills - I totally missed the Seattle show, I so suck, they so fucking rock!!!!
"I want you to be crazy baby, cuz you're stupid when your sane" right on.

It's like X frosted with the Pixies, with a splash of the White Stripes, a dash of Sonic Youth...oh furk, they need no comparison, they ate my rock n' roll soul, chewed it and spit it out and I love them all the more for it. Music lust. LOVE THEM!

John From Cincinatti - An HBO series so amazingly smart and thoughtful my mind exploded with every episode when I watched the first run on HBO. Surf's up folks and my father says it's all good. "See God Kai" and we'll never know if she does because the suits at HBO didn't have the balls to continue on with it (fuckwits). It was indeed cancelled, pissshitfuckdayum.com, buy the DVD and tweak out yer mind. It's full on amazing and weird, just how I like it.

Boomsday - Christopher Buckley rocked me with this book. Social Security reform, anarchy, politics...farce abounds. Satire forever. Read it.

Alrighty, that is all...Hillary won Kentucky, Obama won Oregon...it's cool like that. ooooooooooooooo, look at me posting two days in a row...*sigh*

Write on with the diddly

2008-05-19T18:35:00.000-07:00

Maintaining a blog can be about as fun as reading a blog that never posts diddlysquat.

Diddlysquat, I believe that it was George Carlin who asked, "What exactly is diddlysquat?” Well, I'm here to tell you. Diddlysquat is everything, but it don't mean diddly. And when you diddle, not to say that all things diddle, but they do, does it mean squat?

Yes, everything is everything. With that said (a supreme line of bullshit indeed) you will see that I neglect to write regularly. I lack many things in life but mostly I lack willpower and discipline. Sure, under the right circumstance or situation I'm a devilish hoot, but I try like hell to be less hootie and more blowfish....er....um...perhaps not blowfish, but you get the drift, I've got this human thing going on and I'm fallible and lazy.

Art has always been a more tactile experience for me, that is until I started writing, blurbing, schmurbing, blogging...and then it stopped. Many friends and family asked why, I said I was lazy, tired, spent and I was but everything and others words and perceptions brought me back here and I know I have to write on. So, forgive my lazy ass (like a lazy eye, but without the patch). I will come to terms with the will to write and practice the discipline it takes write stuff, diddlysquat and assorted other babble, if not for myself, then for the abyss of the web and its assorted and loverly residents.

It may not make sense, but I think I know what I'm doing, kind of.

A New Hope

2008-05-08T20:23:00.000-07:00

In the historical footnotes of life you will, at this juncture of our political existence, find the persevering message of "hope". You know what hope is, right? It's that ache of anticipation residing deep within your belly whenever something good or bad is about to happen. It's going to happen, with or without you. So it is suggested that you suck it up and deal. Swell.

This blog, me, moi, and the assorted other personalities that reside within my psyche are supporting Senator Barack Obama for President of these pretty and ever so purple United States Of America. Why? It's not the color of his skin, skin color has never had any influence on any decision that I have made in this life; however, it is the senators' ballsy message of "hope" - audacious indeed.

The war has worn us down, the economy rips at what's left in our wallets, and the status quo in D.C. (the vitriolic bullshit that is American politics) has worn us the fuck out. Blah to it all.

Hope. It's what we feel when we awake every day. First and foremost, we hope that we wake up and when we do how fucking lucky are we? Very lucky. Hope is all we have ever really have had in this life on the spinning rock. Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING is a given and we take it for granted every day; we bitch, we moan in pleasure in pain, we ignore the realities of the inevitable (death, or so they say and we all know about "they", ahem.). We are so arrogant in our thought processes. Hope, it's all we got. Sure, love is all we need, but it's hope that spurns the process of loving, acceptance and tolerance.

I sat on the fence for some time being a feminazigirliethang. I wanted Hillary to be the answer to all the ills of our world, but it ended up being politics as usual and that left a nasty taste in my mouth. Notice to politicians: It has been said that eating pineapple reduces the unsavory taste of nasty political spunk. Try it, as I find it hard enough to swallow that we are one nation under God, when I believe that we are one world under the cosmos (the concept of one God is super fantastic, but a few atoms got in the way) and that all acts of the positive nature will see us through the unknown.

It is not about a black man and a woman (finally, after all this fucking time) it's about a positive message, it is about leadership with a positive effect, and not about who'll answer the fucking phone at 3 a.m. Sweet Mary.

