Give me something. Give me something real.

Happy 35th Birthday BILLY SHARKTOOTH!

Thanks for your drunken babble last night.
Thanks for telling me how good I smelled.
Thanks for growing your hair out ofr 2 weeks.
Thanks for letting me change the Speed channle to Cartoon Netowrk.
Thanks for waking me up at midnight to tell me you were 35.
Thanks for opening your presents before work.
Thanks for liking your presents.
Thanks for going to lunch with me today.
Thanks for going to dinner and my 1st haunted house with me tomorrow.
Thanks for letting me be a part of your birthday...and your life.

You don't look a day over 34! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

P.S. I got a digital camera today so everyone better LOOK OUT!

He taught me the way to win your heart.

I know there's a lot going down this Saturday with it being so close to Halloween and all but I think you should take attending the following event into consideration because I pretty much guarantee a rockin' good time or your money back. Actually, I can't give you your money back. But I still guarantee a rockin' good time!



Your ever-evil Pussyfoot Girls are joining forces with Lords of the Highway and Lost It!!! (<----first show EVER) in a brave attempt to rock in Halloween and cover you in blood, guts and gore (and probably beer and sweat, too). We're doing two sets so make sure you get there early. Get your drink on! Socialize! Shake with anticipation!

This is a horrific Halloween event that you don't want to miss! Chicks with knives! Fighting fans! Ninjas vs. Geishas! And maybe, just maybe, the theme songs to Batman and The Blob! All of this plus some local rock-n-roll that could cause your head to explode, splattering your brains on innocent music/dancing girls enthusiasts! What more could you want?!?!?!

SATURDAY OCTOBER 28th

The Jigsaw Saloon and Stage at State and Brookpark in PARMA!

Lost It! The Pussyfoot Girls! Lords of the Highway!

9pm. $5

See you there...if you dare!

Gotta be real cool to hear the words he said.

It's almost time for Pussyfoot practice and it's my day off so I really don't feel like jawin' to y'all. It wasn't really the best of days off and I'm not really feeling too hot. Actually, I AM hot with fever but that's not the kind of hot I like to be. What I DO feel like doing is strutin' my stuff with these gals below for awhile! And then I feel like drafting. But what else is new. OK...jaw is shut!

Taking their time right behind my back.

I'm not going into details, but I woke up yesterday so chipper and high on life and went to bed some melancholy and testy. Let's just say my family function sort of made me feel like a loser, through no one's fault but my own. However, my mom just flat out rules, as does my dad, and the beed lo-main at PF Chang's is kick ass. I eat around the beef. I'm a noodle girl.

I was down in the dumps (I really had that term but I'm not feeling wordy today) when I left there, I was invited to spend the day with "some good people" and I was cheered up by 3 little (and 1 extra large) Sheppards. We played with toys and played video games and air hockey and watched the race and for awhile, my spirits were lifted. But I sunk down again. Again, through no one's fault but my own.

I didn't say much that night and I know Bill was worried. He doesn't like to see me all quiet. I think he'd rather see me go nutty or something. He can deal with nutty. He can't deal with quiet or with not knowing what's up. I didn't want to ruin our rockin' Sweetest Day weekend but I didn't want to say, "Hey, do you think I'm a loser?" either.

I'm taking the day off work tomorrow. A personal day. I earned it for the quarter. I have things I need to accomplish and I need a mental health day to just...set my mental health right. I probably shouldn't sleep at Bill's tonight so I can take advantage of sleeping in but I probably will anyway because I'm a bad decision maker. I'd rather draft him than a stuffed ghost anyway.

Sorry ghost. Who loves ya baby?

We've got each other and that's a lot.

Sweetest Day is my new favorite holiday (outside of my birthday which will just always reign supreme and should probably be a national religious holiday or day of observance or something swelled-headed). Let me tell you why such this 50% cold blooded, cold hearted, spitting and all around rotten (and 50% romantic, mushy, traditional, pile of emotional wreckage) person but away the hate for a day to just feel the love.

