I now have a greater variety, though I have an obvious preference. I love playing music while playing Pogo or randomly surfing. It rules. And I've tried internet radio. Maybe I'm weird, but I'm not so much into it, because I don't like to listen to songs that I don't like. And a lot of times they'll play shit I can't stand.
And I rediscovered the hot deadly satanic going-to-hell just for listening to it love that is Type-O-Negative. Haven't heard them for *years*. I may listen to their newer stuff sometime, but for now I just picked my favorites from back in the day.
Why yes, the Futurama theme does kick off the beginning of my playlist. Which proves only the fact that I am a huge nerd.
County road 233, under my feet Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me I've got two miles till, he makes bail And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight, well now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead
Well it's half past ten, another six pack in And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind He pulls in the drive, gravel flies He don't know what's waitin' here this time
Hey I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight well now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead
His fist is big but my gun's bigger He'll find out when I pull the trigger
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette If he wants a fight well now he's got one And he ain't seen me crazy yet He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and, Gunpowder and lead
Gunpowder and lead, yeah
Hey!
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Seriously? I believe every woman who's ever been abused by some douchey little wannabe punk ass motherfucker should take this song to heart. I wonder how many abusers have been shot in the face after this song was written?
The world is a better place without them. Sorry, that's how I feel. You raise your hand, you got it coming. Any man, hell, any PERSON ever raise their hand to hit me...well, they'd be lucky if I JUST shot them.
I'll tell you this much. I could be the nastiest, rankest woman, weighing 600 pounds, ugly as all hell even...and I would never, EVER, let a man raise his hand to me. I think I'd send said scumbag, spineless asshole to the hospital minus a few parts. And I promise...they'd be things that person would miss. Gotta love the Kill Bill movies. Also another amazing inspiration for angry women everywhere.
I still think it has to do with self esteem. There is no way one can value themselves as a human being, and allow people to treat them worse than they would a dog. I think that's why I have never attracted guys who are abusive. I am not the worlds most attractive woman, but I have always attracted guys who are at the very least, respectful to me, and would never raise a hand to me. Of course, reading the above, you can also guess why. You're looking at the woman who stood between one of her best friends and a drunk husband and got hit in the face TWICE without moving. Then I punched him back and shoved his ass out of the room. That shit don't fly with me.
I'm not afraid to get hit. But it would only happen one time. Then you'd better prepare to lose your two best friends. The ones in your pants.
We all know who I'm talking about here. But since this is a public blog entry, I'm not going to give his name. He's linked in a Friends Only entry a while back about a billion and one times though on my MySpace blog. Wannabe punk thumbsucking douche. Thinks he's a gangsta. Ha! If he ever met a real gangsta, he'd run home to his mommy with a load in his pants. The brown squishy kind. Speaking of his mother and loads, I wish she had swallowed that one.
If you REALLY want to know who I'm talking about, add me on MySpace, and go back a few blog entries. http://www.myspace.com/tiger_pixie
If I didn't already have a wonderful boyfriend...who would totally be hurt, I would fuck his brains out. I don't know why either, I mean, he's not normally the type I go for. Actually, I'm normally more sexually attracted to women. I have a list of women I'd like to do the beast with 2 backs with. A huge list. Men, on the other hand...well the list isn't that big. Congratulations, buddy.
I'm pretty sure I'd have to double wrap him though. Condom wise. Because he's boinked a lot of ladies. A lot. Makes you think...
Hence my conspicuous absence over the past few days. Wednesday morning, like a retard, I go down the steps and I don't turn on the light. Well, I count down. There are 14 steps down. At step 10, I trip over my own feet, I slam my back into the railing, and land hard on my shoulder. 15 minutes later my back and shoulder are in a world of angry flaming pain. I have to have Robert take me to the ER after he takes my daughter to school. They did x-rays...everything was fine, but I had inflammation of the shoulder and back area. They gave me Lortab...and that shit is genius. Absolute heaven in a pill. I still gave about half of them to Mommy though because 1) I know I'm not going to need 12 of them and 2) I hate having anything potentially habit forming in the house. I've had bad experiences coming off of a habit forming medication (and no, I wasn't abusing it.) So yeah.
So I spent Wed-Fri in incredible pain (and was silently thanking God that this was Bette and Robert's weekend to keep Boo because I felt like the pits of hell. I'm feeling much better today.
And now, I love you all, but fuck you. I'm going to play TS2.