Get down with your purple self and be real about what matters and what truly matters is the message of the promise of a hopeful new day.

Hope: it's all we got. Vote Barack Obama this fall, or not. Again as I've always muttered, the choice is yours. Just see outside of your current reality and touch, smell, and live what is our one saving grace, and that is HOPE. Dig?

Change - d again

2008-05-02T10:44:00.000-07:00

"Be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi,

Okay, I can be the change I want to see in the world. That is if change would be so kind as to cut me some slack for just a fricken’ minute so that I can process and proceed. I have no choice but to allow change to form the future course of life as I thought I knew it to be. I'm changes bitch. Ugh.

Change in my life is not unlike loose change that you can find in your pocket, on your dresser, and at the bottom of your purse (or “man-bag," if you will). If I could only bottle all the loose change lying around I’d be rich, but at this moment it is scattered about wreaking havoc on my floor, my washing machine and growing hair on the bottom of a water-logged red leather purse. I want to be rich; I just can’t gather all the change and make a dollar or any sense of it all. I self medicate and supplement it with a dollop of pharmaceutical aid courtesy of the the gynecologist who, with her hand up my girlie unit, divulged that if I didn't chill out soon I'd have a heart attack. Golly.

Water changed the course of my life recently. The hot water hose connected to the washer in the apartment that I never fully moved into decided to Katrina the living shit out of my belongings as I labored away for 12 hours for a thankless, soul-less, burned out troll. It was on that day that water made the bold decision to make changes for me. It decided what was to be gone from life, and it decided I had to move – again. I still don’t know what I have left of the past but I know the future doesn’t have room for it.

As the year has passed the new job has mutated into just "the job" and as the corporate leadership mafia reevaluates the nature of changes within the industry and the economy our evil boss has opted to step down. A self demotion before those of the "they" the very "they" of the "they just don't understand" ilk that we are so accustomed to blaming all-that-is-wrong in the book business on; those of “they” who convey the change we resist, decided to step her right the fuck out of the store. Karma has a play date with change – News at 11. I won’t go into details, but with this change brings more change - another new direction out of my control - but exciting nonetheless.

My body has changed, for the better. Oddly, a diet of stress garnished with Xanax, Zoloft, beer and other assorted carbohydrate combinations eaten on-the-fly while I attempted to corral the constant irrational change at work has attributed to a waistline long forgotten. It was change that brought on the belly and change that tames it now.

The political world has embraced a woman and a black man as candidates for the Presidency – Holy fucking change up the ying-yang Batman! This is a change long time coming and it’s beautiful. It changes how we see and discuss our ever changing future and we’re looking at issues we haven’t had the balls to address without protest or riot in as many years as I’ve been alive.

Change is life as we know it, we only deceive ourselves by grasping onto routines and subjective acts of normalcy and calling it all good while underlying factors melt our realities. Fuck change. Embrace change. Change has fucked me in the ass time and time again and like the President before me I couldn't - or rather wouldn't - support an exit strategy and admit failure to comprehend all the change. Change is nothing more than the reaction to an action and boy is my ass sore but apparently ready to take on more. Ummm.....twisted and demented analogy, indeed. The good news is that I'm writing again and hopefully I will continue to do as such as I want to be the change that I expect to see in the world. I mean, why the fuck not?

I'm back, miss me much? ;)

Imagine..

2007-09-03T10:18:00.000-07:00

"...a version of Studio 54 where Jane Austen, wearing nothing but gold panties, vomits all over Harold Bloom’s shoes while infomercials for debut novels flash on the walls."

I believe somebody has been snooping into my dream journal again. ;)

Spew It Forward Miss South Carolina Style

2007-08-29T00:03:00.000-07:00

"I believe that children are the future...teach them well and let them lead the way..." OR not..yikes.

Alrighty then, to be fair I was once interviewed by the local media when the sequel to "Gone With Wind" came out....and you know what? It sounded exactly like what Miss South Carolina said, I may even have had an Osama reference as well, sure it was 1995, but wtf, I think I was speaking in tongues that day (much to the dismay of the reporter). Shit happens, but holymudderofgawd, that girl sounded like Britney Speares hashing out current events whilst imbibing the fuck out of a Jager bottle.

It's late and again I apologize for not updating this more often as Bush's baked beans seem to dropping like flies. Bush's brain, gone. Gonzales made a not so speedy exit. It's a pathetic state of government. Yes, things are happening as they should, perhaps a bit too late, but shit is going down!