I tooka shower (thank the LORD), shaved my legs, lotioned, perfumed, make-up-ed, wore a cute outfit...with heels!!!...and even had a fancy hair-do. I was sort of excited about the whole she-bang! We had a date planned and it seemed like we had both been looking forward to it. I was pretty giddy and sllightly nervous. I made cookies for the occasion. Emotional cookies.

I walk in the house and there are flowers and a card. I'm female. I like flowers.

And a pink gift bag filled with stuff. I am female. I like stuff!

I made out like a bandit! Flowers, card, chocolate covered strawberries, a stuffed Snoopy, a stuffed shark, a skeleton key, more candy, lotto tickets, and a Saki set (or I guess it could be a tea set) from a Chinese restaurant that I REALLY wanted! It was incredible. It showed that he's been paying attention. AND he got me a 12 of PBR (since we're usually Busch Lite people at his house). I enjoyed cocktails and watched 'Corpse Bride' while he cooked...I was banned fromt he kicthen.

When I was allowed in, my plate was all made up and the flowers and candles were ont he table. It was...well...pretty mushy romatic! We had steak, potatos, corn, peas, and bread. AND BEER! We even ate at the kitchen table. After taht we had a fire outside and sat all snuggly. Then we watched the new 'Omen'. Maybe it doesn't sound too fancy or romantic or excting to you but we didn't need to go out and get lobster tail or blow tons of money or be with other people. We didn't really need anything but each other. He knows me. I get that now.

Feel free to throw up now. I'm sure I will. It was just good stuff.

Now I'm off to a family function and I hope I survive it.

So many doubts frequent my mind all the time.

Today is Sweetest Day in Michigan and Ohio. I gave a present to my marshmallow this morning and he dug it. I wasn't shocked that I didn't get one in return. He said I have things coming my way when we meet up again later for our Sweetest Day date. Even if I get a home made construction paper card, I'll be happy. In fact, I don't even need that, and not because this isn't a real holiday but because he's making me dinner. And he is the one who called it romantic. Cooking me a romatic dinner. This man could could me a hostile dinner and I'd be fine and dandy. Especially if it was a hostile porkchop! I don't even really need the dinner either though I do like to scarf down the chow. It's just cool that I get to spend the day with him. We've come a long way since Valentine's Day.

Happy Sweetest Day to all the romantic and hostile people out there!

And congratulations to Greg and Anne Yanito who have probably said I do down in Tennessee by now. I wish them all the happiness in the world because they are mighty fine people. You better bring back pictures Carol Anne Patrice!

Smoke a cigarette and lie some more.

I have a secret. I am not telling anyone. Not just yet. Because my secret makes me feel very, very silly and a little dirty. I'm not saying if I feel physically dirty (like I just robber a grave and am covered in death) or emotionally dirty (like I just cheated on my fella with his best friend). But I do feel slightly dirty. And silly. But I also feel very ALIVE! And like I need to slap on some deoderant. Anyway, it's good to be alive. I'm glad your'e all alive. Unless you zombies. Because then YOU are technically not alive. And you're probably dirtier (physically AND emotionally) and stinkier that I am. Go back to sleep, zombies!

I like having a secret. Sure, it's not as fun as having the secret about the guy from Legendary Shack Shakers, but it's still fun. For now. Cause I know I'll break on this one. I'll probably tell Carol the first chance I get because any semi-dirty/stinky secret I have seems to fall right out of my mouth when I see her. She's like a smut-magnet. I know that sounds bad and I hope she doesn't take any offence to that because I just mean that I feel I must tell Carol everything whether she wants to know or not. Actually...ESPECIALLY if she wants to know or not! She'll never look at coffee the same again, I'll tell you what.

Well don't get hot and bothered!

I feel like being naked so I think I am going to be...naked.

I don't feel like writing anything much today...just like yesterday.

So I'm not going to write. I'm going to be naked. ADIOS!

Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel!

Us Pussyfoot Girls have a show coming up that I'm excited about.

Bill's birthday is right around the corner and I'm set!

The nachos I'm eating are pretty delicious and I made them.

My new driveway and new paths are very attractive.

