Lyrics Of The Day

"Fuddy Duddy Judge"!:

Who is the winner of the war?
Is Mother Nature gonna keep the score
Are we one for all or are we all for one
Or on the outside of a deal well done
Slicker than an oil spill cover up
Left alone like a homeless person's cup
As civilations rise and fall
Libraries burn down to the ground
But love remains standing tall
Although history is a matter of opinion

(rap)
Technology only goes in one direction
The planet shrinks by speed of communication
Resources are being exhausted
Explain to my son just how we lost it
So many crises, so many needs
Leaving us weak with compassion fatigue
Disposable? No!
We push to recycle
Cause we all know a place that's not so delightful

Campaign contributions run the puppet show
Wall street types let the cocaine flow and flow
Media cowards are afraid to speak
The defense funds the movie of the week
Men in sheeps clothing rob the poor
A bad interpreter could start a war

(rap)
Military industrial complex
Channel into a medical context
Take the soldiers that we trained for warfare
Build an army that's trained for healthcare
Take the people that's building bombs
And put them to work building low cost homes
Take the children that's living among us
Teach em the truth about Christopher Columbus
All the leaders who said to trust us
Let me tell you something about their justice
Get 4 years if you're Michael Milken
But 10 to 15 if you rob the milkman
Let the people lead let the leaders follow
Today's the day don't search for tomorrow
It's time for us to make some adjustments
Cause nature's gonna make the final judgement

Though we will rise and fall
We must be one for all
Don't let your mind be weak
Don't be afraid to speak
Just look at history
And then we've got to see
That hate will never pay
Love is the only way

The jury better hurry on down
Just get on down to planet Earth

Planet Earth
Planet Earth
Planet Earth
Transmitting

Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
Here comes the judge
The fuddy duddy judge

Fuddy duddy judge
Fuddy duddy duddy judge

Edit: I know my hearing is bad, but I just went over this while listening to the song and there are so many mistakes, it's not even funny. And I got these lyrics from the actual CD booklet!

Edit: Fixed to the best I could do.

Hooray For McRat!

Fast food making a fast buck: McDonald's sales rise during economic crisis

The good news is, someone is doing well in this shithole economy.

The bad news....do you think our obesity rates are bad now?

An Angry Letter To John McCain

Dear Mr. McCain:

First, let me start off by saying, I did not vote for you. I was never intending to because the Democratic candidates stand more for what I believe in than you do. Picking Sarah Palin as your vice presidential candidate really sealed the deal on me never voting for you. I have nothing against a woman candidate (I would think not, considering I am one and I was also originally voting for Hilary), but I have everything against radical religious Bible thumpers, regardless of sexual gender. Yes, I am an intolerant person. That is why I do not call myself a liberal.

Aside from that, the reason I am writing you this letter is not to gloat that you lost. No, I thought you handled your losing of the election quite well and I liked how you pretty much told everyone to knock it off when they booed while giving your surrender speech.

No, I am writing to you to curse you for ever starting the Joe the Plumber shit! Every time I see that bald hillbilly with no plumbing license, I think of you and how much I want to smack you for every giving him his celebrity status!

Sincerely,
An American Citizen (although your extreme right party members would say otherwise)

PS: Here is a picture of a capuchin monkey. Isn't it hysterical? I did always like Spike from the Ace Ventura movies, although I can't say I can look at monkeys the same after reading The Hot Zone.

Quote Of The Day

Cajun Boy, writer of Cajun Boy In The City blog, on the CPAC:

I haven't made mention of it previously, but there was a convention of sorts this week that brought together the very elements of the Republican Party that are destroying it, the Sarah Palin/Joe the Plumber extra chromosome faction of the extreme right wing, at the annual CPAC meeting held in Washington DC. This is where all of the kookiest of kooks get together to wring their hands over the nation's lack of Jesus, tax cuts, and, naturally, abortion. Or "infanticide," which seems to be their new favorite term for it. Regardless, it's all about abortion for these idiots.

Right. Who cares if the economy is going to hell and millions of people are losing their jobs, homes, and health insurance as a result as long as clumps of cells are allowed to continue to be destroyed? Maybe many pro-life people need to start thinking about all of the babies and children that are suffering due to the bad economy. Maybe they need to think about the babies and children who have no health insurance because their parents are being laid off and losing their coverage. Maybe they need to think of the babies in children in places like Africa, where they are dying of starvation and horrible diseases like ebola. Do they ever stop to think of these innocent lives?

*busts up laughing* How could I forget? Most don't care once it's popped out of the woman's womb!

I truly am starting to feel sorry for any Republicans that are not like these crazy ass Conservatives that they have to be lumped into the same category as them. I also feel sorry for any people who are true Conservatives and not the "We worship the geniusness of Sarah Palin, Sean Hannity, Joe the Plumber, and Rush Limbaugh" ones. I like this article:

The Death Of Conservatism

I also love this absolute ass whooping article:

An Open Letter To All Republicans From A Former Religious Right Activist

Piss On Job Hunting!