My job, well, I love the job, can't say the same for the state of the company or the General Manager (straight up evil, bi-polar and downright CRUEL) I won't go into details as I'd like to keep the job and I'm being trained to be a General Manager (taking over for evil, it can only go up from here), but um...fuckmewithagoddamned fork! This job is truly testing my will to continue working (checks MegaMillions ticket, *shakes head*). 7 months in my new home and I've still got boxes that need unpacking because I work 50 - 60+ hours a week, every week (I'm a manager and I'm managing to wither, mostly). "Your lucky, I could schedule you 56 hours a week like some GM's" spake evil.

Oh really?

Some days, I think if I say or do the right thing I'll get a promotion to Vice President of Whatchamacallits, it's what my company is doing at present, relieving stores of "full timers" and promoting every Tom, Dick and Harry to VP status, it's truly unfucking believable, dissent is as rampant as is the rash on my blistered and weary ass. I said I'd give it a year and I've been working closely with the DM and HR to alieve some of the irrational happenings and bullshit (not an easy position and unlikely to be found in the Kama Sutra), but Jesus H....it's been difficult. Whatever...I'm following my bliss(ter?)...right? Ugh.

So anyhoo, Miss South Carolina, you sounded like a complete fucking moron, not to worry, the President sounds that way most days and I too have babbled shit like that...you know...South Africa n' shit, education and Osama. You'll get recognition and many a Google hit and as for me, I'll get another IRS audit for judging the uber pathetic excuse for a commander of chief (the bitch still doth suck...BONG! Another $1000 to the IRS...mmmkay..), I'll get retribution from evil GM for saying she's twisted and evil. I'm just straight up fucked, God Bless Americanz and um ...South America, education and um Osama...like, I'm hungry...what?...does this dress make me look like a prom queen? No? My ass is fat? Somebody put a fucking tiara on my head now! Fuck.

Did any of this make sense? What the hoopy shmoopy ploopy!!!

Ritz, put on

2007-08-15T10:43:00.001-07:00

Young Frankenstein - look out New York. They've got a few little glitches to work out (the first half is a smidge lengthy)but the majority of the songs of fabulous. Megan Mulally is excellent, but whatever you do don't touch her or her tits. All the jokes are there, "what big knockers..." "Abby Normal"...Good Times! It won't be reviewed until it opens on Broadway, but I'm here to tell you that I laughed my somewhat ample ass off!

It's all good

2007-08-04T02:53:00.000-07:00

I'm sooooooooo tired. Shoot me, love the job, truly.

Hippo birdy two ewes.

;)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows of what was fomerly known as my brain

2007-07-17T09:20:00.000-07:00

This is it, the last few days before the release of the final installment of the Harry Potter series. You don't have to "get it" you just have to experience it and come Saturday morning @ 12:01 a.m., If you reserved or preordered you can, if you didn't, fear not, I'm certain that Gas stations, Doctor's offices, Gun Shops and Women's apparel boutique's across the fricken' globe will carry the book. If you have a particularly large bowel movement that day, don't be surprised if you see the book in your toilet, after all, it's magic!

This is a huge event for the publishing industry and a monster event for me as I've never planned an event so large, my last few events were minuscule in comparison to the shindig happening this Friday. Needless to say I'm drooling and twitching a lot and I have be known to mutter (or shout, depending on the circumstance) that "I have a rash on my ass and it's shaped like Harry Potter."
Enjoy the festivities, be part of publishing history. *twitch*

"SERENITY NOW!!!!!!!!!!" - George Costanza

2007-07-10T21:59:00.000-07:00

It's so wrong when the President constantly flips us the bird and the fucking Vice President shoots at anything the he thinks is a bird. Kind of makes you wish a bird would just shit in their mouths so they'd get the freakin' bird flu and die.

Ummm...yeah.

Okay, I've thought about it and I've come to the realization that wishing death to Dubya and his "Dick" was rather harsh, so, I was thinking that once the bird flu set in the men could have develop a debilitating fever (achy and sweaty lil' motherfuggers..) and to top that off I was thinking that a hideous dose of the ass blistering won't-scab-over-for-days diarrhea would ravage their knotted and infected guts. Oh yes, the shitting would continue for hours. This shitbullets do not relent. So until and only until they apologize for their abuses of power and resign like the good lil' Nixon's the have the potential to be, the shitting will never cease.

