unraveling the enigma...sorta
Currently Watching: "Inu Yasha" Yesterday's episode so I can tape today's. I am majorly tired, so I am majorly lost. My attention span is not what it should be. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about the other toons. Y'all know I love my toons right?
I've totally forgotten what comes on after "Inu Yasha." I know that "Reign: The Conqueror" is last. If you were a fan of "Aeon Flux" on MTV, you'll probably like "Reign" because it's created by the same guy.
I'm supposed to be heading off to NYC tomorrow. We'll see how that works. It seems as if everytime I have plans to hit the apple something happens. I wanna hit Brooklyn and the Village. Welp, betta get to bed before I sleep right here on my desk.
PhillyKat at 11:50:00 PM | I went to the pool today, but I didn't stay in long because the water was freezing. I did 100 jumping jacks with weights and 4 laps. That was it. That is all I did all day, but for some reason I am sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to get off my ass and do something daily so just a little bit of exercise doesn't turn me all narcaleptie (welcome to the Joss Wedon (scribe of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and Angel) school of speech.
My mind is wandering like a brother in the desert. I can barely keep my mind on finishing this sentence so I'm gonna peace out. Just go read Sammy and laugh if you haven't already.
PhillyKat at 11:01:00 PM |
PhillyKat at 3:46:00 PM | Currently Listening to: "Freeek" by George Michael. I'll be your sexual freak of the week. I'll your inspirational brother (sister). Yo' woman can't you see. I'll be your sexual freak of the week. Your educational lover. Your one fuck(?) fantasy. I really like this song. (SHUT UP!) Y'all know I'm lonely. :-)~
Today was about 80 degrees. Gorgeous again. It took me a bit to get motivated, but I eventually left the house. I only went to my sister's but that was good. I twisted my ankle somehow. I don't know how or even when, but I won't be taking long walks for a bit.
random thought: "Your Body Is a Wonderland" by John Mayer just shuffled on (very odd choice after Freeek, but it actually works). I still don't know why I don't like this guy more. I didn't know what song this was until I heard the chorus and didn't feel annoyed. He must be growing on me.
Somehow my blog uncentered itself. I have no idea how or why. I just know I can not put it back to the way it was. If it's not one thing it's another. I'm very sleepy so I'm outtie.
Peace
Oh I was up until after 4am this morning. I put up a new link called A Wandering Mind on my main page Enigma's Conundrum. I plan on posting some things I've written including whatever I place on the main page. Right now there's "Sanity," "Spoonin' For One," and a new piece called "Plight of the Too Girl." Everything is copyrighted. If you want to use a line or two, please credit me. Do not copy paste anything in it's entirety without my express permission. Thank you.
PhillyKat at 11:46:00 PM | I just finished reading my blog entries from February and March. If one reads those, one could only come to a singular conclusion. I am off my nut. Apparently, the pod people caught up to me in March. There must've been a struggle. My doppleganger must not have been quite right, because I still have been able to maintain most of my sanity, but I'm having those days. It is also quite possible that being around lunatics for as long as I have been is having an adverse affect upon my fragile little mind.
Well no mas! No more lunacy. Wackiness yes. Straight up crazy no. Silliness yes. Insanity no! That is my pledge to you. Oh let me not make it a pledge. How 'bout my resolution? I never keep those anyway. rofl Oh who am I kidding. I'm a sick pup. I know it. Though, for the most part, it seems as if I spent the entire first half of March pissed off and the last half talking about the guy with the suckable bottom lip that shivers me timbers. Gonna try and stop doing that. SERENITY NOW!
Haven't done this in a bit:
Currently Listening to: "Red Lights" by Curiosity Killed the Cat. It shuffled on and immediately put me in a mellow, chill type of mood. Great song to dl, especially if you've never heard a CKTC song. The touch of your hand gives me the command to come in and dedicate myself to loving you...I ain't gonna leave this one to fate. No red lights could ever make me wait.
Random Thought: I'm going to have to go get a driver's license. Something I truly do not want, but if I wanna move west, something that is a necessity. UGH!
PhillyKat at 5:11:00 PM | It's David Alan Grier's fault.
I have Simply Red singing "If You Don't Know Me By Now" wafting through my head. I use to have some SR on my hd, but not any longer. Then, I started thinking about all the people around me who think they know me, but they don't. Not one iota. Not one milligram. Not a vile. Not a nickle bag. Not at all. I venture to say that you (yes you my dear reader) know more about me than people who are really in my life. I've discussed this before so I won't go into it again.
My life experiences are way below normal for my age group. I'm becoming more and more of a recluse. Separtism party of one. Hello, here I am. Why go out? I'm broke and yet I desire shoes. I repel men, unless they look like Spike (the Gremlin not the vampire) and have his vocabulary and personality. I attract lesbians, wouldn't irk if most those bias knew how to take the word 'NO" and move on, but they're worst than men. I have non-bouncin' and non-behavin' hair. It's turned into straw. Hmmmm I wonder if that chick that Rumplestilskin (spelled wrong and I don't care) used to make spin gold out of straw can hook a sistah up.
My breast are heavier than a 3 month old baby. No really, I think they are. I just lifted the shelf to get some pressure of my chest and back. Guys, if she's a C or above, I don't care if she admits it or not, she lifts those things. She has thought at least one of the following: "Ahhh much better. I wonder if this is how flat chested women feel. Damn, that pain in my back is my breast. I wonder how much it would cost to get these things reduced?" Don't worry. Unless I've completely lost my mind I will never go through a breast reduction. I AM never going to let somebody take my nipples off, suck out some fat (and whatever the hell else), and then sew them back on. I mean what the fuck! Ole doctor stitchatitty would have to show me examples of his sewing skills. I don't want a base thread put up in there. I can just imagine going out in my sporty new bra (to match my sporty bracelet...inside joke sorry) and all of a sudden my nipple falls off. That would be some f'd up ish yo.
I'm going to start dating young guys. I mean young like..I dunno..17. They'll do whatever I want. JOKING! I don't want to pay for someone elses college. Who am I kidding? I still have an outstanding student loan. So, I guess, I haven't paid for college yet. Anyway, I'll go for 24. Twenty-four is a good age. Unless of course there's an intelligent, creative, sexy 22/23 year old on the horizon. Mama might not walk straight for awhile, but she'd be happy.
Question: What's the big difference in the testicular/dicktal area between say a 22 year old and a 42 year old? Do balls sag? I mean they already hanging there looking like extra material that the Creator didn't know what to do with or, if you prefer, Jimmy Durante. OMG! Do they shrink? Awww that would be some messed up ish! Boyfriend like 8" at 25 walking through the locker room letting it swang with confidence and pride. Fast forward 40 years. Buddy boy taking his underwear into the shower with him because he's shrunk to 5.5 inches. That's got to be a blow to self-esteem I would think. Pesonally, if I woke up a cup size smaller, I'd rejoice, but that's just me.
Yeah so where was I? Oh, so David Alan Grier's comedy special was on. I caught the last half hour or so. He was funny. He talked about wanting an experienced woman with crusty feet (ew!). He also talked about how he took a perfectly good whore and ruined her with marriage. Dave's now divorced and dating younger women with perky breasts. That's why I lifted mine. They've never been what you would call perky. He also yelled out, "You don't know me!" That's why Simply Red.
See I told you it was David Alan Grier's fault.
PhillyKat at 11:55:00 PM |
1. What was the last TV show you watched? Will & Grace (repeat)
2. What was the last thing you complained about and what was the problem? go to my blog and read it to find out
3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say? Smitty, old man around the corner. I called his pants snazzy.
4. What was the last thing you threw away? take out container from the market.
5. What was the last website (besides this one) that you visited? trin's diary
ans in comments if you'd like
PhillyKat at 1:43:00 AM | Today was beautiful, bright and sunny. I walked to the market (took about 40-45 minutes). I spent 3x more than what I had planned. I also bought more. I missed the bus(es) back home so I started walking back with 2 bags of groceries...veggies mostly and some prepared items. I was hungry.
It wasn't that bad at first.......at first. THERE'S A HILL! Philadelphia is in a valley. There are hills all over the place. Heck, when your at the bottom of some of them they look like steep mountains. There's a section called Roxborough that has some streets I hate driving up and down. And don't trip. Your ass will roll and slide to the bottom and into traffic. But I don't live in Roxborough so I digress. I opted to stay on the bus route, not the flatest of streets to go up, but less steep than mine. I made it almost up the hill when I heard a bus coming. Did I take the bus or did I continue walking? If you said I continued walking, you would be Out OF YOUR RABID ASS MIND! I happily paid and put my ass up on that bus. Ahhhhh just when you hate public transportation, it pulls through for you.
Yesterday, Shelby told me about a radio interview that Justin Timberlake did on a local radio station in her area with an asshole dj. I was rolling after she told me JT called dude a bitch and then asked "Can I call you 'b' for short?" I laughed so hard my head nearly hit the keyboard. Today, after searching for an hour, I found and downloaded it. I'd put it up for anyone who needs to giggle to download, but alas, my site does not support downloading and it's too big for other spaces I use. So, I'm doing the next best thing, linking you to the site where I found the file. Justin finally got tired of dj's asking who he's fucked and it's about time. So, go to Solo and download it. Right now, it's the first thing up.
PhillyKat at 11:52:00 PM |
So, is Zsa Zsa right? Why or why not?
[edit: I just retyped this because like the fool that I am, I clicked that back arrow symbol for undo not realizing the entire entry would go ghost. Now why would I think that's undo? How would I make such an idiotic mistake? Oh yeah, in case you're wondering, that's sarcasm you smell.]
