Someone found my blog today by searching for this: "how do I put a demon back to hell" I think I won, but I'm a little worried what the prize would be in this situation. So I'm going back to regularly scheduled silliness. Like THIS (for which I'm unable to find anyone to credit, so… Continue reading Well, I Suppose I Asked For It.
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Gerard Butler and Unicorns (or why I haven’t blogged in January much)
January I've been unemployed, and as such I've been watching WAY too much TV, reading pagan-y books, and sleeping off some ongoing depression issues. Not really a valid excuse, but there you go. However, this week stuff happened that was blog-worthy, and so here I am. I've discovered I'm allergic to martial arts. Or vigorous… Continue reading Gerard Butler and Unicorns (or why I haven’t blogged in January much)
Go Ahead: Call Me Lazypants.
Do you know what happens when I have weeks and weeks off of work between the end of my contract and the beginning of a new position? NOTHING. So far:I've gotten utterly hooked on the Kevin McKidd episodes of Grey's Anatomy, even though I'd been warned not to get into that show (because goddammit, I'm… Continue reading Go Ahead: Call Me Lazypants.
I Am Not Resolute, Bitches!
I'm wholly unfunny this week, partially due to the chest cold from hell which forced me to not-sleep on the couch one night (as opposed to not-sleeping in bed) so Husband could get SOME shut-eye. He's back to work full time, and I'm currently unemployed, therefore in all fairness he needed sleep more than me.… Continue reading I Am Not Resolute, Bitches!
It’s a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
Not this one: Creepy Walken Face Courtesy of IMDB.comAlthough I did discover (while wasting time on IMDB.com finding that picture) that the same dude who did Highlander did The Prophecy movies. Cool. But no, that's not the prophecy I meant. Nor is the solstice/endoftheworld/apocalypse my subject today, despite "oh god, oh god, we're all… Continue reading It’s a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy!
Dude. Really. You should ride that ride.
In a surreal afternoon event, I've had a quote a friend said to me two years ago at Renaissance Festival running maddeningly hilarious circles through my head. A group of us took the day off one particularly pleasing afternoon to wander like idiots and drink ourselves silly. Indeed, mission accomplished for Husband and the other… Continue reading Dude. Really. You should ride that ride.
CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
If you're wondering, I'm TOTALLY using that title for my as-yet-ill-conceived memoir. That's right: "climb into the handbasket" was one of the many fucked-up ways people found this blog. Here are a few others: "i'm in love with my same sex therapist" - I'm fairly certain I've never blogged about this. Should I ever I'll… Continue reading CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
"What’s with TODAY, today?"
I have nothing for a real post today. That's a lie. I could probably entertain someone with some random stream-of-consciousness-crap that bounces around like a superball on speed in my cranium. However, I am lazy. And it's election day (NO MORE Romney supporter calls to my house: yay!!). And therefore I give you the posts… Continue reading "What’s with TODAY, today?"
Home Again. Jiggy.
Husband was released from prison the hospital yesterday: 2 months to the date since the drunk asshole in a borrowed SUV with SHITTY INSURANCE plowed into the motorcycle...yeah, I'm not bitter at all. But he's home, he's allowed to start working with crutches, and he managed it nearly three weeks earlier than we'd originally thought.… Continue reading Home Again. Jiggy.
Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Today I spent quite a bit of time screwing off (in a non-sexual, work-appropriate way). As has been my usual MO for the past week or two...because projects have been delayed by forces not in my control (I SWEAR I didn't wave that wand toward work!!). Therefore, I spend much of my afternoon fucking around… Continue reading Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
No Pithy Phrase 