You know that P!nk song – if you’re too school for cool, etc.? Yeah, its stuck in my head, along with the visual of a black man in a sweater vest singing it for the sound check that preceded the performance of Toxic Mouse – a local 80′s Hair Metal Tribute Band. That, my friends, is how my night was. As I was watching this spectacle (and, he was pretty good, sweater vest and all), with what must have been a totally puzzled look on my face, there was this kinda hot man...
Women. Suck. While I realize that as the #1742 feminist on the Internets, that’s a hard statement to take (or, maybe its just hard for me to take, but whatever) coming from the Great Melia, but honestly… my heart is breaking vicariously for another person because of the actions of his spouse. When you are in a couple-type relationship, no matter what genders (or lack thereof) may apply, the absolute WORST THING you can do to the other person is to lead them on. I don’t mean trying...
I’m listening to The Cranberries, so the title has nothing to do with the blog… yet. For the record, I’m much better now. The baboon ass has quelled to little more than the ironic need for sex + none available, and I can handle that much better than being a walking reproductive billboard (well, sorta, since my tubes are tied… but whatever). Something funny, though, and it could be in my head (because what isn’t in my head these days?) but during that time of the month...
10 days. Six people. Nine states. One mini-van. We are home and recuperating. There is a mountain of laundry to do, groceries to buy, work to jump into and a series of epic errand running. Sigh. So, I took a few notes during the trip that are still worth mentioning, now that I’m not blogging by phone and can actually edit again. First, ladies and gents, while I understand the ease of hair removal products such as nair, I strongly suggest that you do not leave them on your girly/boy bits for...
Really, I was beginning to question the freakish things that aren’t happening in Bizarro World lately. Its been kind of a dry spell, a long, hot, sucktacular dry spell of complete and utter blah. Blah. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. An oncoming train, a glorious, sunny day, one of those fish that tries to kill Marlin and Dory… whatever, something is coming to take away the blahs and replace them with some sort of blog fodder. Its all about the blog, yo. Get on with it, Jeebus. Triops....