I did finally call about that position. This is the kind of shit that pisses me off with human resource workers. I had to go all out of my way to track down who called me. If I hadn't known 2 people that work for the company, how would I have ever known who to call? You just do not call someone, not leave any type of message (even though we have 2 fucking answering services), and then never call back! Because you know what would have happened if I hadn't done so? I would be blacklisted and deemed unhirable, even though it is not my fault I was giving no one to contact. I even called the customer service line and no one had any idea how to help me.

What exactly are the requirements to work in human resources anyway? After what I went through last week with an HR rep from a bank, I am convinced that somewhere in the job description, the words "must be a class A moron" must be in there. I sent my resume to a bank and 2 days later, the phone rings, I look at the caller ID and see the name of the bank and was excited. That short-lived. First, I get stuck with a HR rep who had horrible broken English. She says my resume says I want full-time work, but they are hiring part-time and I said I would be more than willing to work part-time. She asks me why. I wanted to scream do you realize how bad the economy is out there? I can't afford to be fussy in what I get and if I can't get full time, oh fucking well. She asks me repeatedly about one of the temp agencies I was a client with. I tell her repeatedly that the last time I had an assignment was in August and they have been unable to find me another assignment since then because they have been thin on jobs. She still asks am I working there. I would think that an HR rep would know how a temp agency works. And just at the point when I am ready to scream "can I please have someone who knows how to speak proper English?!", she tells me that she is going to put my resume on hold for when a full time position opens and I insist that I would take a part time position. She says no and then ends the conversation. I wish I would have had time to scream "if my resume says full time like you say and you are only hiring part time, then why the hell did you waste my time calling me?!". I was so frustrated and angry that I just lost it when I got off the phone and was hysterical crying. I don't think this lady was understanding anything I was saying. I even called back and left a message with another HR rep. Did I hear back? No. Will they ever call me back if a full-time position opens? Ha. Yeah. Right. I have heard that line plenty of times before.

I had a sort of interview on the phone this morning and as usual, I was completely caught off guard and had no idea how to answer the questions and had to pull them out of my ass. I guess I couldn't have done too bad though because I was scheduled for Monday for another job interview, which I will probably bomb, but if it goes well, then I have to schedule another interview. I hate job interviews so much. Even if I prepare for them, I forget everything when I am actually there.

Things That Annoy Me Part VIIII

That 70s Show theme song- I do love this show, but it has one of the most annoying theme songs in history

Kate Gosselin- I don't even watch the atrocious show (I might not like kids much, but I refuse to watch any show where people exploit their children), but I see enough clips on The Soup every Friday and somebody seriously needs to punch that bitch in the face. I have never seen a man so pussy whipped in my life as the husband. Not that I would like to see spousal abuse, but she totally has it coming to her if John just turned around and sucker punched her in the face. I think I would watch the show if that happened.

How Do I Look? guests- yeah, sometimes I watch this show. But the guests needing to be made over are annoying. Why do they even bother coming on the show if all their going to do is stand around and whine? But to be fair, I have only seen 2 episodes- the infamous Plum episode and an episode today with some recent high school graduate that liked to dress in the 80s.

The Real Housewives shows- who cares?

Bladders- it could just be me, but mine always seems to fill up at the most inconvient times: the middle of a movie, the moment I finally get down to the beach (which anyone who goes to Wildwood knows the beaches are about a hundred miles out), a long car ride with no close rest stop, right after jumping into a pool, right when I get into the bathtub. If I get in the shower, hell, I'll just go (I clean the tub afterwards!), but I obviously can't do that in a bath!

The Dixie Cup commercials- the ones where they sing "Good Morning". God, please shut up. And what is with the stupid dancing with the shoulders?

The Crystal Light commercials- also please shut up.

Death threats- we all know I am one of the last people to defend that stupid cow from California, but come on. Death threats? Save them. Write death threats first to our lovely bank CEOs that we gave bailout money to that are using the money for luxury spa trips and call girls instead of using it for what it was originally intended for (which frankly, I am not sure of what that is exactly, but I do know the words "luxury spa trips", "high class hookers", and "here you go CEOs and other executives, spoil yourselves until you give new meaning to the word "spoil"!" are not in there) and then spend your time writing death threats to the octomom.

That "Let's Go Racing, Boys" song at the end of NASCAR races- damn that Darrell Waltrip

Random Thoughts

I saw something on today that I haven't seen on in a while- Trigger Happy TV. I remember that used to always be on Comedy Central. I used to always laugh at the big telephone. Of course, when I found out that a million other people found it funny as well, it lost its humor value. Is it me or do things always seem to lose their humor when a lot of people find it funny? I thought that Stains the dog thing on The Soup was hilarious until it started to pop up on every single webpage I visited. Why do channels stop playing shows? I wish CC would bring back Kids In The Hall.

Happy Mardi Gras! The AOL logo must have showed it's boobs off today. It has beads. See?!