Rachel Ray is a culinary and witty genius.

...

...

Thank you and good night.

He couldn't stay. No harbor was his home

I suppose it's time for me to issue an apology.

I'm not apologizing for not getting the blogs out on time. Blam that on flipping Blogger. They've been sitting around and molding on my desktop because I've been saving them cut-n-paste style to upload, to afriad I'd lose some of the brilliant ramblings I'd collect to actually ATTEMPT to post.

I will apologize for that run-on sentence though. GOLLY!

What I want to apologize about...actually WHO I want to apologize TO...is John Denver. Yes, I am afraid that at the beginning of this month, I did John Denver wrong. He was not, in fact, a wife beater. NO...he was a CHEATER. That's what he was. He wrote the beautiful tune "Annie's Song" (which Me First and the Gimme Gimmes masterfully cover on 'Love Their Country') to win back his wife after cheating. Not after beating her. I think he did get her back after that romantic stunt.

But not until AFTER she cut down all the trees around their Colorado home. The trees he specifically bought the house for because he loved them so much. Way to go, Mrs. Denver. Way to symbolically kick him the balls. I really don't want to talk about a dead man's balls. Rest in Peace, John Denver.

In his mind, he's still driving.

HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY BRIAN! My Iron Maiden smile up at you from Hell today!

Who had the best weekend???

Well, I'll say any person who has been swimming with sharks, won the lottery, or said the exact right thing to the exact right person at the exact right time, or any person who met Tim Burton, John Waters, or the ghost of Ed Wood. But I had a pretty damn fine weekend if I do say so myself! I am officially a race fan. In a way, I really need to thank Bill for claiming he could turn me into a hillbilly in just 2 weeks. I think I was born to watch NASCAR. It gets my heart pumping AND I can drink lots and lots of beer while doing it. Weeeeeee!

Ready for a choppy recap?

Friday: Left work earlier than planned. Went to Wal-Mart for snacks and UNO (side story: Bill and I have been playing lotsa Yahtzee and he said he thought of bringing it but how silly that we can't find anything more fun to do in a hotel toom than play Yahtzee. Wink wink. We paused and I said, "Let's buy UNO!". And he was like, "OK!". It was cute. We like games). Accidentally left without a road trip Shark which is bad luck. Had my hoodie though. Hit the road. Lots of driving. Lots of talking. Driving. And Driving. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. Music. Food. Crazy Virgina Country Kitchen with bad green beans and potato pudding. Smooching. Driving. CHARLOTTE! GREAT hotle. Cute town. Showers. Pizza. Nookie. Drafting. Carttons. Sleep. Good Friday! Good night!

Saturday: Got up. Ate muffins. Played UNO. Kicked ass at UNO. Got dressed. Drove to the area of the track to check out the town. Bought a Jimmie Johnson cooler, Jamie and Tony stickers, a Jimmie hat (representing for my man). Ate at Hooters. Vowed to never eat at Hooters again. Went to the mall. LOVED the mall. LOVED Charlotte. Played the "When I move to Charlotte" game. Liked the idea of living in Charlotte with Bill. Bought Sharon D. a treat. Back to the hotel. Napped. Went to the race early. Drank beer. Got a Jamie shirt, NASCAR blanket (for signing up for a credit card), Tony beer cozie, Jamie coffe mug. Found our seats and they ROCKED! Facing the pits. Could see everything! Lots of crashes! Lots of wrecks! Rockin' race! Goofed off and just loved being alone with Bill. Loved him more than ever. Walked to the car. Got lost. Got found. Got back. More pizza. FREAK SHOW WAS ON! Drafting. Sleeping.

Sunday: Packing, showering, heading home. Not too much excitement from there. The ride home is always long and tedious. You want your bed and your pillows and a shower and food. Decided I couldn't eat any more fast food for ahwhile becaise I felt like all I had consumed was junk. Also decided to never let a cigarette touch these lips again because Bill was like a human smoke machine this weekend. Two bad habits broken. Made it home safe and sound and knew that Bill and I sure do make a fine team. He could be my crew cheif any day.