PhillyKat at 12:12:00 AM | I've had enough. I've had more than enough. I finally yelled, "Shut the fuck up," to my sister, mouf. I've not been in the best of moods today for one. But that's not it. I have just had enough. I have had enough of the constant, non-stop, ongoing, never ending, incessant talking, bullshiting, and lying. I can't take it any longer. The first third of your life is quite long enough don't you agree? Yes? Good. Let's move on.
Has anyone ever fantasized about the death of a family member? I have. My mother's body is in a grave all by itself. Get a burlap sack (how big do they come?) and throw the bitch in I say. Is that wrong? Really now? Guess what? I don't care. I've never been so glad that I never went and got that gun. If I had, you would not be reading this right now. I'd be in central booking. Wait. What am I saying? I'd be in a bed in the local looney bin with an i.v. dripping sedatives into my body so I'd stop giggling and saying "I bet she's shut up now!" I do, however, collect knives, but I like them too much to bloody them up. Truly. No joke. Plus, there are aplenty in the kitchen anyway. Not to mention scissors. All too too messy. I knew a guy who's ex was a crazy FBI agent. That bia followed him and threatened to kill us (his female friends). She scared him silly and he went back to her. Why? Because she knew everywhere he had been all that week including all our names and addresses. Anyway, I wish I was still in contact with him, cuz I'd be like "Is ole girl still crazy?"
Oh calm down. Of course if I'm posting this I'd never do it. I may think about it several several times a day (lol...sike I don't), but I would never kill someone. I'm too peacey. Too do unto other blah blah. For several years, childhood actually, it has been my belief that I deserved to be treated poorly. As I grew older I believed that I must have been truly horrible in a past life because I've never done anything to anyone in this lifetime to warrant the treatment and abuse I have endured in this one. I've been everyones victim for decades now. No longer.
I realize why people with issues are drawn to me. I realize I'm acutally a survivor and I didn't know it. I survived my mom, queen of all mind games and propreitor of petty; my dad the emotionally abusive alcoholic, 2 emotionally abusive lying siblings (I have 5. One of the 2 has grown..a little..good for him); date rape and attempted rape (no I'm not gay..there goes that theory); sexual harrassment at almost evey job I've ever had; backstabbing and backbiting by family, fairweather friends, co-workers, AND..get this..educators. I have been through it.
The only person abusing me now is me...scratch that...was me. I've paid all I'm going to willingly pay of my karmic bill. This well is dry. The bank is belly up. If you thought I was too the point, no nonsense before, you ain't seen nuthin' yet. You get your little feelings hurt, too damn bad. Anyone coming up for collection is going to be in for a rude awakening. Because all they will hear is "Fuck you! I'm done. NEXT!"
PhillyKat at 11:26:00 PM |
Let's go further into the stupidity. Apparently, today's star of the questionaire was asked if they knew the difference between people and persons. The person who asked decided to give their definition: the difference, i find, between people and persons is that people are conformists and need other people around them constantly to feel secure. persons are individuals who rely on themselves for security and have a lot of substance in their lives. My immediate comment: What a load of drivel! Get a dictionary.
Now just in case someone out there thinks that bull puckey makes sense, is minus a dictionary, and is too lazy to go to Merriam Webster, I shall define using Black's Law Dictionary. (By the by, if you do not have a good law dictionary, you should. I have 3.) Anyway, people is defined as a nation in its collective and political capacity; the aggregate or mass of the individurals who constitutes the state. A person is a human being (i.e. natural person), though by statute may include labor orgs, partnerships, associations, corporations, etc.
Does that clear it for you? If you think that little conformist definition made sense, my guess is probably not.
PhillyKat at 12:02:00 AM | As Uncle would say, "One mooore thing....."
People startin' to steal my ish. It's supposed to be flattering, but, uh, it's not. Alright, sometimes it is, but for the most part....nnnnnooooooooooooo. It's alright if it's time to time. It's equally alright if you credit me. It's great if it's funny. But don't steal my shit, run with it, and pound it into the ground man. That just irks my soul.
OR
It could be that I'm in a bad mood cuz people are irkin' me. Naaaaaaah that's not it.
PhillyKat at 9:18:00 PM |
The only thing I could do was use my recovery disk and go back to my factory settings. First, I had to move all my files off. Since my burner went kablooey, that took the better part of a week. I definitely lost some things, but oh well.
I'm sure I lost some readers, heck I think I only had like 10. But it's good to be back anyway. See ya.
PhillyKat at 9:10:00 PM |
THE BITCH THE BITCH.....The bitch is baaaack. One of my favorite Elton songs.
I'll be back later to post something just take it from me, DO NOT...DO NOT...DO NOT download any trials of firewalls, especially if you have a Compaq. JUST DON'T DO IT!! Just spend the dough or borrow Symantec (Norton) or McAfee.
PhillyKat at 6:01:00 PM | Man, I hate blogger sometimes. I couldn't post earlier.
Anyway, I got everything done satisfactorily, not totally to my liking but well enough. So, if you come here straight to blog hit the link 'Back to Spoonin'. And check out my cute little kitty and read my essay. I'm going to try and post a new one each month or as they come to me. You know I think up simple things being that I'm simple minded, lol. I just need to commit to actually writing them down.
My first deadline came and went. I made a little progress in research I needed to make the story I'm working on plausible, but not enough. 10 days was not enough time. I need my 2nd deadline. I'll give it to myself. Maybe the 11th of May.
PhillyKat at 4:31:00 PM | Oh man today was beautiful. It was in the high 60s/low 70s. Great driving weather. Great weather to look cute....and of course I did. Hee...didn't meet anyone. Why do men just stare at me? They always have. No matter my size. No matter my age. They just look. Like they're window shopping on Rodeo Drive. I used Rodeo because that's the only time I walked down a street full of retail stores and didn't darken 1 doorstep. I mean not one. I had no intention on crying.
Looks like I will most definitely be going to Florida this summer. Even if I don't get tickets for *Nsync's Charity for the Children, I'll probably go see my cousin. He no longer manages a hotel *sad face*, but he has a house and he's all by himself. I'll probably call him tomorrow. If my travel companions are still going, I'm hopin he has a hook up. The celeb bball game is in Ft. Lauderdale. The day before is something else (not sure what) in Miami. Cuz lives in West Palm about an hour or so from Miami and 20 minutes from Ft. Lauderdale (or so I've been told).
I've been wanting to see a celeb bball game since MTV use to do Rock n' Jocks games hosted by Dan Cortez. I use to love me some Dan Cortez. Wonda whatever happened to him. Seems like Bill Bellamy is the only ex-VJ to have any type of career in front of the camera after leaving MTV. I guess that's because he had some talent and a career before heading to MTV. I wish he'd kept doing stand-up. Ah well...heck...I wish Chris Tucker still did stand up, too.
Alright, I'm doing one of Shelby's things and jumping from topic to topic so I'll end it here.
Peace.
Ohhhh, I never quite got the PopWin thing to work. I'm missing something but I dunno what. So, hopefully, you're reading this with the new layout. *cross fingers*
PhillyKat at 11:59:00 PM |
The layout I'm working with now is the 5th one I've tried. So far so good. Problem is with all the going back and forth (and cleaning out of the recycle bin) I've lost some code. Specifically, the code to control the size of my link windows. I think it's called WinPop or PopWin or something. I went to 2 sites that have code for downloading but I didn't either see what I was looking for or understand how to customize it. I asked Shelby, but she said she didn't know; she so does considering she did the first layout including the winpop code. I dunno if it's because it was after midnight (the brain shut down) or if she just had a bee up her ass about someone or something, BUT I could use a li'l bit of help. So, if you understand that crap or know where I can go to cp the code, email me please. Don't comment because I can't see those right now. Thanks.
PhillyKat at 4:10:00 AM | Lord Almighty, please, make her shut up! I'm about one crazy pill away from attacking my sister. I really am. I was writing a little something and have totally lost the end. Thanks to the walking mouth.
PhillyKat at 11:34:00 PM | Currently Listening to: "Black Cow" by Steely Dan. Aja was one of my favorite albums when I was a little girl. I love that damn album. When I got older, I bought my own copy. Now, I have it on cd.
Currently Watching: the news. The weather to be exact. It's only 39 damn degrees F. Can you believe that? Last week we were in the 60s (even hit 70 one day) and now we're back to long johns and hot chocolate. The hell is this shit?
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Cross your fingers for me. JUST DO IT! I'm trying to get these damn comments to show up in the right place on every post. Pity me for I am worthy of it. lol
PhillyKat at 11:29:00 PM |
I bought Rosie, my computer (Yes, it has a name. Didn't I just tell you Rosie? Sheesh!), 3 years ago from Best Buy. For a discount I was supposed to take MSN net service, which I didn't want. My brother, who was with me, said he'd take it if that was possible. They said it would be but it would go into my name first and he'd have to change it and they gave him some papers. No problem right? Wrong.
Instead of changing it, he cancels service because MSN wanted extra money. Not long after I purchased my snazzy putey with the purple faceplate, I noticed MSN started taking $21.95 out of my checking account. I called my bro only to find he cancelled and had no information. That's when I began my exhaustive search looking for MSN customer service. It is my belief that MSN does not have customer service because I have yet to find one phone number or email that is viable. Every site can not be located, even the site they have listed with the bank.
I finally went to my bank and they had me fill out paperwork. The debits stopped, but not for long. They're back and have been for quite some time. Admittedly, I am very lack at looking at my statement. I didn't use to be. I don't know what happened. Today my bank is like oops sorry can't help ya. Apparently MSN decided not to steal from me in February (guess that was for 'black' history month) and March (happy birthday to me). Therefore, the bank can do nothing because 60 days have passed.