I just walked out in the kitchen where my mom has Oprah on and the father of the octuplet mom is on. He doesn't understand why people are focusing on the negatives. Really? You don't understand why? Un-fucking-believable. The American people are outraged because our tax dollars are going to this delusional selfish cow who is using the money to fatten up her lips and for manicures. Not to mention many of us would like to know how she paid for IVF and how can someone with such a bad back be able to carry 8 babies. This bitch is delusional beyond belief to think that obtaining her masters degree is 1. automatically going to get her a job and 2. going to give her a job that pays enough to cover the care of 14 children. Too bad. If this was Idiocracy, she would be declared an unfit mother and the children would probably be taken away and placed in the custody of Carl's Jr.

Is a day ever going to come again when irresponsibility stops being rewarded? Why are none of my irresponsible actions ever rewarded? Am I not irresponsible enough or something?

Speaking of irresponsibility, each day that goes by, I get more and more tempted to just pack everything up and move. I am completely and utterly bored with my life and even going back to work is not going to solve the problem. I want change and since suicide seems to be out of the question, I want to get out of here and just start over somewhere.

I need to call back about the call center job I mentioned before. I can't let this slip through, but I feel like I am being punched in the stomach every time I think about calling. And trying to talk to someone about how fearful I am is useless because they just do not get it. No matter how many times I tell myself that I shouldn't take getting screamed at personally, that I am surely not the first or the last to get screamed at on the phone, it still does not help. One of the worst things to do is to just give in to the social anxiety, but I can't just throw myself into a high contact social situation either, unless I would like to experience another mental breakdown again.

I have been in a horrible rut the past few days. I sleep about 10 hours and barely can get up when the time comes. My head feels like its stuck in the mud and I am exhausted the entire day, yet when I finally climb into bed, my mind starts running and I toss and turn for over an hour. I just want to climb into bed, pull the covers over my head and never leave. I am starting to get the same feeling I had after I got out of the hospital- just say the hell with life and go to a psychiatric hospital for the rest of my life. I'm done with this life thing.

Lyrics Of The Day

"The One On The Left Is On The Right" by Johnny Cash:

There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear"

Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear got drafted

Quote Of The Day

From Futurama episode "The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings":

Leela: I've been a fool. A fully justified, prudent fool.
[touches Fry's hands] Aaah! They're so cold!
Robot Devil: [off screen] And yet hell is so hot!
(laughs, then pauses) Can I have my hands back now?
Fry: No!
Robot Devil: (whining) You're not nice!

More Scariness!

On my rampant quest to force feed books down my throat, I took another trip up to the library on Thursday and checked out 7 more books. Two down, five more to go. The first one I read was Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin, which was a bit drawn out, but otherwise pretty good. I attempted to read Something Blue but Darcy is so intolerable, I decided to put it aside for now. So next on my list was The Cobra Event by Richard Preston and while not quite at the level of scariness as The Hot Zone and also a work of fiction unlike the other 2 books, but damn- it still was pretty horrifying. That Cobra virus was pretty fucking scary.

I have stated it previously I am not particularly scared of death. However, what could possibly scare me is the matter that causes my death. Chemical and nuclear warfare and meltdowns and all that are pretty damn scary, but they still do not scare me even half as much as biological warfare. And to make it even scarier is not being blasted with smallpox or ebola. Its being blasted with something that is engineered and not even named yet. I briefly considered going for biotechnology back in 2005- which is why I had to suffer through Programming in BASIC; it was a pre-req for a required BT course- but boy, I am glad I never went through with that.

I was sitting the other day writing some stuff down- I guess in a way trying to put down into words if the day ever comes when I decide to tell someone outloud my secret- and I realized that no matter how much convincing I do- no matter how much I remind myself of all the things I will not be able to do, no matter how much research I have done on complications and other problems, no matter how much money could go out for this- it is never enough to change my mind. There really is no way out of this nightmare, except 1, the most obvious, it actually happens for me; 2. death; 3. severe amnesia. Oh, but my brain will find someone way to make sure, even if I suffered severe brain damage, to keep torturing me with it. Virtually every single aspect of my life and memory could be wiped clean and it would probably still be standing there, laughing its head off and screaming tough luck, babe! You can't EVER get rid of me! And for some reason, I can picture it having a voice and a laugh like the talking fan in the Futurama episode "Mother's Day".

When I was younger I had an excellent memory. I could recall down to what I wore and what I ate on even the simplest days. I have a horrible memory now. I think it was all those psychiatric drugs. I will ask someone something and not even five minutes later I will ask them the same question with absolutely no recollection of ever asking them before. But bad things in my life are never forgotten. Oh no. They live on in my memory.

I have mentioned before that I have social anxiety. Bad, crippling social anxiety. Most people with social problems like this are at least comfortable around family and friends and I am more so than around strangers, but I still have a high degree of discomfort around them. When I have actually worked, when someone is friendly with me, I usually feel a little bit more at ease and can actually be quite pleasant to talk with. There is the possibility of a job offer coming my way that is a call center job. I unfortunately am just not horrible face to face with people, but absolutely atrocious over the phone. I want to think that this job would be a good experience and might help me, but I just have a nagging feeling that it will not. I could be quite capable of doing a very good job with a position like this, but in the end the social anxiety will be there to destroy it somehow. I am desparate for a job and the pay is pretty good and I cannot afford to be fussy with the economy, but the idea of doing the job makes me sick to my stomach.

