I'm listening to the archive.org live stream of the concert last Saturday at the Vogue, and SWEET JESUS, "St. Louise is Listening" is just a sexy, sexy, song. Yowza.

Ugh. If I were anywhere but here... is it 5:00 yet?

In other, somewhat happier news, I need a roller derby nickname. Something cute, able to fit on a jersey, with a little bit of violence and/or double entendre. I wanted to use "Paris Killtons" but it's taken. Any ideas?

Here's another life lesson for all you kiddies from Auntie Kelly:

When something feels too good to be true, it is.

Updated to add: one step forward, two steps back. What is it with me? Am I really that hideous of a person? I am fucking destined to die alone, that's what it is. Screw this. To hell with it all.

Last night was one of the hardest I've had in recent memory ( Read more... )

so someone spammed my johari thing. surprise, surprise.

Some people never change.

The title of the spam email I just received from h0rny_granny:

"I'll give head 'till I drop dead"

You've got to be kidding me...

The past 48 hours have been incredible, including (not limited to) the following ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, y'all.

May 2006 be exponentially better than 2005.

:)

container of Trader Joe's Cocoa Almonds: $2.49

6 pack of Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper: $2.99

Mardi Gras beads in blue, silver and white: $1.59

box of Kleenex: $.99

Curling up on the couch under blankets and kitties with said refreshments to watch the Colts go 11-0:

PRICELESS.

(yelling "Cut that meat!" and "De-Caf!"... also priceless.)

for the first time in quite awhile, I really am thankful.

It's so nice to feel like I'm a part of things again.

Happy Thanksgiving (belated!) to all my friends.