I searched for MSN customer service and discovered I am not alone. There's a site for online complaints. I found that many many people have been or are being robbed by MSN. Check it out. There was a class action suit against them back in 1997. This is another class action suit if ever I saw one.
PhillyKat at 6:33:00 PM |
I wanted to come back after Cher's concert went off just to say a few things. A few things. Hee! Alright, first things first, my girl looks GOOD! Yes, we all know Ms.Cher is no stranger to plastic surgery, but she couldn't have had that many. Why do I say that? Because she doesn't look plastic (like Joan Rivers) or hard and masculine (like Janet). She was absolutely beautiful.
The show was kick ass. You know I want it on dvd don't you? I would've gone if I had someone to go with. Manny should live here. I don't like going to concerts alone. (If I did, I would be seeing DMB.) In her first 21 minutes (and this could just be because of her producers) she was already more entertaining than Celine Dion. I'm sorry Sammy and all you Celineophiles, but that shit was hella boring for what it was. I've seen better shows than that in Vegas for free. If you wanna see Cirque du Soleil go to the Mirage and see them.
I think the biggest difference is quite probably experience. Cher said herself that she's been doing "this" for 40 years. I was going to say personality because Cher is funny. She connected well with the live and tv audiences. Plus, girlfriend can work a stage. HELLO! Celine did talk to the audience (girlfriend!), but the connection was lost on me. I guess you ophiles felt something. But not I. And no I'm no Cherophile. I just hope Celine saw Cher and took some notes.
PhillyKat at 2:08:00 AM | I read a blog entry a couple of month ago on EJShea.com that put me in a good mood when I wasn’t in one. It was her, Erin’s, happy list. I decided then that I would make my own list. Of course I didn’t do it. Me follow through immediately? Hello! Do you know me? I re-read Erin’s list again the other day, started to make mine (in my head) and demanded that Shelby make one too. Whether she has or not, I don’t know, but here’s mine.
My Happy List
Fathers and their children.
There’s something great about watching a man with his child. Women with children are great too, but a man showing love to his child is .....man, I dunno. It just is.
Music
I love it. It really doesn't matter the genre. I just like hearing it play. Yes, I do have my preferences, but if I'm desparate enough, I'll listen to reggae and tolerate it! Out of the closet admission: I don’t even mind muzak (elevator music). OofCA2: I even have some midi files on my hard drive. ssssshhhh Tell no one. Let’s keep that one just between us. From corny tv comedy theme songs (I was singing the Welcome Back Kotter theme last week) to techno infused themes of Batman Beyond and Third Watch to the utterly sappy Passions theme to Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma, I love love love it. I’m eclectic and I don’t care who knows it.
A good slice of neapolitan (NY style/thin crust) pizza.
Good looking men
Damn I love a gorgeous man. Just to look at him. If he’s sexy too, that's just icing on an already perfect cake.
Talented People
‘Nuff said. Talent turns me on.
Punk’d
I have no words on how much I love this show. I can count on it to laugh and nowadays, that’s a blessing.
Sorbet
I’m a sorbet freak. I’ve had regular/normal (i.e. lemon), specialty (mango, pineapple, et al) to exotic (jalapeno...I kid you not). I love fruit. Fruit that melts in your mouth? I’m so there.
Cookies
Ooooh mama! (Did you say that like Johnny Bravo?) I'd kill a man over cookies. Don't mess with my man. Don't fuck with my money. And don't touch my muthafuk'n cookies! I will harm you. Seriously, I will break you, beat you, and make a you omelette. Feel me?
Brak
The lobotomized version on Cartoon Network original programming not the evil Brak from the old Space Ghost toons. I hate those toons. But I love me some Brak. I’m going to have to put some Brak songs up for your listening pleasure.
Cartoons
I figure since I’ve mentioned 2, I may as well come out an admit now.....I LOVE TOONS! They’re the best fucking things ever I swear. Bugs, Scooby, super heroes and super villains! Ka Booooooooong! Woooo! Yes, I know. I’m a big kid. And to that I say, SO! You’re not the boss of me! Look...I have a 64 box of crayolas and 3 giant coloring books. Naanni Naanni BoBo. Naaa Naaa Naaaaaaa
Long Drives
I don’t mind drives to nowhere as long as the scenery is attractive. I don’t want to jump in the passenger seat and wind up in the PJs. I’d prefer hitting the road and winding up in the mountains, but if wishes were fishes and all that.
Italian Food
My mom use to call me the black Italian. Man I love Italian food. The men aren’t half bad either.
The Dowling clan
They are Dawn, her parents, bro & sis, and Dawny’s family (Carlton and my beautiful Mya). I love those people. They are good for hugs and smiles. Close knit group of people. I just love that about them. And once you’re in, you’re family. Only people that can get me to go to an island. They’re Bermudans, except for Carlton who is Jamaican. Wonderful clan I swear.
Smarties
My favorite Halloween candy as a child. Oh my lord how I loved those things. I still will hoard them. Just give me a chance. Gawd help the little children with their bags of rolled up sugary delights when I’m near.
People to talk to, laugh with, and listen to
If you’re wondering if you’re one, then you’re probably not. Sorry, but the truth is the light. If you’re thinking yeah she means me, probably I don’t. Now, if you’re sitting there thinking “I think I’m one, but I’m not sure,” then you are.
Well that’s my list for now. I think I will make additions as they come to me.
*****K the above was written after midnight this morning. The above before 10:30pm. I have to edit so my comments don't fuck up. I gotta figure out whats wrong with my code.*********
***Borrowing from an autograph I found a while back in my Dad's middle school autograph book***
Can't think
Too dumb
Inspiration won't come
Can't write*
Air's thin*
Best Wishes
Amen
*couldn't remember those 2 lines so i added.
i'm sleepy as hell. adios
PhillyKat at 12:45:00 AM | disclaimer edit: Below is a bitchfest. It's not well thought out. It's not thought out at all quite frankly. I'm just in a mood and not at my happiest. So be forwarned. I don't even think there's a chuckle in it.
I'm starting to despise rich people. Truly I am. It use to be the pseudo-rich (my word for upper middle class who live far out of their means) and the nouveau riche I despised. They're the one's with the attitudes, little taste (everything designer even if it's hideous), and quite probably no tact. I use to look at them and, considering my umpteen years in customer service, listen to them bitch and moan, the preferred pseudo/nouveau form of bragging. 'Oh poor poor me. What to do? What to do? Is it Laura Ashley pastel? Or Laura Ashley apple orchard?' Laura Ashley makes me wanna puke.
Old money goes either way. They're either uber-sweet because they feel guilty that their family made money in the early 1900s (or before) by stealing the ideas of and walking on the souls of others. At any rate, they're usually good peeps. Nice to work for and with. Then there's the fuck you. You don't exist. I can buy you a thousand times over. You only exist to pleasure me type. I could stab them in the eyes with a hot partially melted spork. Luckily, I've never had to deal with that type. I know those who have. Tears have often been the outcome. Not because of hurt feelings, but because of all the tongue holding and lip biting. Everyone knew my mouth and temperment does not equal good service to assholes. They would have had an ear full and I would've had my walking papers. It's best to keep me away from them.
What was my point?
Oh yes, why I'm starting to despise rich people, especially celebrities. They have money to buy anything they want and yet, they get crap for free. Justin Timberlake has a Nike obsession. They send him sneakers. On Punk'd Ashton Kutcher has managed to 'get' 2 low grade (hee) celebs just by dangling the free card. Top designers give them clothes to wear to big ocassions. (The only way I can get free comes with possible jail time.) So what if they can't keep them. A celebrity can never be seen wearing the same thing more than once anyway. Why is that? Who the hell cares if Julia Roberts wears the same dress twice? The world will not reverse it's orbit.
The world may not be able to pull into reverse, but "The World" sure as shit can. The World, not planet Earth, is a luxury liner like none other. The World folks is primarily an apartment building. A condo community on water if you will. That's right. You tired of seeing the same view out your window? Get a studio or 1-3 bedroom apartment (you can also rent if you're vacationing). Accomodations are luxurious to say the least. I love travel. I wouldn't mind cruising the world. The only way I could do that would be to put on a uniform.
Truth time. I'm not hatin' them for the freebies or for what they can buy. I'm jealous as hell. I just really wanna know why Jim Carrey makes more money than Jim Riley, a high school teacher of mine? What has he done to warrant more than the cops patrolling the streets, the fire people that go into blazing buildings, or the marine out there on the front line? He's a fucking actor. I feel that about the CEO that made multi-millions by laying off a few thousand people.
Yes. Yes, I know this has been a wandering bitch fest. I'm just flat broke for the first time ever and I don't like it. So, I'm lashing out at those with an overabundance. Unable to find a job because I'm either under qualified (translation: This position was filled before we posted it. The only reason we did it is because of those blasted eoe people.) or over qualified (translation: I don't want you in here because you'll go after my job. If they only knew.). I'd rather do this than wallow is self-pity. That just ain't me...not right now. If I have to go back to retail, I'll be a wallowing bitch. Just you wait.
Oh yeah, I'm getting a fucking period zit! And it's fittin' to be a biggun. Now ain't that just dandy?
PhillyKat at 11:52:00 PM |
Heck I loved everything about MRN except Mr. Rogers himself. Him and that chick. She irked. Everytime I tell someone I never liked Mr. R. they give me the 'crazy lady short yellow bus rider' look. You know the one. It's a mix of pity and immediate hatred combined with the 'something smells rank' look. Well, guess what? I don't care. I'm coming out of the closet. *Standing up. Saying it loudly and proudly* Hi, my name is Kat and I never liked Mr. Roger's. There it's done.