Random Thoughts

Finally! I finished Chasing Harry Winston. Definitely one of the most painstaking books I have had to read (on my own that is; generally anything I was forced to read in high school or college was also downright dreadful). One hundred pages left to read and I put the book down and said "shit, I'd rather be reading The Hot Zone again!". This book....I really have no idea what its exact purpose was. Leigh was the most tolerable character, although still dislikable. Emmy....wow, let's glamorize being a whore now, should we? Adriana was a Janey Wilcox lite and I was going to scream if I had to see "querida/o" one more time. The only character worth liking was the crazy ass bird Otis. I like The Devil Wears Prada. I read it a long time ago, way before the movie came out. But this book was dreadful. It's like the time I read Citizen Girl. I read The Nanny Diaries right after Prada and enjoyed that as well. CG, on the other hand....well, I still have no idea what that was about. I read Dedication last year and I was actually surprised by how much I liked it, particularly the decade of the moment pop culture references and aside from the fact that most of the book, I just wanted to grab Katie, shake her, and scream THE HELL WITH JAKE!

Make sure you check out the new link under "Sites I Like To Stalk" entitled Cheesin Chadwick. It's a site dedicated to Chad Knaus and while I am not someone who would call him a stud, the site is hilarious. The first time I read it, I almost pissed my pants multiple times. And speaking of crew chiefs, I finally see a ring on Bootie Barker's hands. Its about time. He announced he was engaged in fucking 2007. Like I would ever forget that. It depressed the hell out of me at the time, since I was smitten with him. Why? I can't ever explain. Of course, now I couldn't give a shit. I was upset at the time for watching the show, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't have ever been reminded of who Deee-Lite was. But imagine if in some strange parallel universe, I had the oppurtunity to marry him....it would never work. Why? Because judging by past interviews, he is obviously a die-hard Republican and was a staunch supporter of the Iraqi War. I'd be fighting with him constantly.

Gee, a Republican Southerner who works in NASCAR....who would have thunk it?

Beta Blocker Blocks Feelings of Bad Memories

Hey, I wouldn't mind some of that. Now if they could just create something that zaps bad feelings and thoughts. The first thing I would do is find where the thought is that pains me so greatly and BOOM! zap it. That would rule. No longer will I have to sit around day in and day out and stress over how I could ever tell someone something that unfairly makes other people angry.

People suck.

Quote Of The Day

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know I said I wouldn't mention her anymore, but I couldn't resist passing this up. From the Huffington Post, on Sarah Palin's biography, written by user KarelS:

Forget all this crap, folks. Here's what really happened . . .
Sarah was knocked up by some guy who won the 100 meter dash at the Special Olympics. The kid wound up looking just like the father. Todd got pissed when he found out the truth about Sarah's latest bundle of joy. He threatened to divorce Sarah, but the RNC intervened successfully on Sarah's behalf by reminding Todd that they knew he had impregnated a two-headed Eskimo woman on an oil field derrick that resulted in a child looking just like an offspring of the octuplet mother (big lips and all). In addition, John McCain reminded Todd that his silk underwear allowance would be cut off if he chose to spread unsubstantiated rumors about his wife. As it stands now, Todd has been permanently bought off by the RNC who've promised that they will provide him with a life-time supply of silk underwear, snowmobile parts and gasoline, enough guns and ammo to dispatch a thousand wolves, plus a free plans for constructing an ice-free igloo.

You know what sad thing is I realized about Sarah? If she was the same person she is now- minus the whole holier than thou religious mumbo jumo constantly spewing out of her mouth; e.g. if she was not a radical religious person- I might actually find her pretty fucking hilarious.

Video Of The Day

Oh no I didn't! The Mercenaries 2 commercial from the summer:

I could seriously sit and just watch that all day long.

If Stephen King Can Say It's Scary....

One night while I was bored, I played around on Yahoo! Answers and found and answered a question of what is the scariest book I have ever read. My answer was The Demon In The Freezer by Richard Preston, which was about smallpox, which I had read a few years ago. Curious to see if there were any other books written by him, I took a trip up to the library the other day.

I found The Hot Zone, which is about ebola, and with no contest, that is easily the scariest book I have ever read in my life. I always knew that one of the characteristics of ebola was bleeding, especially out the eyes, but I never knew just how destructive the virus is (whether the author exaggerated anything or not is beyond my knowledge, so my information is based on what the book stated). This virus just basically destroys almost every single living tissue in the body. Just completely liquifies it. It basically turns you into fucking soup. I just hope these people that develop it that their minds are so out of normal functioning that they have no idea what is going on. I don't think in a normal state of mind- well, as normal as can be- I would particularly enjoy seeing blood coming out of every imaginable crevice in my body.

The reality of the situations in the book are what scares me the most. The Demon scared me enough, but ebola makes smallpox look like a cold. I just found something that scares me even more than meningococcemia. The reality of how if the samples of this virus got into the wrong hands and could be turned into biological warfare is beyond comprehensible.

Things That Annoy Me Part VIII

People who actually knew who Deee-Lite was and why try to compare other groups to them or other singers to Lady Miss Kier- there is never going to be another of either, so stop with the comparisons. There could never, ever be another Lady Miss Kier. It is completely impossible.

