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If you all want to see the cutest Turtle in the whole wide world, I suggest you visit my Bea's site. I am not dressed for Halloween because I don't have any money, or anywhere to go. It makes me very sad indeed. But, there will always be next year, and then Bea and I can REALLY match. See you all....... in the mist............

I invited Darth Maul into my house for Halloween

My pumpkin came out pretty sweet, so I thought I'd post the pictures here. :D Please note the Alliance Symbol being projected in the backround of this photo. I can't believe the camera actually caught it.

Super Grande Triple mocha latte with non fat fat free skim soy milk with a little bit of cinnamon on top of non fat whipped cream.

I love coffee I love tea
I love the Java Jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the Java and me
a cup a cup a cup a cup a cup

oh yeah

I love coffee sweet and hot
Ooh mister mocha I'm a coffee pot
Make it all hot and I'll Pour you a spot
a cup a cup a cup a cup a cup
[The Java Jive, it's a song I sang in 9th grade and I can't remember any more words.]

When I drink coffee, which is not very often (even though I do enjoy it), I drink it with French vanilla creamer, and 5 sugar packets. I've been to starbucks twice, and both times I thought it sucked. I thought it was overpriced, and when the dude asked me what size I wanted, I said small, the bitch behind me Scoffed, and said, "Listen, do you want, Large, Grande, or Supremo" or what the fuck ever size you get there. "I'm in a hurry." I said, "I don't. I want small please, and I wasn't talking to you." The guy laughed and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, we don't have small. But I'll give you the smallest size we have." Ok cool. So my beef is not with the hot guy making less than minimum wage at starbucks. He's just trying to make a living. I don't care for starbucks the company, but that is another rant all together. My beef is with all those coffee drinkers out there who have to have everything so fucking perfect for their coffee. And they think they know everything because they can recite their order so easily. Hey guess what, if you know your fucking order so well, make it yourself. Or better yet, try going one hour without drinking a fucking coffee. Excuse the fuck out of me if I don't drink your shitty bitter coffee every fucking day and I don't know the lingo. Fuck you. The coffee drinkers that I come in contact with day after day piss me off because as soon as the little spout doesn't produce their precious, they come over to me, the person not even remotely in charge of coffee, stomp their foot, and whine. "The coffeeeeee's ouuuuutttttttttttt-ah. Whennn will thereeeee be moreeeee-uh!!!" Jesus fucking christ drink some juice. Do something healthy instead of drinking coffee. It was out, I shit you not, 55 seconds, I clocked it, and the poor lady that takes care of breakfast was headed over with the coffee cart. SHE WAS IN RANGE FOR FUCKS SAKE! Then, the same lady that was whining at me about there not being any more coffee, (when in fact, there are 4 other pots FULL of coffee, they just aren't the ultra heavy leaded stuff) she came over and asked me if I had WHIPPED CREAM! Do I look like I have whipped cream?! I am standing behind a desk, amidst paper, and pens, and computers. Here, I'll just pull some whipped cream out of my ass, which is also a refrigerator!!! FUCKING DUH! Then, when I said no, she copped a fucking attitude. This has been my experience for the last week, dealing with these asshole tennis players that drink starbucks every day, and drive their Mercedes, and carry those ugly ass quilted bags that look like they come from the 1980's. Not only have I been dealing with this for this entire week, but this has been my experience any time I get NEAR a starbucks. Shit I can't go to Barnes and Noble anymore because there is a starbucks there. Once I went to get a glass of water, and the lady standing behind me was tapping her foot. I turned around and smiled, and she looked at me and said, "Are you gonna be long?" Fuck it. I went to the drinking fountain and gave her a nice lyric as I was passing. So why am I ranting? Next time you are at a FREE coffee machine, and it is empty, don't just go whine to the closest person. Drink some juice or some water, or shut the fuck up and wait for them to refill it. And don't ask stupid questions. I have coffee rage problems.

What I'm thinking about right now:

This post doesn't really have much of a point, other than to make you laugh. I love making people laugh. :) Somedays we all feel like this i think. But what drunkard carved that lime so carefully to put it on kitty's head?? That takes talent my friends. I say drunkard, because with a lime, usually tequilla is involved... And i mean, look at him. Tequilla was involved in this somehow. I hope this cheers your day up a bit! Have a happy day today!

