June 15th, 2004

ick

...

So Paris Spilton is on david letterman...
how skanktacular is that.

I'm sorry, but what an unbelievable hoe.
UVA eat yer heart out baby...

DL: "So this boy really fell for you?"
PH: "well, of course... "

Basically she's a walking, sorta-talking, holster for a big, screaming, red hot poker.

But enough about her.

Ah thoroughly enjoyed The Army of Darkness... gimmi some sugar baybee...
:D
newavi

Tuesday... June 15



Just because something was invented... that doesn't mean it's a good thing... or, more importantly, that you have to freaking use it.
Take "customized ring tones" for example.

I swear... I'm going to start stomping on phones jack-smacks leave on their desks when they take off and stoooopid, irritating, midi renditions of tv show theme songs and classical symphonies start blaring out of their cube.

But don't let that fool ya... I'm in a stellar mood.
My son finds me in the house before he leaves for school so he can have a smoochy goofy kiss and hug... and all is right in the world.

wearing
~ black ftls
~ gray ... ok a wee hint of blue... dress pants... you know... the ones altered by Joey's tailor
~ deep maroon dress shirt and a two tone blue tie... with that pattern in the silk you can only see when you look at it off-angle... dunno what thats called but it's called something...
planning
~ Ok... look, if's fucking hot in here today. Yesterday (me in a golf shirt) it was cold... now? I'm planning on being hot all fucking day... shit.
~ a final (gah!) edit on the internal web page...
~ more BS15000 reading...
~ tonight? no idea...
wishing
~ to send some good vibes out to razzberee... because good news is much better than bad news... :D
~ for lil'Mrs. starlazdaze... um... well... some scratch scratch scratch scratch scratches... itch itch itch itch...
~ that I remember to email cherripop212 about xp stuff...
~ that pizza magic works wonders with a wee little girl that is sneaking into wolfiegirl's life...

I swear... therefore I am.

//rant time
The Canadian federal election candidates faced off in the "french debate" last night... The english debate is tonight.
Three of the four debaters speak french as a second language.
The fourth represents a party called the Bloc. (Bloc Quebecois) ... fuckers.
Their party mandate is to separate Quebec from Canada and form an independent state...
which would turn out to be a sink hole of debt and ultimately an energy gold mine for the United States to swallow up...
Of course... the United States would really protect their French Cultural identity.
Anyways... the talking heads are reviewing the debate issues this morning on the various news outlets.
Jack Layton is the exceptional DOLT that is heading up the NDP (Socialists party) ...
and for all the crap I'd like to sling his way...
I was pretty pissed to hear the news geeks saying, in their broken english accents...
"well his French was really not so good... we kept laughing when he spoke"
Yeah... you fuckers... take your french and shove it up your smelly little tortier.
Sorry but when you criticise the man for trying to speak your punk ass language and not for his messages... then you ... SUCK.
It's bad enough that official bilingualism is chewing away at the public purse in ways that are grossly under reported because everyone knows... say word one against official bilingualism and you are instantly the debbil... Well screw that. Gimmi the horns baby... official bilingualism is a pathetic waist of money. That doesn't translate into french-is-bad... it just means that the way "official bilingualism" has been implemented and the associated government policies suck big fat cocks in hell. ok... yeah... oui... mais oui... absolument.
Oh... and somebody round up the Bloc Party delegates and ship 'em to Iraq.
//fine... I'll stop.


I put on my cape and wizard hat...
  • Current Music
    Sniff And The Tears - Drivers Seat
dance

in da house...

baby in da house...

Caleb was born five weeks premi... he's seven weeks old...
... and he came to visit at the office. :D
(see corto start dancing around)

I got to cuddle what is essentially a two week old baby... size wize... :D

(and he was awake here... really... eyes open and making little koo'ing noises... :D)
ankles

dum di dum...

Ok... besides being hot...
~ besides feeling like the fabric of this shirt is sticking pins in me (It was cool 'nuf for an undershirt every other time I've worn it)...
~ besides having unnaturally sleepy eyes...
...

I've still managed to feel like a million bucks today.

Being able to snuggle that wee baby helped (a lot!!)
Work stuff is going well... (finished the internal web site... - does a little dance)

I even managed to move my car from sunlight to the moi cooler basement zone...
So the soon-to-begin drive home will at least start out cooler than otherwise.
(I'll still be a ball of sticky by the time I get home... NO A/C in car!! ug...)


I think the important reason...
the reason why I'm smiling er... "on the inside"...
is that I can feel the emotions that live within me.
They are a guide... and like a very seriously close friend
They always have a suggestion on which way the path lay.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

Do you ever let your emotions get the better of you?
I mean, that almost sounds like you had a choice...
How about "do your emotions ever get the better of you?"
If yes... do you berate yourself for it?

You shouldn't you know...
Be thankful...
Thankful that you can feel emotions with enough strength
to be overwhelmed by them.
It not only marks you as a human...
... it also makes you wonderful.


Okidoki... time to go. :D
See ya tonight.
  • Current Music
    Dido - White Flag (and shuddup... I love her voice... )
headpinch

(no subject)

I'm sitting on... er... ok, not actually "sitting on",
whatever...
a small box of chocolates... that will be noisy to open.

No opening them till the kids are asleep...
... tap tap tap tap... tippidy tap tap tap...