...what the bloody hell is wrong with my laptop screen? Is this going to get worse? I'm calling Dell Support in the meantime, probably on Monday unless they are open today. (Ha!)
...and apparently I can't screencap the thing. It's a little red line running all the way down my screen.
On the upside, The Sims 2 runs amazing on my computer, even though I don't exactly have the right processor to run it. *cue twilight zone music*. Running 2 expansion packs right now, University and Pets...and I'm slightly afraid to install Seasons. Even though I own it. I am not complaining though. :)
But if I can, I'm going to find out wtf is up with this red line.
Massive shitload of weird icons posted by evilgrins. Here and here. Some of them are probably NOT work/kid safe.
And some are real flashy. I have at least one person with epilepsy on my list who may not want to click the 2 above. I think the one below is safe but you may want to have someone check it out to be sure.
They are a HUGE collection, so may not be dial up safe. I am SO glad I have cable internet.
Now I'm pimping them mainly because I had to make a comment on this *one*. I'm going to warn you, that it is extremely sexually graphic.
For some reason I found that very, very disturbing...but I couldn't look away for like, a minute or so. It was oddly hypnotizing...but disturbing. Still, most of them are interesting. And I like weird shit. Just...maybe not so much with the Barbie doll thing.
Who has it easier—men or women? Why or why not? Submitted By rona_emo
As you all know, I am female. I'm just speaking to the start of a relationship here. Nothing else. In that regards, I believe that women have it a HELL of a lot easier. At least I have. I've never had to be the person to ask a guy out. When I was 18-20, I was on a medication called Zyprexa. If you want to know what it does, there's a nifty little search engine called Google. Use it. And yes, that *is* what I was on it for. :) One of the nasty little side effects of that medication was bloating and severe weight gain. I ballooned to an incredible (for my 5'3" frame) 220lbs and wearing size 22 pants before I was taken off of it at the end of my 20th year. I lost 110lbs in a little under a year. *Just* from going off that medication.
Even at that size, I was still getting approached for dates and relationships. And the guys I did date were reasonably good guys. Marty was commitment phobic. Not that I wanted a commitment. He was a good guy, and we parted on good, but permanent terms. I had one FWB. If memory serves me correctly, his name was Scotty? LOL. It was a decent experience. Not great (but then again, I can't compare ANYONE before my Scott *to* Scott because they all sucked compared to --yeah, I'll leave it at that.) I think I was really only doing it with him (the FWB, not Scott lol) to up my experience level. I know that sounds horrible, but you just had to understand the way it worked with us. We both were just out for sex. I didn't want a relationship at the time. I don't remember how it ended, I think it was just one of those things where you lose touch with someone? Meh, not important.
I didn't date seriously until I was 21 with Robert, and then Scott. Scott's and my relationship started out a little different in that I knew a little about him from what Patty told me. I did call him first, but I didn't ask him out first. He asked me out, and I told him to just come over and I'd make something. And if you've known me for a long time, you'll know how *that* night ended up. :)
But I have massively digressed. The point is, in relationships, women almost *always* have the upper hand. There may be exceptions. I'm not saying everyone's experience is the same. I have just never had an experience where I've had to actively seek a relationship. And let's face it. That's hard to do. At least it would be to me. I've never been the type of person to actively seek out even friendships, much less relationships. Most of the time, IRL, people come to me.
Men are expected to be active pursuers. At clubs they are expected to approach the women. And the guy who may be just a little awkward, or nervous, you see those poor guys get shot down all the time. In my experience, it's those guys who normally always make the most devoted and loving partners. He's the guy that hates dancing but who will dance with you anyway, even though you both look like a couple of ducks waddling together on the dance floor. (Who said I can't dance?) Seriously, though. I can't. But I love to try.
When the hell did one question turn into long ass stroll down memory lane? Well at least I've enjoyed the trip.
1) Pick up the living room 2) Take a shower 3) Do hair/makeup 4) Get dressed in sexy (for me) new shirt and skirt 5) Go out to Johnny Carinos with boyfriend tonight.
Thought I'd start doing this, and ya gotta love the tag name.
Yet another Taylor Swift video. I know, a lot of people really don't like Taylor Swift. Including my dear boyfriend. But he does like this song. I think she's awesome now, but I think she's really going to be something else once she matures a little bit and gets more of an adult perspective. I love the fact that she writes her own songs. And they're well written songs. Some of them are a bit on the naive side, but they're unique. She has a talent that will serve her well in years to come.