P.S. Tony and Jamie wreched on the 2ns lap. That's a fine how do you do!

I didnt move to the city, the city moved to me.

"Hi. You have reached Lacey and Bill. We're driving home from the race right now. We'll call you back when we've showered all of this road trip residue and southern hospitality off of us. As the head of Al Gore said, PEACE OUT Y'ALL!"

Seein' things that I may never see again.

"Hi. You have reached Lacey and Bill. We're at Lowe's Motor Speedway in Charlotte, North Carolina. We'll call you back when we get the taste of rubber out of our mouths."

Long way to go and a short time to get there.

And we...are...out of here!

Try to miss me as much as humanly possible while I am gone because that is how much I will miss you. I wish I could take a lock of everyone's hair to rub on my face during the drive but that would just be too much work for my scissors and too much fodder for my future Psychiatrist. We'll be trucking right past Winston-Salem so I'll be sure to blow it a kiss and say it's from all my peeps from OH who represent at Heavy Rebel.

But for now...

GONE RACIN'!!!

GO TONY!

GO JAMIE!

Sidenote: I am really not a hillbilly. Eventhough I have nothing against hillbillies. I prefer Squidbillies but whatever. And I am by no means a redneck which I think applies more to Nascar anyway. I just like cars that go real fast and crash a lot. And I like that sound...zooooooom! Zoooooooom! Zooooooom!

The world isn't coming to an end.

Sometimes passing up drafting a snuggable man has it's benefits because...

...I FEEL BETTER!

I woke up this morning feeling great and thank GOD because there was no time to spare. We're leaving for North Carolina TOMORROW!! He was all worried about my being sick and having a bad time (little does he know that if the plague continued, he was going to have to rustle up another road tripper) and in turn, him having a bad time. But I see clear skies and good times ahead! We are healthy and Charlotte bound!

But we didn't get here without some bumps in the road. Besides the illness, there have been some tiffs. I was accused of doing something I didn't do (what else is new?) when in all actuality, it was Bill's fault all along (he was my accuser of course). First, he showed up at my desk sporting a pouty face with 2 candy bars and a note that said "I am sorry. Love, Bill". Then he took me to lunch where he asked what he needed to do for me to forgive him and have fun at the race. I told him what he could do and he did it. He got on the PA at work (which I ahev NEVER heard him do, EVER) and said, "This is Bill. Lacey, I'm sorry". But sorry for what? This prompted PA announcement number 2. "This is Bill again. I'm sorry for being an asshole". Yeah, all was good after that.

So here we are. Leaving tomrorow. WEEEEEE! I ahev Stewart so cheer him on!

And if you haven't gotten the new Me First and the Gimme Gimmes CD (which you won't since "Love Their COuntry" won't be out until TUESDAY), you should. "Jolene" is just AMAZING! AMAZING! And "Annie's Song" by John Denver? GREAT! Though I did learn he wrote that after CHEATING on his wife. Not BEATING her. Whoops! Just get it. You want it. Johnny Cash. Hank Williams. SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT!?!?! COME ON!

Yeah. I'm a super fan.

There's no escape without a scrape.

Cough! Sneeze! UGH!

Went to Bill's last night (how many blogs can I start with that sentence) which was probably a big mistake. He needed to borrow my car to pick up the kids so I got dropped off at his digs and was sent right to bed. There was no TV and I was fussy upstairs alone. I could feel how awful I looked but I came down anyway. The kids probably told their mother I'ma zombie but hey, I'm still a hot zombie from time to time.

They family went to a soccer game and I laid dying on the couch watching the boob tube. I watched 2 episode of 30 Minute Meals and some Full House. I helped Taylor with some math homework...yes, I said math homework because believe it or not haters, I can handle long division with decimals...and then my head was just somewhere else. I got my good-bye hugs and crashe donce again. I went to bed with a headache and feeling of ill and woke up with a sore throat, ear ache, cough.