The term BFF- I thought I used to hate lylas (love you like a sis) in middle school. Of all the chat speak, this is the one that annoys me the most (after lolz or lols; how do you laugh out louds? if it's supposed to be laughs out loud, then the s should be after the first l), especially since now it is everywhere. Even in the stupid TV Guide, I see grown men and women writing articles and using the term. It's annoying enough when loud, way too peppy prepubescent girls use it; it's even more annoying when grown ups use it. Chances are, no one in the world will be your best friend forever.

Bad grammar- I let a grammarical error here and there slide and heaven knows I make them, usually either because I don't realize it or I am angry and typing at the same time and don't give a shit. But when I come across internet postings (usually written by prepubescent girls) where the grammar in a posting is so horrific that if I were to copy and paste it into Word and try to run a spell check, my computer would explode- that annoys me. What the hell are they teaching kids in school today? Do kids honestly hand in papers with text speak? If I had students hand me a paper that even contained one trace of text speak, I would automatically give them a zero.

People who talk with their mouths full- I can handle a little bit of food. But people like my dad who have their mouths completely full and talk- it's just gross. Shut up and chew your damn food.

When you are the next person in line and another register opens and the cashier says "I'll take the next person in line" and someone else runs over- Did they not say THE NEXT PERSON IN LINE? Not the last, not some random number....THE NEXT.

Parents who try to be their kids' best friends- you're the parent; act like it. You can still be a parent and be a friend as well. My mother and I are very close, but she still would think nothing of slapping me across the face if I back-talked to her. Discipline them and stop worrying that they are going to hate you because 1. they will get over it and 2. anyway you look at it, there is going to come a time where they hate you no matter what.

Quote Of The Day

From my big giant Singles book I got for my birthday, on rap:

In 1989 American hip-hop was the province of scary, sweary hood-dwellers such as Ice-T and NWA- who sold gazillions of records while threatening to beat up on you and insult your lady friend - or ridiculous party rappers like Will Smith and MC Hammer, who did little other than dance inventively in large trousers.

Random Thoughts VIII

How To Do A Push Up - WikiHow

I like this part:

NEVER do a pushup with your palms flat on the ground, as doing so puts your wrists in a very unnatural position with all your weight on them, which can cause them severe discomfort, strain, and permanent damage

Yet look at the picture of the ambitious looking military dude.

You know, I would start bitching about the crazy ass bitch from California, but I am done. I don't even feel like bitching about Sarah Palin anymore. On a side note, I think I may have just found someone that makes my blood boil more than her.

I just would like to know one thing- why do children with ADHD and a speech impediment need to be on disability? My mother's best friend has osteoarthritis and rheumatoid arthritis and she was denied disability quite a few times. Actually, make it 2 things- I would like to know how this chick has a bad enough "back injury" that she has to be out of work, but can carry 8 babies at one time? Give me a fucking break. My mother had a bad back before she got pregnant with me and when she did, went through hell with her back and she only had one baby and only gained 15 pounds.

Most pages I have been on, it has been equal on responses to this case. I have come across a few defending this stupid cow and it makes me wonder how differently their responses would be if this was a single African-American woman doing this. Or a single lesbian. Or a Democrat/liberal/whatever. Or look at the Duggars- how would the fundie religious right be behaving towards the show if everything was exactly the same....but the family was liberal or black or Hispanic.

What I do want to bitch about is Hilary Duff. Bitch needs a good smack upside her head. I have never seen Faye Dunaway act, but judging by her awards and credits, she already sounds like a much better actress than Duff Stuff (if you can ever call her one). If she wants to pass herself off as mature, she should have either thought long and hard before opening her mouth or just not opened it period. Now people can stand there and say (usually Duff fans) that Faye instigated it, but apparently a lot of people do not realize that when people reach a certain age, the filtering of what they say starts to deteriorate. But its not like what she said was false. Face it, Duff, your "acting" and your "singing" sucks. Your acting even sucked on a silly show like The Andy Milonakis Show. Which is actually a pretty funny show. I just watched it for the first time last night.

But I missed Wonder Showzen, which infuriated me because MTV2 plays it about every 546 days and I was too damn tired to stay up and watch it last night. That show takes "screwed-up" to a whole new level. And that is why I like it so much.

I know there is no pleasing people in this world, but for people like Elizabeth Hasselidiot and most of Fox News and its audience, there is absolutely nothing Obama could do that could please them. If he waved his hand and single handedly fixed the economy, banned abortion and gay marriage, reunited Christianity and state, destroyed Al-Queda, and killed Bin Laden with his bare hands, they would still curse him and find something to bitch about.

Although I suspect why, judging by the date and when I accidently bumped my boobs the other day and I almost tore the door off, I have been ridiculously emotional lately. Normally, watching Animal Cops, I get upset and want to beat the crap out of all the people that get arrested. Over the weekend, though, I watched it and I cried both days I watched it. The first day was the South Africa one and the cop went to get a German Shepherd looking dog and the whole time, the thing cried and it's crying was really getting to me until I finally started to cry. The next day was the Philadelphia one and (no surprise here) the cops took pitbulls out there were being used for fighting and only one was able to be kept alive. But the one that was most aggressive- this thing tore right through the metal cage!- was shown all covered in blood after doing so and despite it's horribly aggressive nature, it just bothered me because the dog didn't ask for that life and thanks to some fucking low lifes, now it had to lose it's life. Grrrrr, I really hate people sometimes.

