Shopping

I realize being a "law enforcement official" is a very hard job. I'm very happy they are there. When they aren't assholes on a power trip. I support my local police. There are quite a few nice men & women who work hard.

At least this one wasn't wasn't a total asshole, it didn't annoy me, much. What annoyed me was that he has to be there in the first place. Watch that people don't steal, fight or get hurt. He shouldn't have to be there.

On my way out... I didn't buy anything, I didn't need anything. At maximum I was in there seven minutes. Maybe someone thought I was a decoy, a distraction. Hell No. I don't need that shit in my life.

What did you come to shop for?

(I should have said that's none of your business.)

I have these buy one get one free bottlecaps I wanted to cash in before they expire. They don't have the right size here though. Guess I need to go to ShopRite.

(Shows policeman a bottlecap)

Then why did you bring that shopping cart.

(I have a new-fangled version of an Old Granny Cart)

I have twenty two of these in my pocket. That's fourty four bottles of soda. I'm gonna carry that three blocks? That's what the cart is for. Shopping.

Oh.

Jerk. I'm glad he was there though. Living in the city isn't always easy. I certainly don't want to get mugged again.

I miss you.

I wasn't having a good day. I'm beginning to get into the state where I don't want another day. I don't want to do it anymore. Then I accidentally stumble across this shit. It didn't make my day better.

This song does so many things to me, I can't even begin to describe it. If I try to it will just help prove that I'm mentally unstable.

How do I explain it?

Stop That!

I'm trying to read!

It isn't mine. It's dad's.

I think it's an Alien. A Gremlin.

It's supposed to be a dog.

It wiggles. Wiggles and wiggles then wiggles even more.

I give it a mean look and it cowers, curls into a little ball then flops on it's back waiting for me to pounce upon it and rub his belly.

I think it's insane. It's brain must be the size of a walnut.

It loves me though. That's a good thing... but it also loves rocks, lint, egg mcmuffins, bottle caps and practically everything else. Whatever.

It is a rather sweet creature.

I was reading this, written buy this guy, who I really know nothing about.

It was quite good. I couldn't put it down once I started reading it... Lost a whole day.

I wish him all the best... he's a good writer.

This is neat!

This is neat! I'm waiting for it to explode or something though.

The new computer I bought for dad (& MEEEEE!!!!!!) has a TV card in it. I like hanging with dad.

It works like a tivo too, I can set it to record crap in advance/perpetuity and then burn it as a DVD or delete it later. How cool.

I also don't have to spin around in the chair while watching the boob tube and doing dumb computer shit. The window resizes and parks however I want it. I have no idea how half the crap on this thing works, it didn't come with a manual (like I'd have read it anyway).

Oooops!

Oooops! I did it again. I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't looking for them. I was looking for a watch. I wanted something that looked heavy metal/gothic. I don't wear a wristwatch, I wanted something to put on the lanyard I wear with my keys and stuff. Somehow I found these in the process.

Pointy things! Sharp pointy things!

They're gifts. They were well recieved.

Tell me those are not cool. They are you know.

Hey, I know somebody who collects knives. Get over it.

Just to show you what a total freak I am.... Here's my other recent purchase!!

What the hell am I gonna do with these stupid things?

I've always wanted one. Now I have these. I bought an original Sonny and Cher as well.

Circa 1976 or so I would always be parked in front of the TV to watch Sonny & Cher.

No matter where I was or what I was doing I'd rush home to watch.

When the breakup was finally real and they splintered into the "Sonny Show" & "Cher Show" you know what I was watching.

I'm sure my mother would have gotten me one "back in the day". We just couldn't afford it. She did buy me a "Holly Hobbie" oven.

Fashions by Bryan

Oh, yes I did! I wasn't kidding!! Here's proof.



Here is our sensuous model Bryan wearing his shirt from the Fifi collection.



Isn't he positively delicious!!!!



It was quite a hit. A very beautiful picture they said.

Everyone thought it was my wife! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

This is soooooooo bad that it's actually good. I hope that's what they were going for. They couldn't have been serious.



Please vote NO! on Proposition 8 if you can. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow. I'm not suggesting David is gay, the evidence points to the contrary. I don't know the man. He seems totally straight to me.... but that vidieo is gay.

Gay as in bleah, that's awful!!!! I'm allowed to use that word. I'm a fag. It's sort of like that "N" word people aren't supposed to use. Sometimes it's OK, sometimes it isn't.

Vote Obama, please. I don't want that crazy seeming woman a step away from being in charge.

I always liked him

I've always liked Ron Howard.

Right now I want to give him a big giant hug.

You can guess who I'm voting for. It has nothing to do with Opie, even though I still think he's cute now that he's older and bald.