I blame Fred (you don't know...it just took all I had not to call him Drop Dead Fred...horrible I know but I think you guys have come to know me well enough) for my dislike of feet. As a baby I loved feet. Somewhere in those toddling years it became my unflinching belief that all feet, but mine, stink. I grew out of that, but don't ask me to touch feet. I'll have a panic attack and probably pass out. Did he always have to change his shoes? Why the hell did he always have to put on those damn sneaks? Why, Lord? Why?
I also blame him for my utter belief that some people just stink. Not that they're unclean, but that they just stink. There are actors I call Stinky1 and Stinky2. I see them on tv and I know they stink. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Sometimes I just look at someone and think "Ooou that person's breath stinks." Now, how in the hell would I know? I can't. I know that. I know it makes no sense... to you. But it does to me. I've met people and held my breath. I just nod a lot, smile a toothy smile, and slowly let air seep through. When my air supply is almost exhausted, I make my excuse to get away before a stank breath can pollute air. This is all because that man couldn't keep on the same pair of shoes. Because he couldn't just have slippers at the door. Because we had to see his socked feet twice an episode, every episode!
Yes. Yes. I have issues. Who doesn't? You know I fully admit I'm issue laddened. But these issues....these issues are directly connected to Mr. Roger's and his bloody neighborhood.
edit: What about Gordon and Mr. Hooper from Sesame Street? Their respective passings went virtually unnoticed, especially Gordons, except to say 'hey Hooper died. It's a good time to teach kids about death.' blah blah blah It's always about the kids. What about all of us who dreamt about meeting him in his store as children? What about us? At least Mr. Hooper was mourned. They just recast Gordon. What was the thought behind that? 'They all look alike anyway. One bald black guy for another. No one will notice.' Well I noticed Mr. PBS. I noticed and I'm not happy.
Let's bow our heads and have a moment of silence for all our beloved childhood tv friends that have passed form.
*Silencio*
PhillyKat at 12:45:00 AM | Blogger and I apparently aren't on speaking terms. I posted one line (currently typing over it) just ot see if the template would update tonight. Been trying for over 24 hours at the least and boom. Music is back and new comments. I'm not too crazy about them only because I've lost all my snazzy previous comments which sucks much monkey booty. At least Shelby is happy though. LOL
I've been having some weirdo computer problems. I ran Norton diagnostic and doctor and fixed all the problems that could be fixed. I'm hoping that will buy me some time. My putey is booty. I need some major dough. I need work. I just want to do something I like. Is that so wrong? I've never had a job I've really liked. I've been good at all of them, but I didn't love 'em.
I'm babbling aren't I? Ah so what. Let me babble. Matter of fact...baaaabble baaabble baaaaaaabble, baaable baaable baaaaaaaable. Alright I have officially crossed to the otherside of midnight and it's barely after 11pm. Oh, bother. I will most probably be back for I am bored. I need to go figure out why I can't get this new template done. Oh, yeah I can't get all the files unzipped. That was quick. Now, if a little brown girl from Chicaggy were to get into one of her bored moods and do it for me since all the files unzip for her, I wouldn't be mad. Then, I can make another navi button (copying off Shelby) that shows the appearance of previous (current) site(s). "Wouldn't that be loverly?" Did you just sing that? You've been watching My Fair Lady. Ha Ha. Me? Nope, I've never seen it. I've seen enough clips that I feel like I have.
Gonna go now. Just remember I am 32 flavors and then some.
Peace
PhillyKat at 10:40:00 PM | Alright I realize that I have not posted much of anything since the beginning of April. Sorry. My mind is all over but it's still nothing. I have nothing going on. Nothing to say. Nothing to voice. I've been in the house all damn week. The weather here went from 70 degrees F to 37 in 1 day.
We're having cases of SARS popping up throughout the city. A friggin doctor spreading it to her patients...supposedly. If y'all don't know, know now that I'm a sort of conspiracy theorist. I barely believe anything the media says and I don't believe in coincidences and happenstance. Yeah, I seriously believe a doctor who spends some of her/his time in clinics in low income areas has spread SARS to some of her poor patients, but none to the patients in her practice. C'mon! "They're" not even trying to make everyone believe "their" bullshit anymore. Hmm I wonder if all the patients that got SARS had needles? You know the pre-packaged "sterlized" needles they use now, instead of the ones they sterlize themselves? The one's that can't possibly have lord knows how many germs, bacteria, diseases on them before they were hemetically sealed in plastic? We all know there can't be any germs on plastic or in machinery? Just ask Tyson Foods.
Sorry about the mini-get the fuck real and out my face bitchfest above. I just hate being treated like a fool or like my common sense is non-existent. Guess I had something to voice afterall.
PhillyKat at 11:42:00 PM |
PhillyKat at 2:36:00 PM |
GET YOUR ASS SOME COMMENTS!
PhillyKat at 1:58:00 PM | i8 this comment thing is making me nauseous. My comments fell off as u guys know. I've entered and re-entered the damn code lord knows how many times.
I asked Brian what he did because his squawk comments went ghost too. I had a feeling he'd say it and he did. What did he say? Nothing. He did nothing!
I'm checking out other comments as you read.
PhillyKat at 11:54:00 PM |
Today, I discovered that I am Justin Timberlake's arms. I took a test, which JTim body part are you. You are Justin's arms, strong and toned ... you are a dependable and faithful friend. Well, I dunno 'bout toned lessin' they mean my mind, but the other bit is right. Wanna see which one you are? Go here.
I also read about the dumbest accidental suicide ever. Not even gonna link you, gonna cp ....u must read this. Enjoy!
Hot Vixen Nuns.... ZZZZZTTTT!
Pervy pensioner goes out in style
Manfred Lubitz was a German pensioner who moved to a Spanish holiday resort in search of a more exciting life. Unfortunately his search for thrills lead to him electrocuting himself last week with a home-made sex toy.
Manfred wired himself up to a gadget which had a vibrating mat, massage pads and electrodes attached to his genitals, and then settled back to watch porn movies while receiving an electric jazzing.
His body was found by the local police. "There seems to have been a power surge while he was watching a film called Hot Vixen Nuns," they said. "The flat was damp."
Prior to his death, Lubitz boasted to friends that his Orgasmatron, named after a sex machine in the Woody Allen film Sleeper, "was better than a woman, and a lot cheaper".
roflmfao....and with that I bid you a fond adieu.
PhillyKat at 11:32:00 PM | It's official. I am jinx'd. Sour Bob got the perverbial axe. Yes my hex as extended to bloggers. Anyone want me to frequent their blogs so they can get laid off. Damn, I may be the reason why Shelby can't find one. Oh, employment, you elusive mistress of indentured servitude, why hath thou forsaken me and mine?
PhillyKat at 9:49:00 PM |
I can not get my comments back. I do not know why. I just know I am bested.
PhillyKat at 5:38:00 PM | Something funny my way came:
Telemarketer called. I said not interested, thanx, bye, and hung up. Dude calls right back. I hand the phone to Mouf.
She answers sultrily, "I'm wearing nothing. What are you wearing?" I immediately buuahahahahaaaaa'd loudly. She started laughing. Dude was flabbergasted. He says, "Well, I'm wearing pants, a blue shirt, and my hair is spiked. Are you really wearing nothing?" Poor thing forgot his spiel. ROFLMAO
PhillyKat at 9:35:00 PM |
Currently Watching: "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" (shut up!) Y'all know I have a weakness for all things supernatural, especially vamps. Plus, I think the actor that plays Spike is sexy. Can't remember his name right now, cuz it's obvious he's bucket nekkid in this scene laying in bed and my mind went woozy. It'lll come to me.
One of the worst things to happen to music this year: Madonna. I'm sorry, but she's...well you know what I'm not going through this again. I put something on C&S, and I don't feel like rehashing. So if you wanna read it go here. I hope the link works for non-members.
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Kinda ticked off at my blogger for giving me headaches. Don't ask me where my comments went cuz I dunno. Well I got nada to say, except sashay Chante!
Gawd, I am truly bored. Yes I could be writing, but I feel uninspired. Hey I said someting. I had one thing to say other than sashay Chante!
PhillyKat at 8:31:00 PM |
I've totally forgotten what comes on after "Inu Yasha." I know that "Reign: The Conqueror" is last. If you were a fan of "Aeon Flux" on MTV, you'll probably like "Reign" because it's created by the same guy.
I'm supposed to be heading off to NYC tomorrow. We'll see how that works. It seems as if everytime I have plans to hit the apple something happens. I wanna hit Brooklyn and the Village. Welp, betta get to bed before I sleep right here on my desk.
PhillyKat at 11:50:00 PM | I went to the pool today, but I didn't stay in long because the water was freezing. I did 100 jumping jacks with weights and 4 laps. That was it. That is all I did all day, but for some reason I am sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to get off my ass and do something daily so just a little bit of exercise doesn't turn me all narcaleptie (welcome to the Joss Wedon (scribe of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and Angel) school of speech.
My mind is wandering like a brother in the desert. I can barely keep my mind on finishing this sentence so I'm gonna peace out. Just go read Sammy and laugh if you haven't already.
PhillyKat at 11:01:00 PM |
Go read Sammy's blog (entry 4/27)
PhillyKat at 3:46:00 PM | Currently Listening to: "Freeek" by George Michael. I'll be your sexual freak of the week. I'll your inspirational brother (sister). Yo' woman can't you see. I'll be your sexual freak of the week. Your educational lover. Your one fuck(?) fantasy. I really like this song. (SHUT UP!) Y'all know I'm lonely. :-)~
Today was about 80 degrees. Gorgeous again. It took me a bit to get motivated, but I eventually left the house. I only went to my sister's but that was good. I twisted my ankle somehow. I don't know how or even when, but I won't be taking long walks for a bit.
random thought: "Your Body Is a Wonderland" by John Mayer just shuffled on (very odd choice after Freeek, but it actually works). I still don't know why I don't like this guy more. I didn't know what song this was until I heard the chorus and didn't feel annoyed. He must be growing on me.