Serenity now.

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Puttin' on the Ritz...

2007-07-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

Must see this show......

Amy Winehouse: The bitch doth rock!!

2007-06-21T21:26:00.000-07:00

Birthday Salutations

2007-05-03T08:14:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday to me and a very Happy Un-birthday to you!! At my age, when I remove my bra upon returning home from a long day at work I say "release the hounds!" It's fun, you should try it.

The job is going well, it's a huge-ass job, but, I'm rocking that bitch and I'm finally able to sit upright for more than an hour when I get home and soon I can spew more regularly, lucky bitches. Peace out and have a loverly day!

2007-04-23T09:24:00.000-07:00

Whoops

2007-03-13T08:11:00.000-07:00

Don't you hate it when bloggers leave up their Christmas themed templates? Lord knows I do.

I'm not dead (way easier to type when one is indeed - alive).

I'll be back regularly soon, I've been holding it in and I'm almost ready to spew once more. ;)

Humpdayalooza

2007-01-24T05:43:00.000-08:00

"The great challenge which faces us is to assure that, in our society of big-ness, we do not strangle the voice of creativity, that the rules of the game do not come to overshadow its purpose, that the grand orchestration of society leaves ample room for the man who marches to the music of another drummer."

-Hubert H. Humphrey {1911-1978 US Vice President}

Snow, again. Trump spews, again.

2007-01-16T18:08:00.000-08:00

1. I hate snow. This has been the longest six inches has ever stuck around my home. Last Wednesday it snowed, a lot and six inches in three hours and then, this morning it snowed about three more inches just in time for the morning commute. I fell - twice. The bus slid around - twice. I gave up and came home and promptly napped. Sure, it can be pretty, but it's awful when it happens, we're a hilly area, many slopes, many hills, many roads closed. Ugh.

2. Donald Trump is a sad, pathetic, screeching and hysterical wannabe man. Give the bitch a Midol suppository, asap!

3. Time magazine naming "You" as person of the year was an awesome tribute to our cyber power, what little there is and then I saw some elitists media types scoffing at the very idea, there were more far important people and issues, apparently more important than "YOU" in their eyes. Need they forget, those elitist media types, that at any time, during any minute of any particular day that "they" are "me's", "him's", "her's" and a couple of "hey you's" and yes they too are "YOU's".

The first night of big snow, the next day, twilight a few days later and today, shoot me. :)

[I'm in the midst of a move and still working a lot, I'll be back...]

Full Moon Spew

2007-01-03T19:22:00.000-08:00

This is just a tip but if you're going to steal a cell phone from a kid at my local Park n' Ride, don't.

Some dude attempted this tonight, right as I was getting off my bus to await my next bus. It was all very exciting. I didn't see it happen, what I saw was the local police tossing some dude in the back of a squad car and then I turned to see if my bus was coming when I heard a muffled pop, pop, pop and um...pop. The cops were tazing the shit out of the dude and he still managed to get out of the car at which time 3 cops tackled the phone theif to the ground and tazed his sorry ass 4 more times. About 7 cop cars in all arrived to catch a theif, a theif that wanted to make a call, that, I assume, he never made. One thing is for sure, he will get one phone call later.

Full moons bring out the best in everyone. One of the cafe employee's didn't show for work this morning causing a massive chain reaction of pissed off bosses, pissed off employee's who had to cover for the offenders ass. My boss didn't even confront the little shit when he did arrive. On the other hand, after I was assaulted by a very pissed off customer for having to wait for her precious f'n mocha while the late employed continued his trend of lateness after his lunch, I ran behind the counter to take orders sot that the barista could make the drinks (all this during my lunch break which I was already 1/2 hour into)argh....dudes, I sell books, not Latte's, it was not good. I took the offending barista into the cafe office and asked him where, for the love of God, was his love for his job???

I listened to a massive line of bullshit and said straight up that I don't play games, when you fuck up...you let everyone down and then I made him read the note left by the pissed off customer and said "that's the last customer you'll ever piss off on my watch, if your going to work here, find some love for your job dude, or leave." He stared at the ground and promised never to mess up again and can I just say...I dig when air gets blown up my ass...no, really.

As the kid left when his shift was over, I walked up to him shook his hand, empathized with his school/work/family drama issues and said "find the love, dude. I'll see you tomorrow at what time?"