I'm doing something I usually hate to do and that's sleeping in my own bed tonight. I'm just to groggy and snotty and sick city to be driving 20 minutes just to infect someone else and spread my germs. They're already all over his linens and pillows. In fact, I'm pretty sure I woke up and he had created a germ barrier between us with a pillow (though he denies it). So I'm a home body tonight. I have soup, I have juice, I have Airborne, and South Park and Freak Show are on tonight so I'm all set.

I have a soft stuffed ghost that will have to be a Bill stand-in tonight.

I NEED TO GET BETTER! SOMEBODY CURE ME ALREAD!!!!

No pill's gonna kill my ill.

Are you kidding me!? You have GOT to be kidding me! I went to Bill's last night and uttered the dumbest words in the history of dumb words (not surpassing "nincompoop" or "snickerdoodle" or "squeegee" though). "I don't want to jinx anything but I think I'm getting sick". Well, good going dummy. That's a surefire way to get a cold.

And I've got one. I need Airborne and sleep. I am NOT missing the race. God, Jesus, the whole lot of 'em up there can be punished with cancer later in life but I need this cold to be gone by 1:00p on Friday. If I get a stiff neck, I know that I and the race are done for. Someone make me some chicken soup and fluff my pillows please. Ugh, why does my body hate me and why does it choose to hate me at THEE worst times? I'm getting riled up. I need to rest my head on my desk.

I am NOT sick! I am NOT sick! I am NOT sick!

And as an end note to any higher powers that are reading, please don't give me cancer. I don't really want it. I just have a big mouth and talk a big game. I'm an ass. So...cancer free zone over here.

It lets you know where you stand.

Holy flipping flapjacks! So much neeeeeeeeeeews!

I have like zero time to make this report because I'm typing on the sly which is not very professional but if I didn't get some things off my chest, I would have jugs like Dolly Parton! And those could kill a man. A lot of jugs can, in fact. Potsie's jugs surely could, even if one is bigger than the other ad she can't wear horizontal stripes. As Ricki Lake once said, "Our bosoms are our weapons".

So here's the quick lowdown:

1. Camping was a blast. People loved Bill and he had fun/ I think he bonded with my sisters and one of my nephews. We chowed down, we had way to much hot chocolate, we survived the Haunted Forrest, we took walks, we sat by the fire, we at S'Mores, and we didn't freeze to death like Tessa and I did two years ago (I am a ghost now by the way, much like Juliana Hatfield in that episode of "My So-Called Life"). It was a blast and I'm glad we went. Sometimes it's cool to hang with family. And it's really fun to know you can HAVE FUN without beer.

2. I gave Bill a one of a kind, custom made Jimmie Johnson light-up pumpkin (foam so he can use it all year) and I think it was a blessing because WE ARE GOING TO THE RACE THIS WEEKEND! It's a long story on how the tickets and hotel fell into our laps but they DID and that's what counts! He could have asked anyone to join him and he asked me and I am JAZZED! We're leaving work early on Friday for Lowe's Motor Speedway in Charlotte, North Carolina. Lowe's is "The House That Jimmie Built" so how perfect that we are heading out to that track? A whole wekeend away from work...just the 2 of us. Maybe it sounds redneck and silly to you, but I am really excited. Pee in my pants excited. Kick a puppy excited. Retard like strength excited.

What a rockin' weekend. For real. Fo sho'. Just what I needed (just what I NEEDED!!!).

Everyone will think that I'm a stupid drifter.

"Hi. You have reached Lacey and Bill. We are not here at the moment casue we're camping it up. Please leave your message after the tone and we'll get back to you whenever the flip we feel like it".

I'll have to pack my things and go.

Can you say LAZY FREAKING BUMS???

We didn't do ANYTHING last night! Not a THING! And I didn't even MIND which means I'm getting elderly. Seriously though, work burns us out and we just crashed while watching Cast Away in our pajamas in bed. I woke up with a vicious stomach ache which lead me to believe Robot Wolves were clawing their way through my intestinal track. It's never fun to have a tummy ache at your guy's house but luckily, he was in a coma. I could have projectile vommited all over the house and he would have never known. All is better now. It HAS to be. We're going camping and I really don't feel like pooping in the woods, killing various life forms.