Random Thoughts

*sobs* Ugh, I am going nuts with not exercising! Well, I have been using my stationary bike 40 minutes a day, but it's been really nice out and I want to be out walking (or better yet, running), but I am still leary. I am still walking around on shaky legs. It seems to be doing better, but I still get mild pain with certain movements and the pain seems to have moved. I try to very gently flex the foot a way that causes pain, but I still can't pinpoint where the pain is. Sometimes it seems vertically parallel to the Achilles tendon and other times it seems like it's right under the outer ankle bone, around the area where the lateral malleolus lies. My family is getting annoyed with me for worrying over it, but 1. they should be used to it by now, considering I have obsessive compulsive disorder and 2. let's see how they would feel having no health insurance. That is why I am so upset about it. I mean, I can grit my teeth and put out the $60 to go to my family doctor (at least that is what I paid last time I went and had to pay out of pocket; 20% discount for paying with cash and because I have been a patient there for a million years), but I cannot afford to pay any more, like for X-rays or anything of that nature.

I hear an awful lot of stories on sex and I want to know whatever happened to plan old normal vaginal-penal intercourse? Nowadays you have oral sex, anal sex, you have people getting pissed on and god knows what else. It's nasty. Why do so many people find oral sex appealing anyway? I would never do it, unless the guy's penis ejaculates ice cream or whipped cream or something.

Blech, I just made a weight tracker on Medhelp and it lists my BMI and just....ugh. And does it really have to say in big letters that I am overweight? I already know that!

Quote Of The Day

From D-Listed, on luxury handbag designer Sharif's handbags:

When I got home drunk last night, I immediately did one of my favorite things: watched HSN while pigging out on carbs. Stuffing my face might have been a mistake, because the handbags that came on my screen made me want to vomit all over my TV so I'd have something prettier to look at. Seriously, these things were all sorts of hideous.

Things That Annoy Me Part VII

The term "Kool-Aid"- god, I am really starting to get sick of it. I have to wonder how many jerks who flood comment sections complaining about all of us that "drank the Obama Kool-Aid" are currently drinking the Sarah Palin Kool-Aid. Obama fans have nothing on this bitch's fans

Forwards- I can't believe these things even still exist. I think people are well aware by now that they will not die if they do not send the email out to 245,586,248 people in the next 5 seconds

That whole "why do hot dogs come in backs of 10 (or 6) blah blah blah"- I don't know about the rest of the world, but the hot dogs we buy come in packs of 8, as do our buns. And now I am going to go laugh for 20 minutes because I said "our buns".

TV Stations that play the same movies over and over again- which is most of them. If I have to see Spider-Man, Fantastic 4, A Cinderella Story, Bring It On (1 through 123), Drumline, Independence Day, I Robot, Wedding Crashers, Van Helsing, and about a hundred more movies that I can't think of right this second one more time, I am going to kill my television

Microsoft- somehow I think MS will be appearing quite often on this list. I have been hearing that Windows 7 is not that good and the more I read about Microsoft, the more I am starting to get convinced that maybe, just maybe, my next computer should be a Mac. But then I think of having to buy a new printer and all that and I get discouraged. I don't think I would have trouble learning OS X, but how would my current files work on it? There is software to run Windows on a Mac, but the computer will cost me enough as it is. I won't exactly be wanting to run out and drop another $70 on software. The main reason I look at Mac is for the obvious- security- but with my luck, I'd finally buy one and an abundance of Mac viruses will explode on the market, thus almost completely defeating my purpose of buying a Mac. Maybe I should just try Linux or something

Overprotective parents- you know what I am talking about. The ones that will hire babysitters or stick their brats in daycare, but no one is ever good enough to take care of their children. If the kid falls down and gets a bruise, they have a heart attack and scream that no one protected their little monster from the big cruel world. If the teacher tells them that their kid beat up every kid in the classroom, they'll freak out and scream about how there is no way that their precious little angel would do something like that, even if the kid is standing there among all the other kids and is the only one not crying and bruised. Now this doesn't apply to every parent out there, but since the parents I encountered at the daycare I worked at that were the most protective were mothers who didn't even need to be working, here is something....if no one is good enough take care of your bastard, stop being so fucking greedy and take care of the kid yourself. Stop worrying about what every Hollywood celebrity has and be a fucking parent. You CANNOT protect your child from every danger in the world. And yes, your child is quite capable of being a little bastard. Take it from a former TA- we would know; we spend more time with the kid than you do

Celebrities who spend every waking hour with another, say they are not dating, and then get married a few weeks later- please. Spare us the idiot act, Hollywood. America isn't that stupid. If you say "oh, we're just friends", we know you are not.

