Quote Of The Day

Darren Hayes on Clive Owen:

....he's obviously very handsome....

Darren has excellent taste in men, although I would argue that "handsome" does not justify Clive Owen. His voice alone makes me wanna tear his clothes off with my teeth.

My God, he is such a handsome man. Why? Why?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GAY?!

Speaking of Darren, I noticed that just like with Deee-Lite, any mention of a reunion of Savage Garden is met with hostility. It annoys me when bands break up and they won't say why. Why can't they just give some sort of reason? They don't need to be specific. If Deee-Lite broke up due to Dmitry and Lady Miss Kier, fine, then why can't they just say they broke up because of problems between the two of them? We don't need exact details. Just some sort of reasoning. I think fans have a right to know why their favorite groups broke up because last time I checked, they would have never made it as a band if it wasn't for the fans!

Speaking of annoying things, I saw a comment on Lady Miss Kier's Facebook page (at least, it claims to be really hers; it does seem to kind of check out) that once again compared Lady Gaga to her. Every time I see their names together in a sentence, I get stabby. Am I blind or something? I don't see how they can be compared! This looks nothing like this! Lady Miss Kier looks pretty normal. Can't say the same for Lady Gaga. If you put that outfit on Lady Miss Kier, she would make it look good. And Lady Miss Kier wouldn't need to wear that freaking net thing over her face. Stop freaking comparing them, although I do have to say that comparing Lady Miss Kier and Lady Gaga is a fraction better than the absolutely preposterous comparison of Deee-Lite and Paramore I once saw. What, they both die their hair red and are the only chicks in the group? OMG it's like they're freaking twins! (Yeah. I don't think so.)

That is still not the worst comparison. If I ever dare see one comparison of Lady Miss Kier to that piece of smelly ass trash Kesha- notice I do not put the dollar sign in her name because symbols do not belong in names- I will go absolutely postal.

Good God. I was starting to like Lady Gaga, but now she is just starting to get on my nerves. I seen the video for "Telephone" the other night and....WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? The video didn't even have anything to do with the song! How does a song about not wanting to pick up a call churn out a video that Quentin Tarantino would get a boner over? The song is pretty good, with the exception of Beyonce. Speaking of annoying people....

Random Thoughts

To see if I still had an old jounral in which I bitched about someone I just recently got in contact with again, I read through some old journals (yes, it was in one) and man, I am one fucked up bitch. Seriously- I have some major issues. I bitched about Janey Wilcox from Trading Up and yet I fantasize about being a manipulative bitch like her. Not quite to the extent she was (I don't do blow-jobs), but close enough. My exact words were,

I've had so many bad fantasies- like of posing naked (if I had the body), doing drugs, using men, being a prostitute....just being a bad girl. I want to fuck people over and not feel bad about it.

And you want to tell me that fantasizing about this stuff constantly is a sign of a normal mind? I still do fantasize about it. But then again, I guess I've spent so many years being this goody two-shoes that I'm just starting to get sick and tired of it and want to rebel.

There was also an entry where I complained about Bootie Barker singing "Groove Is In The Hall" and what was my exact response to his singing? "He sings as well as he walks". Yeah, that was probably even a bit low for me, but hey, disabled people are the first ones to say to treat them the same, so that is exactly what I am doing. No different than making fun of someone's height.

Speaking of Trading Up, I amazingly finally finished it. It's not a difficult book to read, although there are times I read through and thought, um, was that really that direly needed to be included; it seemed like a lot of yapping instead of just getting straight to the point. And oy vey, the storylines were all over the place. Janey was a dirty rotten narcisstic whore and did not get absolutely one ounce of the punishment she deserved. That bitch needed to be brought down. The Patty and Mimi storylines dropped off the face of the earth towards the end. What ever became of Mimi's pregnancy? And frankly, I still do not see what Selden (Janey's husband) did that was so awful and that she did not deserve. He gave her everything her shriveled little black heart desired. She got pissed at him for having to choose between her or his job and what was the difference? She didn't even love him! I don't doubt for a second that there are people out there just like these characters, but the only thing that can completely excuse this book is if it was satire. I wonder if the owner who left it on the airplane accidently left it there or was so disgusted they figured they would leave it for someone else.

And need a good drinking game? Read this book and every time someone says darling, take a drink. You won't even be half way through it and you will be dangerously drunk. Or a really good drinking game would be to take a shot every time Janey is a disgusting vile bitch.

Ugh, I was thinking earlier how I miss election time. Yeah, it was nerve-wracking as hell, but it had my mind so occupied that many of the crazy thoughts that normally invade my mind were pushed onto the back burner. I was really caught up in it. I have never seen myself get so passionate over anything in my life. My mother was really caught up in it as well.