Somehow my blog uncentered itself. I have no idea how or why. I just know I can not put it back to the way it was. If it's not one thing it's another. I'm very sleepy so I'm outtie.
Peace
Oh I was up until after 4am this morning. I put up a new link called A Wandering Mind on my main page Enigma's Conundrum. I plan on posting some things I've written including whatever I place on the main page. Right now there's "Sanity," "Spoonin' For One," and a new piece called "Plight of the Too Girl." Everything is copyrighted. If you want to use a line or two, please credit me. Do not copy paste anything in it's entirety without my express permission. Thank you.
PhillyKat at 11:46:00 PM | I just finished reading my blog entries from February and March. If one reads those, one could only come to a singular conclusion. I am off my nut. Apparently, the pod people caught up to me in March. There must've been a struggle. My doppleganger must not have been quite right, because I still have been able to maintain most of my sanity, but I'm having those days. It is also quite possible that being around lunatics for as long as I have been is having an adverse affect upon my fragile little mind.
Well no mas! No more lunacy. Wackiness yes. Straight up crazy no. Silliness yes. Insanity no! That is my pledge to you. Oh let me not make it a pledge. How 'bout my resolution? I never keep those anyway. rofl Oh who am I kidding. I'm a sick pup. I know it. Though, for the most part, it seems as if I spent the entire first half of March pissed off and the last half talking about the guy with the suckable bottom lip that shivers me timbers. Gonna try and stop doing that. SERENITY NOW!
Haven't done this in a bit:
Currently Listening to: "Red Lights" by Curiosity Killed the Cat. It shuffled on and immediately put me in a mellow, chill type of mood. Great song to dl, especially if you've never heard a CKTC song. The touch of your hand gives me the command to come in and dedicate myself to loving you...I ain't gonna leave this one to fate. No red lights could ever make me wait.
Random Thought: I'm going to have to go get a driver's license. Something I truly do not want, but if I wanna move west, something that is a necessity. UGH!
PhillyKat at 5:11:00 PM | It's David Alan Grier's fault.
I have Simply Red singing "If You Don't Know Me By Now" wafting through my head. I use to have some SR on my hd, but not any longer. Then, I started thinking about all the people around me who think they know me, but they don't. Not one iota. Not one milligram. Not a vile. Not a nickle bag. Not at all. I venture to say that you (yes you my dear reader) know more about me than people who are really in my life. I've discussed this before so I won't go into it again.
My life experiences are way below normal for my age group. I'm becoming more and more of a recluse. Separtism party of one. Hello, here I am. Why go out? I'm broke and yet I desire shoes. I repel men, unless they look like Spike (the Gremlin not the vampire) and have his vocabulary and personality. I attract lesbians, wouldn't irk if most those bias knew how to take the word 'NO" and move on, but they're worst than men. I have non-bouncin' and non-behavin' hair. It's turned into straw. Hmmmm I wonder if that chick that Rumplestilskin (spelled wrong and I don't care) used to make spin gold out of straw can hook a sistah up.
My breast are heavier than a 3 month old baby. No really, I think they are. I just lifted the shelf to get some pressure of my chest and back. Guys, if she's a C or above, I don't care if she admits it or not, she lifts those things. She has thought at least one of the following: "Ahhh much better. I wonder if this is how flat chested women feel. Damn, that pain in my back is my breast. I wonder how much it would cost to get these things reduced?" Don't worry. Unless I've completely lost my mind I will never go through a breast reduction. I AM never going to let somebody take my nipples off, suck out some fat (and whatever the hell else), and then sew them back on. I mean what the fuck! Ole doctor stitchatitty would have to show me examples of his sewing skills. I don't want a base thread put up in there. I can just imagine going out in my sporty new bra (to match my sporty bracelet...inside joke sorry) and all of a sudden my nipple falls off. That would be some f'd up ish yo.
I'm going to start dating young guys. I mean young like..I dunno..17. They'll do whatever I want. JOKING! I don't want to pay for someone elses college. Who am I kidding? I still have an outstanding student loan. So, I guess, I haven't paid for college yet. Anyway, I'll go for 24. Twenty-four is a good age. Unless of course there's an intelligent, creative, sexy 22/23 year old on the horizon. Mama might not walk straight for awhile, but she'd be happy.
Question: What's the big difference in the testicular/dicktal area between say a 22 year old and a 42 year old? Do balls sag? I mean they already hanging there looking like extra material that the Creator didn't know what to do with or, if you prefer, Jimmy Durante. OMG! Do they shrink? Awww that would be some messed up ish! Boyfriend like 8" at 25 walking through the locker room letting it swang with confidence and pride. Fast forward 40 years. Buddy boy taking his underwear into the shower with him because he's shrunk to 5.5 inches. That's got to be a blow to self-esteem I would think. Pesonally, if I woke up a cup size smaller, I'd rejoice, but that's just me.
Yeah so where was I? Oh, so David Alan Grier's comedy special was on. I caught the last half hour or so. He was funny. He talked about wanting an experienced woman with crusty feet (ew!). He also talked about how he took a perfectly good whore and ruined her with marriage. Dave's now divorced and dating younger women with perky breasts. That's why I lifted mine. They've never been what you would call perky. He also yelled out, "You don't know me!" That's why Simply Red.
See I told you it was David Alan Grier's fault.
PhillyKat at 11:55:00 PM |
Friday 5:
1. What was the last TV show you watched? Will & Grace (repeat)
2. What was the last thing you complained about and what was the problem? go to my blog and read it to find out
3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say? Smitty, old man around the corner. I called his pants snazzy.
4. What was the last thing you threw away? take out container from the market.
5. What was the last website (besides this one) that you visited? trin's diary
ans in comments if you'd like
PhillyKat at 1:43:00 AM | Today was beautiful, bright and sunny. I walked to the market (took about 40-45 minutes). I spent 3x more than what I had planned. I also bought more. I missed the bus(es) back home so I started walking back with 2 bags of groceries...veggies mostly and some prepared items. I was hungry.
It wasn't that bad at first.......at first. THERE'S A HILL! Philadelphia is in a valley. There are hills all over the place. Heck, when your at the bottom of some of them they look like steep mountains. There's a section called Roxborough that has some streets I hate driving up and down. And don't trip. Your ass will roll and slide to the bottom and into traffic. But I don't live in Roxborough so I digress. I opted to stay on the bus route, not the flatest of streets to go up, but less steep than mine. I made it almost up the hill when I heard a bus coming. Did I take the bus or did I continue walking? If you said I continued walking, you would be Out OF YOUR RABID ASS MIND! I happily paid and put my ass up on that bus. Ahhhhh just when you hate public transportation, it pulls through for you.
Yesterday, Shelby told me about a radio interview that Justin Timberlake did on a local radio station in her area with an asshole dj. I was rolling after she told me JT called dude a bitch and then asked "Can I call you 'b' for short?" I laughed so hard my head nearly hit the keyboard. Today, after searching for an hour, I found and downloaded it. I'd put it up for anyone who needs to giggle to download, but alas, my site does not support downloading and it's too big for other spaces I use. So, I'm doing the next best thing, linking you to the site where I found the file. Justin finally got tired of dj's asking who he's fucked and it's about time. So, go to Solo and download it. Right now, it's the first thing up.
PhillyKat at 11:52:00 PM |
I meant to post earlier today, but I kept getting distracted. I was writing something in my brain, but it failed to manifest. I searched the recesses of my mind for a nice quote from Neitschze's (yes, I know it's probably spelled wrong, but cut me a break today alright?) Human, All Too Human. But it seems that memory node is really out for recess. Then, I attempted to find a cute quip of Robert Fulghum's All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, but it too failed to come. Quite honestly, the only quote I could come up with is one from Zsa Zsa Gabor. Yes, you read that right. No, need to go back or double take, I said Zsa Zsa Gabor. So without further adieu, here's today's quote: A man is only good in two positions: on his back or on his knees. Only then can he keep you truly satisfied.
So, is Zsa Zsa right? Why or why not?
[edit: I just retyped this because like the fool that I am, I clicked that back arrow symbol for undo not realizing the entire entry would go ghost. Now why would I think that's undo? How would I make such an idiotic mistake? Oh yeah, in case you're wondering, that's sarcasm you smell.]
PhillyKat at 12:12:00 AM | I've had enough. I've had more than enough. I finally yelled, "Shut the fuck up," to my sister, mouf. I've not been in the best of moods today for one. But that's not it. I have just had enough. I have had enough of the constant, non-stop, ongoing, never ending, incessant talking, bullshiting, and lying. I can't take it any longer. The first third of your life is quite long enough don't you agree? Yes? Good. Let's move on.
Has anyone ever fantasized about the death of a family member? I have. My mother's body is in a grave all by itself. Get a burlap sack (how big do they come?) and throw the bitch in I say. Is that wrong? Really now? Guess what? I don't care. I've never been so glad that I never went and got that gun. If I had, you would not be reading this right now. I'd be in central booking. Wait. What am I saying? I'd be in a bed in the local looney bin with an i.v. dripping sedatives into my body so I'd stop giggling and saying "I bet she's shut up now!" I do, however, collect knives, but I like them too much to bloody them up. Truly. No joke. Plus, there are aplenty in the kitchen anyway. Not to mention scissors. All too too messy. I knew a guy who's ex was a crazy FBI agent. That bia followed him and threatened to kill us (his female friends). She scared him silly and he went back to her. Why? Because she knew everywhere he had been all that week including all our names and addresses. Anyway, I wish I was still in contact with him, cuz I'd be like "Is ole girl still crazy?"