The human body- it pisses me off. No matter how good you take care of it, something can still go wrong. I do the full 2 minutes of teeth brushing twice a day, not to mention I have sealants, and still end up with cavities, yet most men I know never brush their teeth and never have cavities

The dramatic zooming in and blinking of the eye on medical mystery shows like Mystery Diagnosis- what is the point of it?

People who slurp food or make any kind of noise while eating- there is not much in the world that annoys me than this, especially when there is no reason to do it. I know people do it with spaghetti and hot soup and that makes me stabby enough, but practically everyone in my family is notorious for it and they will do it with cereal, warm soup, fruit cups, and god knows what else. And they wonder why I hate eating dinner with them. I can't even see the word "slurp" without wanting to go into a homicidal rage. It's nasty.

Moron celebrities who open their mouth and use derogaroty terms, and then play the victim card by saying they didn't mean what they said- It's not what they say that annoys me; it's how they stand there and say they didn't mean it. You either did or you're just stupid. Stop lying. If you hate a particular group, just say it already. Don't stand there and call someone the N word or related term and then say you didn't mean it because there had to have been some reason you decided to use it. No tolerant person will just use words like that.

The song "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor- I liked it the first school dance I went to. And then it started to play at the next one. And the one after that. And then every wedding I went to. And then I started to hear it in every movie where a break-up occurs. Enough is enough. It is first on my list of songs that are NOT ALLOWED to be played at my wedding.

The octuplet mother- I can't even look at her without wanting to punch her in her ridiculous looking lipped face. DYFS, make yourself fucking useful for once. I can't believe this bitch wants to be a counselor. Bitch shouldn't be anywhere near psychiatric facilities, unless she is a patient.

Vermont Teddy Bears- really? People actually will spend like $90 for a frigging teddy bear? Please. Just save the money and buy me a nice piece of jewelry for under a $100. It can be found.

Quote Of The Day

With all of the Christian Bale hoopla, it reminded me of something I have been intending to use as a quote of the day. I stumbled upon American Psycho a few years ago and I know I have a sick sense of humor, although I can vouch for others that also agree with me, but I thought it was hysterical. In a sick, disturbing, gruesome way. So here are a couple quotes from the movie:

Patrick: I think, um, Evelyn that, uh, we've lost touch.
Evelyn: Why? What's wrong?
Patrick: I need to engage in homicidal behaviour on a massive scale can not be corrected but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs.

Patrick: Ask me a question.
Daisy: So, what do you do?
Patrick: I'm into, uh, well, murders and executions, mostly.
Daisy: Do you like it?
Patrick: Well, it depends. Why?
Daisy: Well, most guys I know who are in Mergers and Acquisitions really don't like it.

Patrick: You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.

Waiter: Would you like to hear today's specials?
Patrick: Not if you want to keep your spleen.

She's Back!

What a week.

I don't know how long it was, but I know it started sometime last week, my left ankle started to feel weird. It cracked a lot and if I plantar flexed it, I felt this kind of pressure pain, like the area needed to be popped. Wednesday, I woke up and while up, I decided to flex it and while doing so, I felt a strong pain. Not anything to make me scream or hit something, but a pain nonetheless. And after I stopped, the back of my heel hurt whenever I walked. It also hurt to plantar flex and dorsiflex my foot. Of course, the first thing in my mind was ruptured or torn Achilles tendon. So I spent most of the day sitting with ice and my stomach in knots of what I would do if it was something serious.

Its better now. It doesn't hurt to walk and still hurts a little to flex it in certain ways. It hurts a little coming down steps, but I am fine going up them. There hasn't been any redness, swelling, or bruising. Nothing feels out of the ordinary when I touch it and there is also no pain on palpating. I am not too worried about being injured; I am worried about doing something more serious to it and I am also worried about when I can get back out exercising. Unfortunately, my plans to be a runner are going to have to be put on hold until I get medical and am thoroughly checked out by a doctor. I never realized how bad it was to run on concrete and asphalt, especially with worn sneakers (which I just replaced on Sunday, my last run).

I am also having trouble walking because I am so scared of doing something that my legs shake pretty bad when I am walking. I finally braved getting on my stationary bike tonight and the whole time I was on it, I was shaking from head to toe. I can honestly see how people piss their pants when they get scared because the entire time I felt like I was going to because I was so damn scared. Gross, I know. I just hope this goes clears up soon.

I don't know why but for some reason I saw some NASCAR shit on earlier and I decided to see if NASCAR Perfomance was going to be coming back. I'm so over my crush on Bootie Barker (yes, I admit, I was quite smitten with him once upon a time), but I was still curious to see. I'm so sick of hearing people praise about what a wonderful crew chief he is. He isn't even that good. When the hell was the last time his driver won a race? Back when I actually watched it, I discovered that all of his drivers- up until Johnny Sauter aka Mr. Cortney, who I also had a crush on- finished 28th. Johnny Boy blew it in the last race, probably because he was too distracted from being pussy whipped by Cortney. Okay, so Robert isn't terrible, but I am not going to sit here and kiss his fucking ass. No one will say it, but come on- we all know the real reason why people say he is one of the best. And as we all know....I don't play that way.