I actually got something useful out of a Twitter Post! Did the world end? But yeah, woofiegrrl, you're a genius.
I'm starting to realize, more and more as I get older, that I am a huge nerd.
Case in point? I've been watching the Futurama TV episodes lately, and the DVD commentary is so interesting. I like the ones with Ken Keeler, Billy West, and John DiMaggio the most. Especially when Billy or John will let rip with Fry, or the Professor, or Bender. And also all the inside stuff that sometimes passes too fast to see that they'll call attention to and I'll be able to pause and check it out.
I've also been watching the Beavis and Butthead movie with commentary and have come to another startling realization. Mike Judge is a bit of a douchebag (but a funny one) and I have a huge girl crush on Yvette Kaplan. Not in the "I'd do her" way, but more along the lines of someone you could just reach out and hug to death. She's adorable. She's the only person in a commentary that I have ever listened to that I felt that, if I met her, we could be instant friends. Not like it'll ever happen, but still.
SO many bad, bad words came to my mind immediately upon viewing this travesty of outright bullshit. I wanted to voice my thoughts and opinions in an articulated, well-thought out form. Unlike the makers of this video.
But coherent thoughts are not possible after viewing this garbage. Not when the only thoughts in your head are "HOW? HOW? HOW?"
That's literally all I could think. HOW are "they" infringing on my rights? HOW are :"they" affecting my ability to raise my child? (At least she will have compassion and love if she had anything...yes, ANYTHING, to tell me) HOW did this rectal waste find it's way into my brain?
Congratulations, NOFM. You have succeeded in eradicating my ability to want to think for myself anymore. I may now become another right wing crazy Christian holding pictures of dead babies while picketing abortion clinics while my own child has the same mind numbing brain killing bullshit crammed down her throat by a charismatic preacher named Timothy Miracle who eventually becomes a cult leader and we all die a horrible death while stockpiling arms because JESUS IS COMING!
Ok...no. Just no.
I posted all of the above in 2 comments on YouTube.
But...poor Boo, I believe, has an ear infection. It's been awhile since she's had one...but luckily I got her a Dr's appointment today w/Dr. Mernitz...if she isn't called to deliver a baby or something. She's on call. I hate to say this, but I hope no babies are born right this minute. Worse comes to worse we'll take her in tommorrow at walk-in early in the morning. But I guess she came home from school, Bette said (it's their weekend and they normally keep her Thurs-Sat or Sun on their weekends) that she was crying because her ear hurt so bad. And that's never a good sign for her.
I don't think she has anything contagious, so Bette and I agreed that she could stay over there. Because with her cousins over there, she's NOT going to want to come home. Unless it turns out she is contagious, but honestly, I would've gotten something, Scott may have, I KNOW Mom and Dad would've come down with something if Boo had anything communicable. And of course, if she decides she does want her mommy, she can come home anytime. She knows this too. And it happens more when she's sick. But she's really missed her cousins, and especially loves Corinna...and Grandma is always fun. Unless she's really hurting and sick, she'll want to stay with Grandma and the kids. I'm okay either way. The great thing about my family, and Robert's family and Scott's family, even, is that this child is very well loved by everyone. She is a very loving and sweet little girl. She's really my pride and joy.
I'm out of here. Have to call the doctor's office at 3 to make sure Dr. Mernitz is still in.
Edit: Boo's back at home and we ended up taking her to PromptMed. The pain was too much. Boo was screaming and crying so they gave her some ear numbing stuff. She has an ear infection and was prescribed zythromyacin. It's a very strong antibiotic so hopefully it'll help.
Aunt Flo came today. I think she had a fight with her daughters last night telepathically or something because I started feeling MUCH better since about 10:00pm on. Moody, Bitchy, Weepy AND Crampy left in a huff It was like a huge weight was suddenly lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. T'was a glorious feeling!
And she was considerate enough to wait until about 9:30 this morning to slowly announce her appearance. It really was quite graceful. And as a favor to you, that fanciful description will be the only description that exists.
I'm so happy I want to just go do something tonight or tommorrow night with my boyfriend! We both deserve it.
Feel absolutely free to skip. And let me start out by saying that I'll be fine. I've called the nurse at Centerstone (used to be Quinco and have been my mental health providers for years) and hopefully she'll get back to me. I have some questions and want some answers and I'm sure I'll get them. I trust this office. They've always been great.