Oh calm down. Of course if I'm posting this I'd never do it. I may think about it several several times a day (lol...sike I don't), but I would never kill someone. I'm too peacey. Too do unto other blah blah. For several years, childhood actually, it has been my belief that I deserved to be treated poorly. As I grew older I believed that I must have been truly horrible in a past life because I've never done anything to anyone in this lifetime to warrant the treatment and abuse I have endured in this one. I've been everyones victim for decades now. No longer.
I realize why people with issues are drawn to me. I realize I'm acutally a survivor and I didn't know it. I survived my mom, queen of all mind games and propreitor of petty; my dad the emotionally abusive alcoholic, 2 emotionally abusive lying siblings (I have 5. One of the 2 has grown..a little..good for him); date rape and attempted rape (no I'm not gay..there goes that theory); sexual harrassment at almost evey job I've ever had; backstabbing and backbiting by family, fairweather friends, co-workers, AND..get this..educators. I have been through it.
The only person abusing me now is me...scratch that...was me. I've paid all I'm going to willingly pay of my karmic bill. This well is dry. The bank is belly up. If you thought I was too the point, no nonsense before, you ain't seen nuthin' yet. You get your little feelings hurt, too damn bad. Anyone coming up for collection is going to be in for a rude awakening. Because all they will hear is "Fuck you! I'm done. NEXT!"
PhillyKat at 11:26:00 PM |
Alright, I was just told something that had the potential to lead to interesting conversations, but is unfortunately moderated stupidly on a celebrity forum. Apparently, once every few days, the mods on this site pick someone and everyone else can ask them a question. If the question's are good, it could be the cause of a few good convos. However, no one is allowed to comment or give their opinions. How stupid is that?
Let's go further into the stupidity. Apparently, today's star of the questionaire was asked if they knew the difference between people and persons. The person who asked decided to give their definition: the difference, i find, between people and persons is that people are conformists and need other people around them constantly to feel secure. persons are individuals who rely on themselves for security and have a lot of substance in their lives. My immediate comment: What a load of drivel! Get a dictionary.
Now just in case someone out there thinks that bull puckey makes sense, is minus a dictionary, and is too lazy to go to Merriam Webster, I shall define using Black's Law Dictionary. (By the by, if you do not have a good law dictionary, you should. I have 3.) Anyway, people is defined as a nation in its collective and political capacity; the aggregate or mass of the individurals who constitutes the state. A person is a human being (i.e. natural person), though by statute may include labor orgs, partnerships, associations, corporations, etc.
Does that clear it for you? If you think that little conformist definition made sense, my guess is probably not.
PhillyKat at 12:02:00 AM | As Uncle would say, "One mooore thing....."
People startin' to steal my ish. It's supposed to be flattering, but, uh, it's not. Alright, sometimes it is, but for the most part....nnnnnooooooooooooo. It's alright if it's time to time. It's equally alright if you credit me. It's great if it's funny. But don't steal my shit, run with it, and pound it into the ground man. That just irks my soul.
OR
It could be that I'm in a bad mood cuz people are irkin' me. Naaaaaaah that's not it.
PhillyKat at 9:18:00 PM |
Alright, let me explain why you should say fuhgedditabutit when it comes to downloading a trial firewall. First, Sygate sucks. Let's move on. ZoneAlarm stays with you like bad Mexican food. Even after you uninstall it. Even after the trial ends. Somewhere out there over the rainbow, ZA is still working for your protection. Out there stopping you from logging onto some sites. You think its the site. Out there causing iex to have issues until it just won't bring up a page. You think, gatdamn bootleg explorer. You try to download again. It won't. You try your "in case iex fucks up" browser. It has issues. Pages saying you're not connected to the net when obviously you are. It's a colossal nightmare.
The only thing I could do was use my recovery disk and go back to my factory settings. First, I had to move all my files off. Since my burner went kablooey, that took the better part of a week. I definitely lost some things, but oh well.
I'm sure I lost some readers, heck I think I only had like 10. But it's good to be back anyway. See ya.
PhillyKat at 9:10:00 PM |
AWWWWW HEYYYYYYLLLLLLLL YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
THE BITCH THE BITCH.....The bitch is baaaack. One of my favorite Elton songs.
I'll be back later to post something just take it from me, DO NOT...DO NOT...DO NOT download any trials of firewalls, especially if you have a Compaq. JUST DON'T DO IT!! Just spend the dough or borrow Symantec (Norton) or McAfee.
PhillyKat at 6:01:00 PM | Man, I hate blogger sometimes. I couldn't post earlier.
Anyway, I got everything done satisfactorily, not totally to my liking but well enough. So, if you come here straight to blog hit the link 'Back to Spoonin'. And check out my cute little kitty and read my essay. I'm going to try and post a new one each month or as they come to me. You know I think up simple things being that I'm simple minded, lol. I just need to commit to actually writing them down.
My first deadline came and went. I made a little progress in research I needed to make the story I'm working on plausible, but not enough. 10 days was not enough time. I need my 2nd deadline. I'll give it to myself. Maybe the 11th of May.
PhillyKat at 4:31:00 PM | Oh man today was beautiful. It was in the high 60s/low 70s. Great driving weather. Great weather to look cute....and of course I did. Hee...didn't meet anyone. Why do men just stare at me? They always have. No matter my size. No matter my age. They just look. Like they're window shopping on Rodeo Drive. I used Rodeo because that's the only time I walked down a street full of retail stores and didn't darken 1 doorstep. I mean not one. I had no intention on crying.
Looks like I will most definitely be going to Florida this summer. Even if I don't get tickets for *Nsync's Charity for the Children, I'll probably go see my cousin. He no longer manages a hotel *sad face*, but he has a house and he's all by himself. I'll probably call him tomorrow. If my travel companions are still going, I'm hopin he has a hook up. The celeb bball game is in Ft. Lauderdale. The day before is something else (not sure what) in Miami. Cuz lives in West Palm about an hour or so from Miami and 20 minutes from Ft. Lauderdale (or so I've been told).
I've been wanting to see a celeb bball game since MTV use to do Rock n' Jocks games hosted by Dan Cortez. I use to love me some Dan Cortez. Wonda whatever happened to him. Seems like Bill Bellamy is the only ex-VJ to have any type of career in front of the camera after leaving MTV. I guess that's because he had some talent and a career before heading to MTV. I wish he'd kept doing stand-up. Ah well...heck...I wish Chris Tucker still did stand up, too.
Alright, I'm doing one of Shelby's things and jumping from topic to topic so I'll end it here.
Peace.
Ohhhh, I never quite got the PopWin thing to work. I'm missing something but I dunno what. So, hopefully, you're reading this with the new layout. *cross fingers*
PhillyKat at 11:59:00 PM |
Alright it's almost 4am. I've been working on a new layout all day. Actually, I started yesterday. I had the new site up and running, problem netfirms (my host) sucks mucho bootay. The layout I wanted to use had 3 frames and gatdamn netfirms put a banner ad in each frame. So, of course I had to find something else. And of course everything messed up.
The layout I'm working with now is the 5th one I've tried. So far so good. Problem is with all the going back and forth (and cleaning out of the recycle bin) I've lost some code. Specifically, the code to control the size of my link windows. I think it's called WinPop or PopWin or something. I went to 2 sites that have code for downloading but I didn't either see what I was looking for or understand how to customize it. I asked Shelby, but she said she didn't know; she so does considering she did the first layout including the winpop code. I dunno if it's because it was after midnight (the brain shut down) or if she just had a bee up her ass about someone or something, BUT I could use a li'l bit of help. So, if you understand that crap or know where I can go to cp the code, email me please. Don't comment because I can't see those right now. Thanks.
PhillyKat at 4:10:00 AM | Lord Almighty, please, make her shut up! I'm about one crazy pill away from attacking my sister. I really am. I was writing a little something and have totally lost the end. Thanks to the walking mouth.
PhillyKat at 11:34:00 PM | Currently Listening to: "Black Cow" by Steely Dan. Aja was one of my favorite albums when I was a little girl. I love that damn album. When I got older, I bought my own copy. Now, I have it on cd.
Currently Watching: the news. The weather to be exact. It's only 39 damn degrees F. Can you believe that? Last week we were in the 60s (even hit 70 one day) and now we're back to long johns and hot chocolate. The hell is this shit?
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Cross your fingers for me. JUST DO IT! I'm trying to get these damn comments to show up in the right place on every post. Pity me for I am worthy of it. lol
PhillyKat at 11:29:00 PM |
Down With MSN! Down With MSN! C'mon don't make me chant by myself. Down With MSN!
I bought Rosie, my computer (Yes, it has a name. Didn't I just tell you Rosie? Sheesh!), 3 years ago from Best Buy. For a discount I was supposed to take MSN net service, which I didn't want. My brother, who was with me, said he'd take it if that was possible. They said it would be but it would go into my name first and he'd have to change it and they gave him some papers. No problem right? Wrong.
Instead of changing it, he cancels service because MSN wanted extra money. Not long after I purchased my snazzy putey with the purple faceplate, I noticed MSN started taking $21.95 out of my checking account. I called my bro only to find he cancelled and had no information. That's when I began my exhaustive search looking for MSN customer service. It is my belief that MSN does not have customer service because I have yet to find one phone number or email that is viable. Every site can not be located, even the site they have listed with the bank.