Wrong topic

Sorry y'all. I was at work looking for a topic, and I had no idea what to write about. I didn't forget the person in Denver, I was just being retarded. I got myself some new shampoo today, and I'm stoked to try it out. Music writing is coming along well. I almost have one more song finished, and I've got another couple in the works. I can already feel my voice coming back to where it once was; I don't have the range I want yet, but I do have some vocal elasticity that hasn't been there in a while. I don't use that feature as much as some do, but it's handy when I do scales or something. On payday, I'm putting new tires on my car, (well overdue), and maybe new brakes, etc... I might also buy the fabric for my Halloween costume, which will be in direct correlation with bea's. Anyway, just an update on my wonderful world of wankerness. I'm still in love with Seth MacFarlane, and Bono is still my hero. And if anyone hears from Seth MacFarlane, tell him, Go ahead and call me. I can be in California in 4 hours, and yes, he can sing to me all he wants...... :D Peace out home boys.

She's decided

So Beatrice has finally decided what she's going to be for Halloween. Thing is, I haven't. But Beatrice is very cute in her new costume, and she is going to thrill everybody. The turtle goddess decided, however, that she did not want to be seen in her costume before the big day. So she may make some appearances at parties beforee the big day, but she really would prefer to keep it quiet. She's cute anyway. Right now she is sleeping between the covers of my bed keeping warm on a heating pad because she knows it's almost time to hibertnate, but she'll be up and atom by the time Halloween rolls around.
On a more personal note, I'm sorry I haven't been writing a lot lately. I've been writing a lot of music of late, and I've been writing a lot of lyrics as well. I'm going back to the singer's lifestyle. After this next pan of cookies, it's gonna be nothing but clear liquids and maybe 1 Pepsi a day. I gotta do vocal workouts so I've been doing warmups and singing along with my old high school choir, A Capella [click on "listen to past choirs"], again. I have to sing in the car, though, because the walls are really thin in my house, so when I sing here, my neighbors get somewhat enraged. So, the next trick is to avoid a sore throat, or strep throat. So back to the singer's lifestyle I go. Not a problem for me, it means I have to get healthy vocally and physically. I'm stoked for that! Anyway, back on the road again. I can't wait to start writing bridges, and playing the piano, and getting away from being so out of practice. Once I get rolling, it'll be good times indeed. Then you all will see me on MTV. Ohh, icky. No, sorry. Jimmy Kimmel Live is more like me. :D

She knows she's there

There is something going on here, and I'm not entirely sure what it is. Something is going to happen to me personally, I think, and I am feeling it coming. I have been listening to a lot of music lately, and it has put me back in the mood to get on stage. It's sparked earlier this month or so, and it has been on my mind almost non stop. So now, the the trick is HOW to get there. I gotta get back on stage somehow. As soon as possible. I think my hiatus is over now. So I think I'll start auditioning, I'll start mastering those tunes I've been writing, and I'll go to the only piano bar in town every night if I have to. Just to be back on stage. So those that know me, breathe a sigh of relief. I'm going back. And I promise, I'll be good backstage. No more cheese-in-a-can incidents. Or whoopee cushions (Sexy Bitch you'll get that one ;) God damn he was hot in that leather jacket, wasn't he? Whoooo. And then let's never forget the sock.) Anyway! Back to the stage I am trying to go. And I don't know if I'll be singing or acting, but I'll be back. Muah ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa.

What a Week!

Whew! I'd like to apologize to the one person that visits this blog. I'm sorry I haven't been writing. My week was a busy one, and today I have the chance to sit down and write. Yippieeeee! Well I tell you, i've had a lot on my mind this past week. I've been thinking about a little bit of everything. I've been playing piano again a little, but it's been a very little. I'm getting excited for halloween, and I don't have any parties to go to, (as if i ever had before) but I still think I'm going to dress up. I think bea and I will match this year, but i haven't decided what to be. She'd make a great mini-jedi.
So, Hello Hello, I'm back at vertigo. That's about all I've got for now, but I'll be back more often this week. I'm not doing as much. :D

If you haven't been there yet...

If you haven't been here yet, you should go.

Because who else are such big star wars fans?

Because who else even remembers what construx were? Only Stuff on My Cat!

Back in the saddle again!

So here I am feeling well rested, and happy to be off tomorrow. Wishing I was off forever. But, if wishes were fishes, I'd have a helluva lot of fish. :D Anyhoo. I said I was gonna post about some stuff, and now I shall.

