For one thing, let’s have a big fat HUZZUAH and a GOODNIGHT SWEET BITCH to the ole no-dancing-marry-a-Beatle-for-his-money-pose-as-a-celebrity-activist that got booted tonight from Dancing With the Stars…
AND when I was looking for a photo…found quite a few of Ms. Mills/McCartney…SANS CLOTHING!!!! Hussy.
Now. Yes. I have been watching it this season. All who know me know how much I despise reality tv. I really do. I want to see great writing, great acting. . . but occasionally I’ll get sucked into the void and the next thing you know I’m dancin in the streets with Cliff and Steve Sanders and Joey from In Sync and that fabulous speed skater Apollo….sigh.
Moving on:
Gilmore Girls was new again! Gasp! Two fresh eps in a row! Holy crap! Now, riddle me this…what the hell has happened to Miss Patty?? Gastric Bypass? She’s a ghost in fat women’s mumu’s. AND Sookie…is she really pregnant in real life? because something is going on with her face. Swollen. Her nose to be precise. Several friends have had their noses go ginormous during the preggers so I’m just wondering. Ok Lookie what I found. Well, nevermind.
Work is unbearably slow. This paycheck is going to sucketh mucheth.
I walked for an hour tonight. Right passed this house that I’ve been eyeballing for two years now. It’s up for sale. That is all I know. But I really like it. May call about it or send an email or some such.
Alleged wicked pissah thunderstorms and tornadic activity with hail today. Not so much. Just the thunder and lightening and buckets o’rain. The Festival of the Arts began today,
so we’re guaranteed several more days of bad weather. But on a happier note, they will still be selling fantastic food and ice cold beer and the rain will let up eventually. It ALWAYS does!
Huzzuah and Happy Wednesday and I love George Clooney.
Misti Ridiculous 
I’m all for a day when you do NOT have tornadic activity, OK? This week my dad gets married and mom’s old man friend had a massive stroke and is not expected to recover so everyone else I love is required to sit tight and not get all transported to Oz or anything until I get this shit sorted out. Deal?
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shitshitshit. I knew it was coming up, but didin’t realize it was THIS WEEK. God. Do you need anything? valium? a tornado of your own? and GOD i’m sorry about old man friend…how’s your mom??
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Chomp. Remember McGruff the crime dog?
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Eh, mom is OK. Seems like we’re not on any second now death watch at this point but it won’t be too long. She’s going to have to move back into her house. You know?
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