If I don't stop crying, I may have to declare myself legally insane. This is the PMS girl talk for the guys out there who want to skip, or read, or whatever. Because I'm posting it for the world to see! MWAHAHAHAHAH!
OH MY GOD. The mood from hell. So for those of you who know, and those who don't...I've had a wacked out period for the past 3 1/2 months. So now that my body has decided to be more normal, my Aunt Flo's Daughters, Bitchy, Weepy and Moody. Crampy is nowhere in sight, the bitch...but the other three are sure as hell making up for her absence! Especially Weepy.
I have been crying lately...over literally nothing. I made the mistake of watching Marley and Me the other night and I bawled for the last 20-25 minutes of the movie. Which, duh, probably would've on a good day. Sad, sad, ending...sweet, but sad. Yeah, that's all I'll say about that. But other times...I just cry. NOTHING sets it off. I can think of no trigger, just a huge emotional pain grips my chest and I just can't stop myself from crying. I HATE IT. I don't mind crying when there's a reason, but ugh, to cry for no reason that I can even think of just SUCKS.
Moody's presence has been just as strong. She's been throwing me some out there curveballs. Like jealousy. What. The. Fuck! Yeah, nothx, k...I am NOT a jealous person. I hate jealousy in all it's forms. It implies a lack of trust, which I DO NOT HAVE. Needless to say it's ridiculous, I KNOW it's ridiculous, but no....that doesn't matter to Moody. If I didn't trust in the strength of my relationship, I wouldn't be in it. And of course, does that matter to Moody? Of course not.
Bitchy has been my poor boyfriend's nemesis over the last week. Though I've had to kick her ass and stifle her...because I know she's taking cues from Moody and THAT is not going to work.
I'm actually looking forward to Crampy's arrival because Aunt Flo won't be that far behind. She'll be welcomed with as a guest of honor this month! I'll be that happy to see her. I have NEVER said that before. EVER.
Okay...getting some of that out has been cathartic. Hopefully the nurse will call sometime today or tommorrow. I'll distract myself. I need cupcakes. Strawberry cupcakes. I will make it so.
Disclaimer: Reading may cause brain implosion. Proceed with caution.
My luck with embedding is horrible. You can tell it more under my embed tag on Live Journal because everything I choose to share in my journal gets yoinked by The Powers that Be in favor of so called dingleberry copyright laws. I trust google video more than say...megavideo and YouTube. I don't know...but hopefully they keep.
100 Greatest Discoveries in Astronomy...brilliant show if you can get past Bill Nye. There's a lot of interesting people he is able to interview and discuss this stuff with. It's really very fascinating to me. All of it.
I went, anyway, from watching that, to watching this.
That's right. Penn and Teller's Bullsh!t. I actually like them a lot. I like the show they did before this one a lot better than this one...it was a show back in maybe the early part of this decade? I don't know...but sometimes this show is cathartic to watch also.
And now to end my rambling, watch my show so I can go to bed. Good night!
and Totally up for grabs. Steal, credit or no...I really don't care. In fact, if you want to steal them, and make them animated in a cool yet not too glittery way...maybe a small glowing/twinkling way...I would adore it if you would let me have them and I would totally credit you! I has no animating software anymore. I may redownload it...I don't know.
This has been my bliss lately. This show. It's called The Universe on History Channel...I love this show. Some of the things, especially the Hubble images, are just so breathtaking in scope and...I'm just fascinated by what new things astronomers are discovering and hypothesizing over every year. I'm loving the new theories and ideas that astrophysicists are coming out with.
So for those of you who know, and those who don't...I've been going through a bit of moody hellishness lately. I'm feeling a little more grounded now. I just really wanna find out what's been going on. The pharmacist today, when I went to ask him about Midol...if it would help the moods just a little...of course he said not to expect a miracle, and I'm like, "No, sir...I'm not. Just a little relief." Maybe it's psychosomatic, maybe it's not...but I feel a little more on level ground tonight. Thank God!
Anyway, going to watch more Universe on STC and just bliss out for awhile. *hugs* to everyone and bear with me.
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Totally up for grabs. Steal, credit or no...I really don't care. In fact, if you want to steal them, and make them animated in a cool yet not too glittery way...maybe a small glowing/twinkling way...I would adore it if you would let me have them and I would totally credit you! I has no animating software anymore. I may redownload it...I don't know.