We need the change. This can't continue. Vote Obama. How much worse can things get? He might fix it.

Do you really want that insane seeming woman one breath away from the Presidency?

And while you're at it.... Please vote NO! on Proposition 8. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow.

Yikes!!!!!!

Apparently the Ministerio De Defensa has been peeking at my blog. How fucking scary/freaky is that.

Listen Ministerio De Defensa. I happen to like hot men of varied colors, builds, ethnicities, whatever.. I certainly don't want to hurt them, or anyone else. Yikes!!!

aaaarrrrgggg.

He's angry with me. At least he was at six am. *sigh* I don't blame him.... I'm not about to call him right now either. *sigh*

I thought it would be a nice thing if I brought him coffee... enough for the whole day (I know how he portions it), and a buttered roll for a snack later.

I knew this wasn't exactly the most wonderful of ideas. He doesn't need distractions when he has to leave for the hospital. I meant to say "Morning! Love 'ya. Have a good day!" and leave. Less than two minutes of his time, and not terribly distracting in my mind. That would have worked. That's almost what happened.

What made it not work was that I arrived much sooner than I thought I would. Who knew I could walk 5 miles that fast. I certainly didn't. So I sat on his porch for half an hour. I was freezing by then. Who'da thunk it would be so cold? So, I called him then. Twice. He should have been awake by then. (He was.)

Around five after six, ***** got there to pick him up. "Oh! Hi! Bryan." knocked on the door, rang the bell and used the spare key to get in.

Then all hell broke loose. Well, it wasn't that bad. I did leave almost immediately as I had planned.

"Wait. Stop. Please. You can be angry with me later. Your phone was ringing all night? THAT WASN'T ME! The last two calls you got were me. Yell at me later for that, I got cold out there. Eat. Do what you gotta do. Here's coffee for now. Coffee for later and a snack. I'm back outta here."

"Bryan do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm not fucking ****. I know how to get from point A to point B. Unlike your wife. I got my sorry ass here, I know how to get it home. I walked here. Let's see her do that. It it kept me sober. Bringing him coffee was a good thing. He has coffee and I'm sober. That's not gonna last very long now."

Then I left.

I walked halfway home.

Then I called a cab.

It was too cold. Too far to walk. I was upset.

I'm back into the vodka.

Video Interlude

I love Betty White!




Let's dance! Janet Jackson... I so want to go back in time. This was a good time for me. Sort of. Looking back, I don't think he was nicknamed "Pleasure Principle" for just one reason. I still love him... but I don't want to be with him. (lies lies lies. I do want to, but no.) It wasn't working then, it won't work now. If you read this, I do still love you.



Mini Palin! *laughing my ass off*



Good Grooming Habits!! Piper Palin fixes her brother's hair.



This is just too fucking cute. I want one. I know, I know. I can't have one. How would I care for it. It's still adoreable.



OK. That's it. Have fun. Play nice.

Trains and things

I had to take the train to go visit my Sister this weekend. We were going here:



Easier for me to take the train up to her city and leave from there. Of course I missed the train I intended to be on (due to my own stupidity). I made the second one though, just barely. The little "metro" thing came late (of course)...


I had to run across the street, into the station, buy my tickets, run through the station and down the stairs to the platform. (I don't know how people do this stuff on a daily basis.)


All these fat, piddling, fumfering idiots wandering in a daze. I just wanted to scream "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!" and shove them aside. I didn't do that though. Instead, I grabbed my bag by all it's straps and pretended I was avoiding the raindrops as they fell. A much more peaceful mindset I think.

'Scuse me. Pardon me. Whoops, sorry! Huh? You're going where? Follow ME!! It's this way!! Hurry!!!!

(<---- recycled picture from another trip)

[[Hee. I like to rescue somebody, even if it's just a small thing. It makes me feel good. :-) ]]


The show was pretty good.... except it was in a gymnasium. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that due to the energy costs and the shitty economy the air conditioning was off. You cannot have that many people in one area with concert lighting and have no air conditioning. I'm sorry. I wanted to be right in the crowd. It was too damned hot!

Fortunately "somebody" decided to break the rules and open a couple of the "secure" doors to let air in. What the hell? Did they want people to pass out? (I don't think I'm ever going there again, even though, overall it was a nice experience, I was hangin' with my sister.)

Don't ask. We're just strange. She noticed I was trying to take a picture of her eyball and she readily obliged. ---->



<---- That's Jason Mraz there.

<---- and here.

We spent most of the evening sitting on the gym floor (my ass still hurts) near the open door. At least it was only 80 degrees there. I can't imagine what it was like in the center of that crowd.

<---- this man had the cutest behind I have ever seen! My sister swatted me... she knew what I was thinking....

His boyfriend's butt wasn't too bad either.