I finally went to my bank and they had me fill out paperwork. The debits stopped, but not for long. They're back and have been for quite some time. Admittedly, I am very lack at looking at my statement. I didn't use to be. I don't know what happened. Today my bank is like oops sorry can't help ya. Apparently MSN decided not to steal from me in February (guess that was for 'black' history month) and March (happy birthday to me). Therefore, the bank can do nothing because 60 days have passed.
I searched for MSN customer service and discovered I am not alone. There's a site for online complaints. I found that many many people have been or are being robbed by MSN. Check it out. There was a class action suit against them back in 1997. This is another class action suit if ever I saw one.
PhillyKat at 6:33:00 PM |
I'm trying to wait to make sure this template updates so my comments show up at the end of all my posts and not at the beginning of some. Then I can stop editing. It's becoming irksome.
I wanted to come back after Cher's concert went off just to say a few things. A few things. Hee! Alright, first things first, my girl looks GOOD! Yes, we all know Ms.Cher is no stranger to plastic surgery, but she couldn't have had that many. Why do I say that? Because she doesn't look plastic (like Joan Rivers) or hard and masculine (like Janet). She was absolutely beautiful.
The show was kick ass. You know I want it on dvd don't you? I would've gone if I had someone to go with. Manny should live here. I don't like going to concerts alone. (If I did, I would be seeing DMB.) In her first 21 minutes (and this could just be because of her producers) she was already more entertaining than Celine Dion. I'm sorry Sammy and all you Celineophiles, but that shit was hella boring for what it was. I've seen better shows than that in Vegas for free. If you wanna see Cirque du Soleil go to the Mirage and see them.
I think the biggest difference is quite probably experience. Cher said herself that she's been doing "this" for 40 years. I was going to say personality because Cher is funny. She connected well with the live and tv audiences. Plus, girlfriend can work a stage. HELLO! Celine did talk to the audience (girlfriend!), but the connection was lost on me. I guess you ophiles felt something. But not I. And no I'm no Cherophile. I just hope Celine saw Cher and took some notes.
PhillyKat at 2:08:00 AM | I read a blog entry a couple of month ago on EJShea.com that put me in a good mood when I wasn’t in one. It was her, Erin’s, happy list. I decided then that I would make my own list. Of course I didn’t do it. Me follow through immediately? Hello! Do you know me? I re-read Erin’s list again the other day, started to make mine (in my head) and demanded that Shelby make one too. Whether she has or not, I don’t know, but here’s mine.
My Happy List
Fathers and their children.
There’s something great about watching a man with his child. Women with children are great too, but a man showing love to his child is .....man, I dunno. It just is.
Music
I love it. It really doesn't matter the genre. I just like hearing it play. Yes, I do have my preferences, but if I'm desparate enough, I'll listen to reggae and tolerate it! Out of the closet admission: I don’t even mind muzak (elevator music). OofCA2: I even have some midi files on my hard drive. ssssshhhh Tell no one. Let’s keep that one just between us. From corny tv comedy theme songs (I was singing the Welcome Back Kotter theme last week) to techno infused themes of Batman Beyond and Third Watch to the utterly sappy Passions theme to Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma, I love love love it. I’m eclectic and I don’t care who knows it.
A good slice of neapolitan (NY style/thin crust) pizza.
Good looking men
Damn I love a gorgeous man. Just to look at him. If he’s sexy too, that's just icing on an already perfect cake.
Talented People
‘Nuff said. Talent turns me on.
Punk’d
I have no words on how much I love this show. I can count on it to laugh and nowadays, that’s a blessing.
Sorbet
I’m a sorbet freak. I’ve had regular/normal (i.e. lemon), specialty (mango, pineapple, et al) to exotic (jalapeno...I kid you not). I love fruit. Fruit that melts in your mouth? I’m so there.
Cookies
Ooooh mama! (Did you say that like Johnny Bravo?) I'd kill a man over cookies. Don't mess with my man. Don't fuck with my money. And don't touch my muthafuk'n cookies! I will harm you. Seriously, I will break you, beat you, and make a you omelette. Feel me?
Brak
The lobotomized version on Cartoon Network original programming not the evil Brak from the old Space Ghost toons. I hate those toons. But I love me some Brak. I’m going to have to put some Brak songs up for your listening pleasure.
Cartoons
I figure since I’ve mentioned 2, I may as well come out an admit now.....I LOVE TOONS! They’re the best fucking things ever I swear. Bugs, Scooby, super heroes and super villains! Ka Booooooooong! Woooo! Yes, I know. I’m a big kid. And to that I say, SO! You’re not the boss of me! Look...I have a 64 box of crayolas and 3 giant coloring books. Naanni Naanni BoBo. Naaa Naaa Naaaaaaa
Long Drives
I don’t mind drives to nowhere as long as the scenery is attractive. I don’t want to jump in the passenger seat and wind up in the PJs. I’d prefer hitting the road and winding up in the mountains, but if wishes were fishes and all that.
Italian Food
My mom use to call me the black Italian. Man I love Italian food. The men aren’t half bad either.
The Dowling clan
They are Dawn, her parents, bro & sis, and Dawny’s family (Carlton and my beautiful Mya). I love those people. They are good for hugs and smiles. Close knit group of people. I just love that about them. And once you’re in, you’re family. Only people that can get me to go to an island. They’re Bermudans, except for Carlton who is Jamaican. Wonderful clan I swear.
Smarties
My favorite Halloween candy as a child. Oh my lord how I loved those things. I still will hoard them. Just give me a chance. Gawd help the little children with their bags of rolled up sugary delights when I’m near.
People to talk to, laugh with, and listen to
If you’re wondering if you’re one, then you’re probably not. Sorry, but the truth is the light. If you’re thinking yeah she means me, probably I don’t. Now, if you’re sitting there thinking “I think I’m one, but I’m not sure,” then you are.
Well that’s my list for now. I think I will make additions as they come to me.
*****K the above was written after midnight this morning. The above before 10:30pm. I have to edit so my comments don't fuck up. I gotta figure out whats wrong with my code.*********
***Borrowing from an autograph I found a while back in my Dad's middle school autograph book***
Too dumb
Inspiration won't come
Can't write*
Air's thin*
Best Wishes
Amen
*couldn't remember those 2 lines so i added.
i'm sleepy as hell. adios
PhillyKat at 12:45:00 AM | disclaimer edit: Below is a bitchfest. It's not well thought out. It's not thought out at all quite frankly. I'm just in a mood and not at my happiest. So be forwarned. I don't even think there's a chuckle in it.
I'm starting to despise rich people. Truly I am. It use to be the pseudo-rich (my word for upper middle class who live far out of their means) and the nouveau riche I despised. They're the one's with the attitudes, little taste (everything designer even if it's hideous), and quite probably no tact. I use to look at them and, considering my umpteen years in customer service, listen to them bitch and moan, the preferred pseudo/nouveau form of bragging. 'Oh poor poor me. What to do? What to do? Is it Laura Ashley pastel? Or Laura Ashley apple orchard?' Laura Ashley makes me wanna puke.
Old money goes either way. They're either uber-sweet because they feel guilty that their family made money in the early 1900s (or before) by stealing the ideas of and walking on the souls of others. At any rate, they're usually good peeps. Nice to work for and with. Then there's the fuck you. You don't exist. I can buy you a thousand times over. You only exist to pleasure me type. I could stab them in the eyes with a hot partially melted spork. Luckily, I've never had to deal with that type. I know those who have. Tears have often been the outcome. Not because of hurt feelings, but because of all the tongue holding and lip biting. Everyone knew my mouth and temperment does not equal good service to assholes. They would have had an ear full and I would've had my walking papers. It's best to keep me away from them.
What was my point?
Oh yes, why I'm starting to despise rich people, especially celebrities. They have money to buy anything they want and yet, they get crap for free. Justin Timberlake has a Nike obsession. They send him sneakers. On Punk'd Ashton Kutcher has managed to 'get' 2 low grade (hee) celebs just by dangling the free card. Top designers give them clothes to wear to big ocassions. (The only way I can get free comes with possible jail time.) So what if they can't keep them. A celebrity can never be seen wearing the same thing more than once anyway. Why is that? Who the hell cares if Julia Roberts wears the same dress twice? The world will not reverse it's orbit.
The world may not be able to pull into reverse, but "The World" sure as shit can. The World, not planet Earth, is a luxury liner like none other. The World folks is primarily an apartment building. A condo community on water if you will. That's right. You tired of seeing the same view out your window? Get a studio or 1-3 bedroom apartment (you can also rent if you're vacationing). Accomodations are luxurious to say the least. I love travel. I wouldn't mind cruising the world. The only way I could do that would be to put on a uniform.
Truth time. I'm not hatin' them for the freebies or for what they can buy. I'm jealous as hell. I just really wanna know why Jim Carrey makes more money than Jim Riley, a high school teacher of mine? What has he done to warrant more than the cops patrolling the streets, the fire people that go into blazing buildings, or the marine out there on the front line? He's a fucking actor. I feel that about the CEO that made multi-millions by laying off a few thousand people.
Yes. Yes, I know this has been a wandering bitch fest. I'm just flat broke for the first time ever and I don't like it. So, I'm lashing out at those with an overabundance. Unable to find a job because I'm either under qualified (translation: This position was filled before we posted it. The only reason we did it is because of those blasted eoe people.) or over qualified (translation: I don't want you in here because you'll go after my job. If they only knew.). I'd rather do this than wallow is self-pity. That just ain't me...not right now. If I have to go back to retail, I'll be a wallowing bitch. Just you wait.