So I hear Fatfuck Limbaugh has said that he hopes Obama fails? Good grief. I have never met such a disgusting vile fucking pig in my life as that jerk off. I wish he would go on a hunting trip with Dick Cheney as well or eat himself to death. He is already on a good path for the latter to happen. If I was forced to choose between voting for Sarah Palin or Limbaugh, I think I would just pick up a gun and blow my brains out. Hey, I didn't want Bush in the last election, but I still hoped he would at least pull the country back together.

And last but not least....pictures of Clive Owen with no shirt on.

Random Thoughts VII

I have barely had any sleep. I went to bed at 5AM, tossed and turned for 3 hours, sobbed hysterically (there is just something incredibly aggravating about trying to fall asleep when you are completely and utterly exhausted and sleep will not come), and then finally conked out at after 8AM. Was up off and on until about 1:30PM. Those three hours I couldn't sleep were spent with my mind running and running and running. I'll give you one guess as to what my mind was running about. And I was getting angry. I was angry over the situation and angry because it was making me angry. If my beloved Deee-Lite poster wasn't hanging next to my bed, I would have punched the wall. If my parents weren't home, I would have put my pillow over my face and screamed as loud as I could. God! I can't stand it. I just want to reach into my skull and pull my brain out. I miss the days of forced lobotomies and manditory sterilization. Seriously. I am not kidding. It's extreme, but anything has to be better than this.

For some reason while out on a run today, I thought of when I was in the hospital and half way through my stay, this really hot guy was admitted. He had big muscles, but not the kind that make me want to projectile vomit. And right before he came, an older man had been admitted. He was foreign, Czech or something. And he had a habit of walking around completely nude (and yes, sadly, this was my first view of a real life adult male penis, by which, I mean in person; I have seen plenty in movies and anatomy and human sexuality books) and not just that, he had a habit of, uh, going to the bathroom in every place but the bathroom. But back to the hottie. He was pretty angry about being admitted and he joined the group of people I hung out with and one day at lunch, he said he wanted to do something really outrageous. So I told him to walk around naked. Everyone laughed. What they didn't realize was I was dead serious.

Am I the only one who sees something wrong with FC Kerbecks's webpage address (www.fckerbeck.com)?

If I have to see one more commercial where some stupid dunce is praising a weight loss drug and omg! look at their body now! I am going to scream. You do not get a six-pack from a drug!

I'm smart, but I don't have the best common sense, but it is a little absurd that it took me all these years to finally realize that "White Lines" is about drugs. But to be fair, the only version I used to know was Duran Duran's cover and I was in elementary school when it came out.

Bees and other like insects are idiots. Stinging is used as a defense mechanism, they feel they are being threatened, so they sting you, and what happens to them? They end up dying anyway.

Why do horror movies always come out after the holiday season? Isn't that what Halloween is for?

Two years ago, almost three, my father brought me home a book that a co-worker found on an airplane called Trading Up and it was by Candace Bushnell. I am reading it again and I honestly have no idea how I ever read it before. The book is too damn drawn out, Janey is intolerable....I just want to punch that bitch in the face, especially when she throws a hissy fit in Italy. Maybe it is just me, but why does it seem like the people you hate the most are just like you the most?

I noticed one of my pictures wasn't showing up properly and when I clicked on it, it took me to an odd link with bandwidththief at the end of the link. Now I know what bandwidth thievery is, but I looked it up anyway. I found a webpage that explained that linking a picture from someone's page to mine was considered bandwidth theft. I had no idea of that, but it was by pure accident: therefore, I am not apologizing for it. Removing the picture is sufficient enough. I'm not going to stand here and be called a fucking thief. If that webpage explaining bandwidth theft thinks I would honestly post a picture with "reformed bandwidth thief" on my page, they can think twice. What a bunch of hooey. I ain't no damn thief.

It's too bad that no one can hear "Christmas At Ground Zero" by Weird Al anymore. It's one of those songs that is disturbing and disturbingly realistic, but it's fucking hilarious. And it was out long before 9/11; since the Cold War. I can't wait for the end of the world to come. I can't wait to meet the religious right and Sarah Palin and Bush and Cheney and all them in Hell.

Funny I was just thinking about it- the Doublemint gum commercial is back. Not that I am complaining- Chris Brown is hot. And speaking of hot- I must remember to watch Children Of Men. I started to watch it the other day, but I missed the beginning. That movie scared the hell out of me, BUT....Clive Owen is muy caliente. He reminds me of Paul van Dyk. Meeeee-ow!

lol- did you know Doublemint has it's own Wikipedia page?