I need to pack since I was such a flipping lazy, carmping bum last night. See y'all later unless I get eaten by a bear or slaughtered in the haunted forrest. Oh yeah, there is SO a haunted forrest.

Mama goes to town just to sing and sway.

Tonight is the DVD release show for Lords of the Highway at the Beachland. I've been such a show bum recently that I doubt I'll be in attendance. Plus, Carol has gone west and she is one of my top reasons for going to shows anyway. If she's not there, really...what's the point? Who will entertain me? I guess the kick-ass bands will do that but still. I'm a working class bum and I pretty much see myself in my pajamas by 7:30p. But if YOU go, make sure to pick up a copy of the DVD for your viewing pleasure. I make several appearances in the videos (one time it was my birthday and I was drunk and the other time, I had porno hair and was drunk) AND make my acting debut as AMBER, the teenage, trailer trash, mother of Dennis A. Bell's baby. Watch it. Love it.

We're going to my family campout tomorrow and within the parameters of "we" lies Bill and myself. It's the first family event he's going to and I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous. He's the most straight laced guy I've ever brought home. He's got a normal job and makes good money and has kids and a car and a house. Sure he has some bad tattoos but you can't see them and there's only a few. He's also the oldest person I've ever brought home with our 8 year age difference. The having kids thing is always a tricky issue but not to me. They're pretty bad ass kids. Maybe it's also a little weird that this is the same event where I introduced Ezra for the first time. Maybe it's the laid back atmosphere and the ability to roam the land that makes it a good setting for introductions. We won't be penned up. I'm rambling. I'm nervous.

Enjoy your weekend.

Laugh, don't cry. I know she'd want it that way.

When you have a good date, you know it. Last night was k-rad to the max, fool.

That just sounded ridiculous didn't it? I'm embarrassed.

Last night, I had a hot date. We went to a mother-truckign FUNERAL!! Isn't that terrible? We encorporated the phrase "we're bad people" into every conversation about everything at any moment because we ARE bad people! We had FUN at a funeral! It made me think of all those terrible gothic bumper stickers I might have found amusing in high school. We didn't mean to put the fun in funeral, it just happened. And it was the father of a guy who I find to be so nice and pleasant. Said hello to me every day at work when I was new. So that was the boo part. Boo. Wah.

But before hand, there was hanky panky and joint showering and getting dressed up. We looked good. We really pull off the funeral attire. We were in and out in 5 minutes (what a pathetic display on our part) and then we headed off to get Chinese food. It was damn good (and not just because Bill paid). I saw a little porceline Saki set that I need for my white porceline collection and Bill bought some wacky Samurai statue. We ate food in bed and I happily slurpped noodles from my soup while watching FREAK SHOW! I am totally in LOVE with Primi, the premature baby with the power of pin-point vommiting. Adorable, kissing, snuggable ("I don't have a belly button yet").

I still feel terrible. Especially about all the smiling and snickering we did at the calling hours. I also feel terrible that I wore a red bra and you could see the straps form time to time. I guess I have no respect for the dead. Regardless, I do have respect for Bill, Chinese food, and cartoons in bed. I respect that a lot.

I don't respect the PT Cruiser pinching game though. YOWZA!

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace.

La-La-Lisa
A poem by me, a non-poet and major asshole

La-La-Lisa, oh she's the girl for me!
La-La-Lisa, she as cool as can be!
She left Ohio and me feelin' sad
But you can't spend all day bein' mad
Who could be mad at La-La-Lisa?

La-La-Lisa, she moved oh so far away!
La-La-Lisa must miss Cleveland every day!
Down south being a nurse and such
Now I'll have to drink twice as much
There's no other drunk like La-La-Lisa!

La-La-Lisa, no inhabitions to be found!
La-La-Lisa, she'll wrestle you to the ground!
Knock out the tooth of a large, strong man
Give me a drunken, fake breast exam
So many funny stories 'bout La-La-Lisa!

La-La-Lisa, she went and joined the Force!
La-La-Lisa, she rocks her uniform (of course)!
She may think I can be a big jerk
But I wear my Air Force hoodie to work
Won't you ever come home, La-La-Lisa?