"7 a.m., I promise" he said.

Another blast of air in me bungholio.

And finally a note to those returning books after the holiday. Do note that we know how old the book is, bestsellers from 1985 just won't make the grade, or say Katherine Hepburn's autobiography in hardcover "but it's brand NEW!"...sure it was new when it came out 1991, perhaps the customer overslept, fuck if I know but that book stank of garage sale find "It's looks new, I'll return it for cash...without a receipt...yeah, that's the ticket!" Assholes. Three people tried this today, it was insane. Stop, please. Thanks.

Auld Lange Syne

2006-12-31T09:15:00.000-08:00

2006 was a year of epic change, exhausting on many levels and if there's one thing I learned to appreciate it was in fact the process of change, because it is the very essence of the human condition and that of the earths.

In the past month alone, change bitch slapped us daily; snow, monumental wind storms, knocking out power for days and for some weeks at a time, and some still don't have their cable back. Employees continued to quit at my new job in droves and finally..."the other manager" snapped completely and walked out the door two days before Christmas, interestingly enough, the employees who quit, left because they were treated like shit by "the other manager" and finally, when I wouldn't respond to her chronic verbal slams against myself, she snapped. When I got the call from my boss, I was told a story that blew my mind, basically, she was threatened by my very existence and felt I was given preferential treatment, mmmmhmmm, if working excessive hours and 6 days a week is preferential treatment somebody shoot me. Whatever, she's history and won't be missed. There is a level of optimism in that store that they haven't felt in a couple of years and I'm not saying that is due to me at all, sure I was an instigator for change, but all I did was act like a compassionate, albeit extraordinarily fallible person - in other words, I was myself and relied heavily on my own belief system of compassion, encouragement and education. I've still got a lot to learn, but it will be much easier without someone constantly slamming me. Asta la vista little miss angry pants. Best wishes to you and remember, there is one constant in life - change.

Yesterday, I lost my voice due to exhaustion which brought on a bout of bronchitis topped off with a sinus infection, gosh golly...my puffy eyes and scratchy voice make me feel sexy. I put the telly on cspan and watched for hours as a procession of mourners walked past President Fords casket, it helped me to sleep and relax, thanks Gerry! The night before, it was the hanging of that tyrant Saddam Hussein that put me to sleep and earlier in the week it was the news the James Brown had past that I reflected on as I slept. Hell, who needs Excedrin P.M. when you have death to rock you to sleep.

Today I go looking for a new abode, with what little energy I can muster. There will be no partying for this girl tonight, I will be resting, blowing my nose, coughing and eating vitamin C like m & m's. 2007 is going to be a great year of change, like every year before it and I look forward to it. I've got a terrific and supportive family and an amazing group of helpful and supportive friends, I couldn't ask for anything more, because I know I need them and they need me throughout the changes that life brings. Best wishes to you all and Happy New Year!!!!

Meme it forward!

2006-12-19T20:31:00.000-08:00

* Rules for this tag game are:
-Grab the closest book to you
-Open Page 123
-Scroll down to the 5th sentence
-Post the next 3 sentences on your blog
-Name the book and author
-Tag 3 people

"Atoms had been found to contain light negative electrons and, later, were found to contain a positively charged nucleus. This suggested that they might be tiny versions of the solar system, with planetary electrons in orbit around a nuclear sun. The notion gave rise to fantasises in which the electrons were indeed miniature planets."

The book: Alice in Quantumland

I know about as much about quantum physics as I do about birthin' babies, little to nothing...but I'm always willing to learn and the whole wonderland concept pulled me in like a black hole named...um...Bessie, I guess. ;) Cheers!

This meme has been around the block and back again, so I tag anyone who wants to play! Just leave me a comment and I'll read your efforts.;) Thanks and have a super night and a brilliant tomorrow.

Last Minute Christmas Shopping Tips

2006-12-18T20:33:00.000-08:00

Leave me alone. I jest. Kind of.

The storm contributed to mass drama today and the events following the storm lead to some angry mofo's shopping. But damn it all, you're not going to bring me down. Weather happens. Every damn day, Sometimes it's uneventful, others times it's monumental. Christmas happens every year on the same date - THE SAME DATE. So, when you get in your cars to go to the mall, relax and breathe, please don't get pissed at the customer service if they don't have what you want. It's the week before the holiday and if they don't have it, chances are they won't. But then again you know what day Christmas is, don't you?

