"there's a hair on the soap and it's short and it's curly..."

[blustocking]

Sometimes, I look around and I'm really glad I have (for the most part)sane, non-losers on my friends list. Because seriously, there are a lot of idiots out there. And not just people who act like idiots, but real idiots....idjits, if you will. Only, sometimes, they're closet idiots and you don't know they're idiots until that fateful day when your eyes widen a bit and you smack your forehead, because now, now it's probably too late for a quick, clean getaway. And you realize, there are just some things that are not inherent and natural human traits, like common sense, intelligence, and a good sense of humor. And you are sad, and you've a headache from rolling your eyes too much, and your toe itches...and you don't. know. why. So yes, it makes me appreciate you all the more.
And there. There's your appreciation for the day. And the lesson, the lesson is: Don't go traipsing around through other people's friends lists. It's not safe out there kids, not safe.

On a more serious/less serious note, if this doesn't convince you that she must be stopped, I don't know what will. Those LYRICS, such...poetry. Mmmm, c'est magnifique!

Yes, yes. I made the mistake of watching the VH1 Top 20 Countdown. I'm shaken by this experience...a Jewel song I actually like, a Christina Aguilera video that is actually cool and not slutty, the uncontrollable urge to stab Shania Twain just to get her to stop smiling...these feelings, they are new to me.

As a quiet apology for my surly hermitage and for my Mother's birthday, I made dinner tonight. Zucchini Lasagna. I'm on a zucchini kick, shove it up your ass. No, seriously...shove it up your ass. No, not that one, the big one. ANYWAY, it was good. I had a lot of noodle and zucchini left over...so what to do? Throw in some of the fresh corn I bought (and also made for din-din), some carrots, chicken stock, and some spices. Voila. Soup. That, is pretty much all I did tonight. Cooked, cleaned, and went to get some prints made for her gift. Did I write? Nooo. Work out? Actually, yes.

My Mom used to work at the Elizabeth Arden counter (she's now in Furniture). So she's always giving me free makeup (and yes, she sells Mary Kay too, shut it). Anyway, not that I've been wearing lipstick a lot lately, but for this I might make an exception. In "Cassis". It looks very good on me, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.

/frivolous blathering

Must be more productive tomorrow.
Holy sheep biscuits, it's almost 4 am. Where does the time go?

Comments

[lagnolalia.livejournal.com]

Madonna... such an innovator. A true visionary.

Never have I heard "YO" used in such a way.

*golf clap*

[kitryne.livejournal.com]

you know, once, i thought i had respect for madonna. but....i've been to middle school open mic nights with better writing than that. dear god.

[m-fallenangel.livejournal.com]

this This THIS is why I'm so glad I almost never listen to Top 40 pop anymore. Yikes and holy shit.

Buena suerte on avoiding the idjits. They're ubiquitous, you know, but you've always had good sensors.

[haddob.livejournal.com]

My mom was in furniture for a couple days. We had to call the fire department.

HI-YOOOO!

...

:(

Fried zucchinni rocks my cock off. I want to do it.

[motherevol.livejournal.com]

I drive my mini cooper
And I'm feeling super-dooper
Yo they tell I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope.

Shiiiiiiit, this is almost as good as the poetry my creative writing class was cranking out last semester. *not* I think m_fallenangel favorite poem he was editing ended with, "I love you Buddy!!!!!!!!!!!!" Yeah, he really loves poems about the family dog, let me tell ya.

So, on that happy note, I love you Blu!!!!!!!!!!!!!