"How do you know?"

"I know. Trust me. Gaydar. You didn't see how they interact either, you were at the snack bar."

"Oh. Ohhh. Yup! I can tell!!"

"Aren't they cute together!!"

"hehehehehe!"

She helped me take those. Pulled the little flashlight thing out of her purse so I'd have some light to get pics! There is no doubt. She is my sister.

On the way home... guess what happened. Yep, I missed the train. Again. *sigh* It was my own fault.... I left stuff on my sister's desk and she ran back in to get it (stupid me), so after she dropped me off I had to wait for the next one. But I'm home now. I spent the day with my Dad's doggies so they wouldn't be lonely.... (he had to work)....... so I wouldn't be lonely. Cuddly doggies are a nice thing.

I didn't want to get off the train though. I wanted to stay on it and go... somewhere. Where do I go? I think I want to go South and just ride the train. Get off wherever. Hang out for a while. Go to the beach. Not get killed.

Here you go!

Here you go, as promised....

Get your air-sickness bags out now!!! It's kinda gross!!!

Don't say I didn't warn you!!!

Maestro, Drumroll please!!!

Ta-Da!!! My kidney stone!

That's my mouse, a quarter and a dime so you have something to judge it's size. The nasty bugger is about the size of a rather small dwarf raisin. If only it was soft like a raisin. Fucker hurt quite a bit as it was making it's journey.

I'll spare you the gory details. If you've had one you know how unpleasant it is. If you're reading this and want gory details, go look it up! Obviously, you have internet access.

I've had kidney stones before so there wasn't any panic this time. No "OMG! OMG!", and rushing off to the doctor. I knew what was going on.

It was just "ouch. this hurts, so much. i'm tired of having to pee every 10 minutes. eww, that's a gross color." There was about 24 hours of that. Not much fun at all.

Armed and Dangerous

Now I just have to figure out how to carry all this around!!!!!

I'm kidding. It's all put away safely. I do think I need a couple of baseball bats though, those aren't a weapon really. One by each door.... and a can of hairspray, lysol or air freshener by each window and door, those aren't weapons.

It started with this. Why? No idea. I just always wanted one. Yes, it's a full sized sword.

Then on one of my excursions I found these. Daggers. I always wanted one. No Idea why. I just did.

These (below) were a gift from one of my favotite people. The blind guy.

Then there's my Swiss Army Knife (not pictured), at least that's utilitarian.

I think I have enough sharp pointy things.

I'd go get more cute plush animals... but I have enough of those too.

No more pointy things though.

That's enough.

Next up? Perhaps I'll grace you with a picture of the kidney stone I passed this morning!

Ouch. It hurts.

I managed to injure myself again.

I walked down the stairs in the dark so I could throw my laundry in the dryer.

I thought I'd reached the bottom. Apparently I had one more step to go.

When I turned right to head for the basement.... ooops.

I flew off the stairs, hit the freezer and crashed to the dining room floor.

I sat there in pain for a few moments, gathered my wits about me and went downstairs to throw my clothes in the dryer.

I really do bruise up nicely don't I? The doctor says it's a lack of potassium in my diet.

Hello. Nobody in my family ingests potassium into their body properly. Fucking idiot doctors. The Mysterious Man I mention now and then wouldn't be blind today if you'd have only listened to him.

He was never an idiot. He did what YOU DOCTORS told him to do, to the best of his ability. Even now, you don't listen.

When a patient says "I can't take ***** it makes me sick." You need to explore another option.

You need to get your act together. Read the fucking medical records. How is it that you don't know what your patient is being treated for???

You've been told over and over. I take this. I take that. I take this for that. Dr **** want's me on that. This pill makes me vomit. How fucking clueless can you be? You're fucking doctors for Christ's sake. You should be able to treat him properly.


There's this one bruise, one on my hip and one on my calf. I feel pretty. I guess it offsets my tats in a strange way. Since they're almost all black, now I have color!

Eye candy!!

I don't know what he does besides managing to look totally hot. I don't know what his hobbies are, his political stance, does he like cats or dogs? No Idea.

All I know is that he's hot. Very nice on the eyes. I shall investigate a tiny bit. Hmmm... All I can see is that he seems to be an uber hot model. And he models it quite well.

I like his name too, for obvious reasons. Here's Bryan Thomas. That's what I'm supposed to look like. Unfortunately I don't. That Bryan stole my good lookingness! How dare he!! <--- green with envy

Handmaiden, sorry, but I think Officer Bryan"t"lost his desktop wallpaper status for the time being. Can you blame me? **fan's self delicately** I think I need a cold compress. Damn he's hot.

Still not dead

There are some computer/conectivity issues happening. I'm busy with that.

I'll be in and out I guess.