If you have a coupon, read that sucker....READ IT!!!! It's all there in the print. Don't look for loopholes so you can take advantage that's tacky and gauche, so stop. If there's a limit, don't try to work you way around it. That would blow the mind of any seasonal or seasoned cashier. READ YOUR COUPONS, flyers and whatnots before you shop, it makes everything easier on everyone. Relax...breathe.

I won't talk down to you, if you don't talk down to me.

Smile. We're all in this together. Do you think the Wise Men went ballistic on the shopkeepers? "Give me some incense and myrrh, bitch. Now! I've been in this line for over twenty damn minutes and we've got this messiah to buy for, hurry or else!! Can we speak with a manager?"

"Sure, if you think the manager can pull some incense and myrrh out of their ass on demand, I will call the manager, just have some Purell handy, mmkay?"

Not wise, I'd say.

Tip: Calling for a manager just clogs the pipes, people. Careful what you wish for...muhahahah!

Kindness and patience wins out every time.

You're tired, I'm tired and it's all in the spirit of Christmas, which falls on December 25th every god blessed year. So relax. Honking your horn in heavy traffic rarely (if ever) gets you anywhere quicker than if you suck it up and roll with it. Don't be an annoying fucktard, just drive....relax, breathe. Stop with the honking, twitlips.

Watch out for pedestrians, you'll get where your going a lot quicker then they will, every time. One ton of inert metal vs. flesh and fucking blood. Gosh, who's gonna win out there? Remove thy head from thy ass when you are driving. It saves lives and that precious thing called time and we're all in a race against time and guess who always wins? Time goes on, we die, it's a fact of life, so relax...breathe and focus on what's going on around you.

Be kind and courteous and it comes back two-fold. If it doesn't, reflect on that shit, take two aspirin and call someone who gives shit and that knows you don't give a shit. Boohoo, suck it up, life goes on....Christmas or not.

Make the best of every situation, don't be an asshole, because I've got a can of asshole repellent with your name on it and an itchy trigger finger to boot.

Relax, breathe.

Oh yeah, Christmas falls on December 25th. That's a heads up for next year and most will ignore it and come and demand things that were available a month ago, but others have snatched it up and are relaxing with family and friends as we speak. THINK. Plan. THINK.

Relax, breathe.

Karma, baby! Karma.

/ spew

Peter Boyle

2006-12-18T20:25:00.000-08:00

A great actor, but it's all about Young Frankenstein for moi, trust me, I've been singing "Putting on the Ritz" in "Abby Normal" monster style for days now. Enjoy your rest Peter, you earned it.

[Tube via Side Salad and thanks fer thinking this bitch is funny, despite what that pompous load of shit Christopher Hitchens says. ;) Peace to you and yours from me and mine.

Love,

Sybil xoxo Muahaha!

Lick it Hitchens, lick it. :D (Btw, loved the Jefferson book, bitch.) :D

After the storm

2006-12-18T05:41:00.000-08:00

The effects of the wind are spread all around, I faired well, had my power back the next day, although the store was down for 2 days. Cell service seems to be back, craziness indeed. Needless to say I got some much needed rest, rehung my Christmas lights and removed the "No Lifeguard On Duty Sign" from my patio plants. Hohoho, Merry Christmas. Others in the area are still without power and to add to their misery, it's currently 30 degrees outside. That sucker was a DOOOZY! Woo!

Storm stories @ Google News. DOOOOZY!

Boom, boom! Out go the lights!

2006-12-14T21:22:00.000-08:00

Holy Shit! It's fucking scary windy out tonight, very scary. Power outages abound, earlier thunder and lightening smacked their shit up in every one's face. Damn. We've had power surges, outages and just fucking weird ass weather for the past 24 hours. All this adds to the joy at work; one more quit today, never to return and leaving me standing 3 hours straight ringing people up. This experience is going to melt my frickin' mind for sure. *twitch* :P~

On a lighter note, one of my customers showed me the proper way to pin curl my hair, hers are always lovely, even when she was on Dateline. Weird ass day. Oh. My. Gust! Well, I meant to say God, but a gust got in the way....gah....glurp.

"Success is the quality of your journey" - Jennifer James

*twitch*

LOL!

Help.

LOL!

Mmmmkay.

Wind gust-very scary. Have a loverly evening, tomorrow and etc.

Really. :)