The other day Lindsey Lohan was in a car accident and witnesses claimed it was because she was running from the paparazzi. Oh so sorry, Another car accident. So, this is not a news blog, but this is my opinion blog. This is my opinion. How many people do we have to kill or harm in car accidents or harm otherwise before the paparazzi gets the big fucking picture that harming someone's life is not worth the money. I'll be honest with you, I don't particularly care for Lindsey Lohan. And it's okay if you do. But when someone IMPORTANT like Princess Diana was killed because she was trying to avoid the cameras, wouldn't someone think, I mean, someone logically think that maybe this has gone too far?{ Yes, there were other things happening in Princess Diana's case, and I understand that, but still.} That woman could not escape the cameras even if she had moved to the alps and lived in a fucking cave.
I have heard some people making the comment that "Well, they're celebrities, they should expect it." So, when people want to pursue their dream of being an actor/actress, [or even in Princess Diana's case, she didn't really pursue it did she? She was princess...] that means we need to be prepared to be assaulted verbally and often physically by strangers? How would you like it if a classroom of creepy overweight, ugly, scruffy, mean fuckers followed you around and tried to get the money shot of you eating, or you peeing, or you doing something illegal? I think often times a lot of us take what privacy we have left for granted. They make big bucks off of those pictures. And I mean really, you've seen the photos. None of them are that great anyway. They are usually blurry because the photographer isn't any good, and they are shot through a shitty zoom lens, and it's just like, well, If they would put them in a photo shoot and sell the photos that way, they could get a lot more money.
And you know what, the photographers often get beat up too! Well, they're pushy bastards. So, of course people are gonna fight back. I think it's so funny to see a paparazzi person bitching because someone hit them and broke their camera. YOU WEREN'T FIVE FUCKING INCHES FROM HIS FACE!! OF COURSE HE'S GONNA HIT YOU! I WOULD HIT YOU! I think the problem begins with the stupid magazines that pay the money for this shit. Which, seeing as how photoshop has changed the tune of the magazines, and how I could be photoshopped onto Jabba the Hut's body, and somebody would say, "Hey, you gained weight," I'm surprised that there even is still a paparazzi.
But, I have an Idea. Because we cant get rid of freedom of press, and we can't kill all the paparazzi (dammit), then, what we can do is boycott the magazines and newspapers, and the crap people that publish these photos! Don't buy shit on eBay that has anything to do with a photo taken without permission from the subject. Put these professional stalkers out of work and make them get a real job. And newspapers and magazines make a lot of money off of advertising. So, it would be easy to say don't buy the shit they're advertising, but you'd have to read the magazine in order to see what they are advertising.... So that one I'm not too keen on yet. But I'll think of something. So that's my rant on that. Period.

How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb

Well, Bono didn't win it, but here's a way for you to dismantle atomic bombs! With smart ass doves! Yes doves! It's trivia! It's cartoons! oooh!! ahh! Give it a try today, and see if maybe you can Dismantle An Atomoic Boooommmmbbbb!!

Inhospitable hospitality

Tori Amos sang a song about happy workers. doo do do do do do do do dooo. I still can't figure out why I'm doing what I do. For those who do not know, I work in the hotel business, AKA Hospitality industry. I must be the most inhosptable person in this business. I am not a people person, and when I tell people that I am, I'm so lying through my teeth. I've seen others in this business who are not people people, and it shows after so many years. They are helping the customers in spite of them and not giving a damn about their pillow or lack there of. And their lives are miserable because they hate their jobs and the people they are forced to serve. Then there's me. I hate my place in the world of business as well as most of the people I'm forced to serve, but I hide it. I'm pleasant in spite of myself. I think i'm a pretty good actress, but i'm sure there are people who see through the silky thickness of my phony acting. Most who know me at work would be suprised to know that I hate this business of being a yes-person to an ignorant persons every will. [I.E. Can I have a glass of goats milk? We don't have any goats milk. Are you gonna give me money back because you don't have goats milk?] They never want to pay for anything. Don't want to pay? Then go the fuck home. I know this sounds like i'm sour, but seriously, anyone else in the business will tell you, being pleasant to people who are very not pleasant back gets old very quick.
As a side note. I'm aware that my last few entries have been quite negative, but I think it's cuz I haven't had much of a chance to vent elsewhere. Sorry for the unhappy posts. Hopefully soon, my days will be a bit sunnier, and i'll be able to be good old non-so-negative me again.