Kiss My Ass, Nipple Nazis

I have mentioned this before and for some unknown reason today, it has been eating at me.

Radical breast feeders. What the fuck is the deal with them? I just cannot fathom the attitudes of them. I cannot believe that not only are there bitches out there who want hospitals to stop giving out formula, but there are ones who want formula to be done away with all together and made prescription only and then only available to people who absolutely cannot breastfeed.

What is the definition of one who absolutely cannot breastfeed anyway? A woman who has had a masectomy? I suppose in the eyes of these dumbasses, a woman on medication is not an exception to breastfeeding. Yeah, because we should force women whose lives are pretty much sustained from their medication to go off of it because a group of nazi breast feeders want to tell us all what to do with our bodies and children. I guess the woman whose life is made semi-normal by being on lithium or some type of antipsychotic should be taken off of it. Whatever.

Gee, I wonder how many of these women are pro-choice.

So my message to La Leche League and any other breast-feeding "it should be the only way" promoting group of assholes....I don't care if you want to promote breast feeding, but knock off the fucking nazi and "I'm so superior because I breastfeed" behavior and let us women decide how we want to take care of our children. If I choose to not breastfeed my child (which I will not), that is my decision and I would appreciate you keeping your nose out of my fucking business. Come up to me while I am bottle feeding a baby and bitch me out and I will knock you so hard on your ass, you won't know what hit you. Show me all the evidence you want of how much healthier breast feeding is and I will take the evidence and shove it up your ass. I don't believe any of it anyway.

And don't give me the crap that we are given breasts and nipples for a reason because, as I do recall, men have breasts (technically) and nipples as well. People are given brains, but that doesn't mean they always use them.

Quote Of The Day

From Health Day, on mental illness and violence:

People who have a severe mental illness but no substance abuse or a history of violence weren't any more likely than any other person in the general population to be violent over a period of three years, the study found.

Video Of The Day

Even though I already posted the lyrics, I just realized that this song is still my favorite song a year later, so I decided to post the music video. That said...."Anthem":



There will never be words in any language to describe the feeling I get as soon as the guitar solo starts and then as soon as "this is an anthem for the girl that got away...." starts. This is one song that can truly invoke some strong ass emotions in me, from goosebumps on goosebumps to times where I have actually broke down and cried like a baby. Congratulations, Eric Lumiere. Your singing is evidence that I am still something close to resembling human.

I have never seen Say Anything, but I do know the famous John Cusack holding the boombox over his head and blasting "In Your Eyes" part. One of the first times I heard "Anthem", I immediately thought that if someone ever needed to win me back, blasting the chorus part from outside my window could very well possibly be the key to winning me back.

Random Thoughts

When is someone ever going to be able to give me an exact number of calories I need to consume a day to lose weight? One website says 1200, another says 1350, and another says 1197! I thought you were not allowed to go below 1200! One site even told me 2200! If I ate 2200 calories a day, I would be the size of a fucking house. It's hard to judge my activity level; I exercise at least 5 days a week, but other than that, I am not very active. So what the hell am I considered?

Ugh, it is all so damn confusing.

And sometimes after doing my running-walking thing, my left ankle feels weird. Like weak and like it needs to be cracked. Its probably due to not warming up properly and to the bad condition of my sneakers and I have a new pair of running shoes waiting to be used, but I don't know and it's worrying me and now I am afraid to go back out and run.

I had the joyful experience of visiting Wal-Mart today and it was nuthouse, so needless to say when I left, I was not in a good mood and my mother had purchased a People magazine because she is sickenly obsessed with the Casey Anthony case and she handed it to me to read when she was done and wouldn't you know in the letters section, there was a section mentioning the same thing that talk show mentioned 2 weeks ago that had me in a horrible depression? I felt like screaming.

I also feel like screaming because, as I mentioned before, I cannot, for the life of me, remember where my wisdom tooth is. I ask every single time I go because I forget, so you would think I would write it down, but nooo. Not me.

http://palinpics4truth.blogspot.com/

First off, before any "conservatives" get their panties in a bunch, I don't know what to think of the whole baby thing. Frankly, I find the whole pregnancy and birthing quite suspicious, but I am not one to sit and fight with people that the baby is not Sarah's. But this is ridiculous. What a crock of bullshit. This is the most absurd thing I have ever read. Last time I checked, we live in the United States, not the Middle East. Here's an idea- if you do not like what this lady has to say, leave the site. It's as simple as that. Just like if you do not like what I have to say, leave my page. I visit plenty of sites in a week's time and if I do not like what the person has to say, while it is tempting to bitch people out, I just roll my eyes, curse humanity, and click the red x on the tab.

Quote Of The Day

From "Road To Rhode Island":

Brian Griffin: Hola! Um... me, me llamo es Brian. Ahh, uh, um... Let's see, uh, nosotros queremos ir con ustedes.
Migrant Worker: Hey, that was pretty good, except when you said, "Me llamo es Brian," you don't need the "es", just "me llamo Brian".
Brian Griffin: Oh! So you speak English!
Migrant Worker: No, just that first speech and this one explaining it.
Brian Griffin: You... you're kidding, right?
Migrant Worker: Que?