Don't touch it! Don't freaking touch it!!!!! I have the computer geek squad working on it!!!! ***holds up printed stuff*** I'll be back sunday!! I'll fix it.

What did he do? He fucked with it. It's almost completely dead.

So, I bought my dad a new computer today, since he managed to virus his all up. It certainly wasn't me that did it. I had it protected up the wazooo. Dumbass clicked on some shit he shouldn't have. Idiot.

Ewwww!! That's gross!!! Dad!!!! (Like I needed to know what kind of porn he looks at)

I liked using his computer. It worked better than my crappy desktop and my annoying laptop, plus I get to hang out with him and his doggies.

The doggies like that. I like It. Dad likes it. My dad is a great guy.

[[Mom still loves him, he loves her.... It just stopped working for them. I don't know exaxtly why... I do, but I don't. It's not exactly like I can quiz them about all of it. There's fault and blame that can be attributed to everyone. Lonnggg story that I cannot share. It's not all mine to tell. It's not all bad. Nothing truly horrid.]]

I love you! You love me! We're a Disfunctional Family!!

So, I guess the new mega-computer he has is actually mine. I bought it. I should password protect it huh?

I wonder what will happen when we run the cable to it and try to watch TV with the picture in picture/record option.

Catastrophe I'm sure.

I'm not dead

I just don't feel like doing this. I have nothing to say and nothing interesting to report, so I may not update for a while. Nobody reads this dreck anyway.... maybe they do. I should go look at the counter thing.

I'll leave the politics up to the other bloggers. They do it better.

I wanted Hillary. I'll settle for Obama.

Don't get me started on Palin.... well, you can't, I don't talk politics. I'll just excuse myself and walk away from you, whatever side you're on.

My friend and I are seeing Cirque Du Soleil on saturday. Should be good. The seats look like they're great (on the chart). Hopefully I'll get some good pics with my phone.

I've got a jacuzzi room too. The one with the big robin's egg blue heart shaped jacuzzi.....

Hey, Regulus! Come stalk me! **wink** I'll be staying just down the street from the Greek diner! Bring some swim trunks for the jacuzzi!!! I'll take you to the pizza joint where they make GOOD food. We can also go to the gross adult bookstore and stare at the creepy perverts!!

I guess I'm a bit of a creepy pervert myself. I've been in there often enough...

Not ever to "hook up" with anybody. Just to browse the porn, buy some, get things for friends that were too embarrassed to go in such a place. That sort of thing.

The clearance bin at a porn store can be quite interesting and fun!! Imagine the looks on the faces of your friend's when they open their gift and its a.... never mind. (I always buy something appropriate though. I do, honest)

I once talked to the guy at the register..... I was bored and the place was almost empty. He had just come back from cleaning the bathroom. He said it's a really gross job (as one might imagine), and lots of strange people come in. (haha)

If I have the opportunity to talk to him again I need to ask him why he works there and what he gets paid. Maybe he's the owner.

Ooohhh. I forgot about this! A brief uncomfortable moment! Once, I was walking out and someone who works in my building was walking in!!!! We don't know each other, but recognition was there. I held the door for him. lol

Ouch.

No, I didn't do this to myself.

(click it. it gets bigger.)

I wasn't doing anything stupid or crazy.

I was pretty much minding my own business.

My father sprained his ankle.

"Hey, do you have an Ace Bandage?"

"No." ..... so I went to the drug store to get him one. He didn't ask me to (I had film that needed to be dropped off anyway).

This happened behind my house when I got back from my kind errand.

My father feels terrible.

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "African-American Gentleman" tackled me. I don't use this word.... but in this context I think it's more appropriate than the politically correct term "African-American Gentleman".... so let's change it shall we?

A 6'2-3" 200lb or so "FUCKING NIGGER" tackled me, pinned me to the ground and stole everything I had.

"Don't talk. Don't scream. Don't move. I'll kill you."

I wasn't about to argue.

He got my wallet (ID, credit cards, cash, ATM card), my phone, even keys to my house.

Of course the fucking police treated ME like I was the criminal. Assholes.

Of course I can't identify the fucking bastard YOU IDIOTS!

Of course I didn't say that to them. I was screaming it in my head.

It took hours to make sure all my accounts were shut down. Press this. Press that. For English press one. Motherfuckers.

I can't get into any of them, not even my bank account (yet)... but that means he can't either.

The locks have been changed.

Needless to say, I've been a wreck all week. **sigh**

I love you

I love you.

More than you will ever fucking know.

This is awful.

I can't tell you. I can't. You already know tooo much.

Son of a bitch. I hate you.

I hate that I love you.

I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.

I love you.
*punches wall*
*slams hand on desk*
I hate you.

I love you.