Monday, June 30, 2008

I barely survived.

Went camping and MY GOD was that an atrocious experience. It was 1,000 degrees, millions of daddy long legs, and I am positively covered in mosquito bites. But I made it and the hubby had a good time so all is well.
Work has been insane. We had an associate leave the company and all of her shit was plopped in my lap. I mean, she left the company because she was dealing with bullshit accounts whom never hire; why the fuck would I be happy about this? Oh well...just last summer repeating itself, when I took over all of my colleagues accounts while she was on maternity leave and when she came back, I had nothing. They'll probably hire some fuck up to take these accounts after I tidy them up. I am foul today, probably because I itch and over the weekend was just criticized relentlessly for being a Libertarian ("I don't buy any of that Libertarian bullshit.") Are you fucking kidding me? What bullshit?? It's the fucking Constitution, that's IT. So I spent the weekend physically and mentally uncomfortable.
My father-in-law had a mild heart attack over the weekend. Call it what you want, but I call it two things: A big fucking deal and a serious wake up call. I have got to get the man in shape because 1. his dad just had a heart attack and 2. his OTHER set of genes is equally unhealthy. No fucking way we're having a baby just to have him keel over at 30.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

This makes me really happy.

Because we should love everyone and value the services they provide for our country. "Gay people"? Fuck that noise. They are people who just happen to be gay. And I happen to have blond hair. And Seamus happens to be covered in hair. Happy Father's Day - one love for everyone!
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British army to allow uniforms at gay pride march

LONDON (AP) — Britain's military says soldiers and airmen will be allowed to wear their uniforms to this year's gay pride march in London.

The military said Saturday it would permit British Army and Royal Air Force personnel to show off their military affiliation in the July 5 parade.

The decision brings the forces in line with the Royal Navy, which already allows sailors to participate in uniform.

Britain began allowing gay men and women to serve openly in the military in 2000. While military personnel have been able to participate in the pride march since then, soldiers and airmen have done so in civilian clothes.

Gay rights groups welcomed the decision.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

fuck, fuck, mother, mother, fuck fuck


noitch noitch noitch.

i'm sure i'll be adding to this later.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

TBOTE

In my head all day...I <3 Trent Reznor.

Down on your knees
You'll be left behind
This is the beginning
Watch what you think
They can read your mind
This is the beginning
I got my mark, see it in my eyes
This is the beginning
Well my reflection I don't recognize
This is the beginning
We think we've climbed so high
Up all the backs we've condemned
We face no consequence
This is the beginning of the end
You wait your turn
You'll be last in line
This is the beginning
Get out the way
Cause I'm getting mine
This is the beginning
There are some ones that can help themselves
This is the beginning
May be too late as far as I can tell
This is the beginning
We think we've come so far
On all our lies we depend
We see no consequence
This is the beginning of the end.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Mothereffing Monday!

It's about 100 degrees in Philadelphia and due to my superior intelligence, I decided to go for a run. I came back this morning and was on the floor stretching and Seamus thought he would be helpful and lick my face clean. He's such a good boy. I forgot what running in the severe heat felt like - I stopped going to the gym and started running outside again. After a year of paying for the gym, all I got was less reflection time (earphones and watching TV while running), less of a workout (driving to and from the gym eats up serious time, was having very short workouts), and less physical health. Back to basics bitches: I'm going to run outside. And sure enough, two weeks after I started, my favorite pair of jeans fit again after six months. I'm a idiot. Even moreso than when I fell LAST Monday while running and ripped open my knee (which is now scabbed over yet still oozing a mysterious substance). Moving along...
My Mom and John came up for a visit from North Carolina this weekend and everyone went to bed, I decided to drunk text my phone book. Nothing harmful, just pitiful. I spent all of Saturday trying to surreptitiously apologize/explain to my friends that I am just a retard who had too much wine. Some of the responses I got back were interesting though - some friends thought I was distressed (which in hindsight, I was), some thought I was being cute, some were confused...some didn't even know who I was, which was probably more insightful than I wanted.
Sunday, my Mom and Johnny left very early, and since it was 100 degrees out, JR and I ended up waking up at 10:00 a.m. (soooo late for me, I am a sixamer), staring at each other wondering what the eff to do for the day. We decided on lunch and a matinee of Iron Man, which ended up being a pretty good movie. I kind of wanted to see Kung Fu Panda...but he had his hot heart (check out that alliteration) set on Iron Man and after some reflection, did I really want to pay to see a panda do Kung Fu? After further reflection I decided that "fuck yeah, I want to see a panda do Kung Fu" but that can wait until it is available on Netflix.
Anywho...