That was more of a catchy tune than a poem. Ta-da!

P.S. I'm super early to work and I'm back in that little relationshipy thing I had going on because I made a list of reasons why I loved the fool in the first place and it put my mind at ease. We have a hot date to go to a funeral tonight. We're bad people. We'll see you in Hell.

Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you.

So I left my man. He put a little too much volume and rage in my ear hole this morning and I had enough! I was at the end of my rope, tying it into a noose and slipping it over my head! And now of course now I can't stop crying, we wouldn't even look at each other, and I'm wearing a scarf that is really stupid but I refuse to take it off because I'm prooving a point. I'm not sure what that is but it has to do with me thinking the scar fis cool and not caring what anyone thinks when in all actuality, I'm not too keen on the scarfas a scarf. Maybe as a headband.

Do you see what I'm doing? Trying to distract myself from how rotten I feel. You get upset about the HORRIBLE events that took place Friday and you vent about them...and I guess you vent to the wrong persona nd it gets around now EVERYONE IS PSYCHO! That was a weird way to end that thought but that's how I'm ending it. PSYCHO! I went to my dude's house last night to watch a flick (I was invited over after I was apologized to because he was PSYCHO just like everyone else) and it was stellar and then it turns to fecal remains once I got to work. Why are all of the men in my life like spoiled dairy products? They were once so delicious and desireable and I thought about them constantly...yum yum yum...and then they go bad and make you throw up and poo like mad. And they smell sour. And you throw them away! BAD DAIRY PRODUCTS ARE DESTROYING MY LIFE.

I'm sad. At least Gilmore is on tonight. Bring it on, Lorelai.

Let me die in your arms.

Does it bother anyone else that John Denver wrote "Annie's Song" (a beautiful, romantic, poetic, not too hippie-ish ballad that many people probably either made babies or cried themselves to sleep listening to in the 1970s) about the wife that he beat the living day lights out of? I mean, I just sat here and listened to the Rivers' Cuomo version of it and practically bawled my brains out and for a split second, I wondered if that song ever came on the radio while he was giving her the ol' one-two-Hawaiian-punch.

I'm pretty sure it was my older sister who first put this thougth into my head. Now it's bugging me and I feel the need to listen to it on repeat and see if I can disect a dead man's brain. Let's be honest, lots of things are bugging me. Lots of people are bugging me. And alcohol...that's bugging the sweet bejesus out of me. You mix rowdy people who work together with alcohol and you end up with people crying, people beating on one another, and me, quitting my job and walking out the door with my head held high for a change. This happened Friday night and I'm still on fire about it. ON FIRE! I gave up on my job AND my man that night and woke up feeling pretty damn alright about it. After awhile you stop being sad and get angry. And the angry person rules the world.

Of course all that joblessness and defiance didn't last at all because Saturdays where work is concerned are just a joke. And not of the knock-knock variety. Someone's always hungover or has a busted car or doesn't show or peels the entire top, truck, and back off a truck driving it under a 10'3" bridge (truck is 13' tall mind you). I believe I even used the phrase "I quit yesterday" several times to make people question why I was dealing with work related issues at all but it didn't matter. I still did my best to keep everyone's heads on. No one likes a headless freak.

Man, I really wish I could tell you the whole story but the whole things get worse and worse by the second. It's like that telephone game you play when you're young. It starts out "Bobby thinks Jamie's cute" and ends up "Your mother's a filthy whore who eats babies" and then people are calling you and screaming before your caffein has kicked in. And for once...truly...I DID NOTHING WRONG! I deserve a medal after this weekend. Shoot. I'm still employed but not happily and I'm still in a relationship but I'm questioning it a lot more these days. At least I'm not getting the goop knocked out of me inspiring someone to write a cheese-ball love song...that is really fucking good.

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again

Come let me love you, let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you
Come let me love you, come love me again

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses, come fill me again

I lie awake and dream that the fogs rolls in.

Ir's October. Let the daily blogging challenge begin!