Oh yeah, I'm getting a fucking period zit! And it's fittin' to be a biggun. Now ain't that just dandy?
PhillyKat at 11:52:00 PM |
Oh for pete's sake! I must be the only person in my age group (and under) alive today that had no idea that Fred "Mr. Roger's" Rogers died. Everytime I saw him on the tv back in February I thought it was because he retired. See, unlike EJShea (I was catching up on some reading and giggles), I was no fan of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I loved The Land of Make Believe, especially Henrietta Pussycat (I think that puppet is the reason why I love cats so much) and King Friday. I loved that damn trolley too. Lady Elaine scared me. Worst drag queen I've ever seen. Seriously, can you look at that damn puppet and tell me you don't see an old drag? You liar!
Heck I loved everything about MRN except Mr. Rogers himself. Him and that chick. She irked. Everytime I tell someone I never liked Mr. R. they give me the 'crazy lady short yellow bus rider' look. You know the one. It's a mix of pity and immediate hatred combined with the 'something smells rank' look. Well, guess what? I don't care. I'm coming out of the closet. *Standing up. Saying it loudly and proudly* Hi, my name is Kat and I never liked Mr. Roger's. There it's done.
I blame Fred (you don't know...it just took all I had not to call him Drop Dead Fred...horrible I know but I think you guys have come to know me well enough) for my dislike of feet. As a baby I loved feet. Somewhere in those toddling years it became my unflinching belief that all feet, but mine, stink. I grew out of that, but don't ask me to touch feet. I'll have a panic attack and probably pass out. Did he always have to change his shoes? Why the hell did he always have to put on those damn sneaks? Why, Lord? Why?
I also blame him for my utter belief that some people just stink. Not that they're unclean, but that they just stink. There are actors I call Stinky1 and Stinky2. I see them on tv and I know they stink. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Sometimes I just look at someone and think "Ooou that person's breath stinks." Now, how in the hell would I know? I can't. I know that. I know it makes no sense... to you. But it does to me. I've met people and held my breath. I just nod a lot, smile a toothy smile, and slowly let air seep through. When my air supply is almost exhausted, I make my excuse to get away before a stank breath can pollute air. This is all because that man couldn't keep on the same pair of shoes. Because he couldn't just have slippers at the door. Because we had to see his socked feet twice an episode, every episode!
Yes. Yes. I have issues. Who doesn't? You know I fully admit I'm issue laddened. But these issues....these issues are directly connected to Mr. Roger's and his bloody neighborhood.
edit: What about Gordon and Mr. Hooper from Sesame Street? Their respective passings went virtually unnoticed, especially Gordons, except to say 'hey Hooper died. It's a good time to teach kids about death.' blah blah blah It's always about the kids. What about all of us who dreamt about meeting him in his store as children? What about us? At least Mr. Hooper was mourned. They just recast Gordon. What was the thought behind that? 'They all look alike anyway. One bald black guy for another. No one will notice.' Well I noticed Mr. PBS. I noticed and I'm not happy.
Let's bow our heads and have a moment of silence for all our beloved childhood tv friends that have passed form.
*Silencio*
PhillyKat at 12:45:00 AM | Blogger and I apparently aren't on speaking terms. I posted one line (currently typing over it) just ot see if the template would update tonight. Been trying for over 24 hours at the least and boom. Music is back and new comments. I'm not too crazy about them only because I've lost all my snazzy previous comments which sucks much monkey booty. At least Shelby is happy though. LOL
I've been having some weirdo computer problems. I ran Norton diagnostic and doctor and fixed all the problems that could be fixed. I'm hoping that will buy me some time. My putey is booty. I need some major dough. I need work. I just want to do something I like. Is that so wrong? I've never had a job I've really liked. I've been good at all of them, but I didn't love 'em.
I'm babbling aren't I? Ah so what. Let me babble. Matter of fact...baaaabble baaabble baaaaaaabble, baaable baaable baaaaaaaable. Alright I have officially crossed to the otherside of midnight and it's barely after 11pm. Oh, bother. I will most probably be back for I am bored. I need to go figure out why I can't get this new template done. Oh, yeah I can't get all the files unzipped. That was quick. Now, if a little brown girl from Chicaggy were to get into one of her bored moods and do it for me since all the files unzip for her, I wouldn't be mad. Then, I can make another navi button (copying off Shelby) that shows the appearance of previous (current) site(s). "Wouldn't that be loverly?" Did you just sing that? You've been watching My Fair Lady. Ha Ha. Me? Nope, I've never seen it. I've seen enough clips that I feel like I have.
Gonna go now. Just remember I am 32 flavors and then some.
Peace
PhillyKat at 10:40:00 PM | Alright I realize that I have not posted much of anything since the beginning of April. Sorry. My mind is all over but it's still nothing. I have nothing going on. Nothing to say. Nothing to voice. I've been in the house all damn week. The weather here went from 70 degrees F to 37 in 1 day.
We're having cases of SARS popping up throughout the city. A friggin doctor spreading it to her patients...supposedly. If y'all don't know, know now that I'm a sort of conspiracy theorist. I barely believe anything the media says and I don't believe in coincidences and happenstance. Yeah, I seriously believe a doctor who spends some of her/his time in clinics in low income areas has spread SARS to some of her poor patients, but none to the patients in her practice. C'mon! "They're" not even trying to make everyone believe "their" bullshit anymore. Hmm I wonder if all the patients that got SARS had needles? You know the pre-packaged "sterlized" needles they use now, instead of the ones they sterlize themselves? The one's that can't possibly have lord knows how many germs, bacteria, diseases on them before they were hemetically sealed in plastic? We all know there can't be any germs on plastic or in machinery? Just ask Tyson Foods.
Sorry about the mini-get the fuck real and out my face bitchfest above. I just hate being treated like a fool or like my common sense is non-existent. Guess I had something to voice afterall.
PhillyKat at 11:42:00 PM |
Go Eddie Vedder!
PhillyKat at 2:36:00 PM |
JUST A NOTE TO JUSTIN:
GET YOUR ASS SOME COMMENTS!
PhillyKat at 1:58:00 PM | i8 this comment thing is making me nauseous. My comments fell off as u guys know. I've entered and re-entered the damn code lord knows how many times.
I asked Brian what he did because his squawk comments went ghost too. I had a feeling he'd say it and he did. What did he say? Nothing. He did nothing!
I'm checking out other comments as you read.
PhillyKat at 11:54:00 PM |
I've got nuthin' to say so I'm gonna let what I've been reading do my speaking for me. If you need a blogger's meanderings to read, go visit Shelby.
Today, I discovered that I am Justin Timberlake's arms. I took a test, which JTim body part are you. You are Justin's arms, strong and toned ... you are a dependable and faithful friend. Well, I dunno 'bout toned lessin' they mean my mind, but the other bit is right. Wanna see which one you are? Go here.
I also read about the dumbest accidental suicide ever. Not even gonna link you, gonna cp ....u must read this. Enjoy!
Hot Vixen Nuns.... ZZZZZTTTT!
Pervy pensioner goes out in style
Manfred Lubitz was a German pensioner who moved to a Spanish holiday resort in search of a more exciting life. Unfortunately his search for thrills lead to him electrocuting himself last week with a home-made sex toy.
Manfred wired himself up to a gadget which had a vibrating mat, massage pads and electrodes attached to his genitals, and then settled back to watch porn movies while receiving an electric jazzing.
His body was found by the local police. "There seems to have been a power surge while he was watching a film called Hot Vixen Nuns," they said. "The flat was damp."
Prior to his death, Lubitz boasted to friends that his Orgasmatron, named after a sex machine in the Woody Allen film Sleeper, "was better than a woman, and a lot cheaper".
roflmfao....and with that I bid you a fond adieu.
PhillyKat at 11:32:00 PM | It's official. I am jinx'd. Sour Bob got the perverbial axe. Yes my hex as extended to bloggers. Anyone want me to frequent their blogs so they can get laid off. Damn, I may be the reason why Shelby can't find one. Oh, employment, you elusive mistress of indentured servitude, why hath thou forsaken me and mine?
PhillyKat at 9:49:00 PM |
I GIVE UP! I QUIT!
I can not get my comments back. I do not know why. I just know I am bested.
PhillyKat at 5:38:00 PM | Something funny my way came:
Telemarketer called. I said not interested, thanx, bye, and hung up. Dude calls right back. I hand the phone to Mouf.
She answers sultrily, "I'm wearing nothing. What are you wearing?" I immediately buuahahahahaaaaa'd loudly. She started laughing. Dude was flabbergasted. He says, "Well, I'm wearing pants, a blue shirt, and my hair is spiked. Are you really wearing nothing?" Poor thing forgot his spiel. ROFLMAO
PhillyKat at 9:35:00 PM |
Currently Listening to: the tv
Currently Watching: "Buffy: the Vampire Slayer" (shut up!) Y'all know I have a weakness for all things supernatural, especially vamps. Plus, I think the actor that plays Spike is sexy. Can't remember his name right now, cuz it's obvious he's bucket nekkid in this scene laying in bed and my mind went woozy. It'lll come to me.
One of the worst things to happen to music this year: Madonna. I'm sorry, but she's...well you know what I'm not going through this again. I put something on C&S, and I don't feel like rehashing. So if you wanna read it go here. I hope the link works for non-members.
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Kinda ticked off at my blogger for giving me headaches. Don't ask me where my comments went cuz I dunno. Well I got nada to say, except sashay Chante!
Gawd, I am truly bored. Yes I could be writing, but I feel uninspired. Hey I said someting. I had one thing to say other than sashay Chante!
PhillyKat at 8:31:00 PM |
