…Actually the problem is that it doesn’t suck.
That’s why it sucks.
[pause to be smacked senseless]
Archive for March, 2003
We just got our yearly shipment of Girl Scout cookies last night.
Of course, I started eating Thin Mints right away.
And I was even smart enough to save some so I would be able to have them first thing in the morning. Yummy.
(Who cares that I just had 80 calories… 5 grams of fat and 5 grams of sugar in the first 10 minutes of my waking hours? Those Thin Mints had half-a-gram of protein, dammit!)
I’m surprised (and I admit, a little thrilled) at all the comments my parking ticket check got.
Diane, a good friend of mine, says that my blog is very funny, but also very profane.
What the fuck? I never fucking curse. I only use fucking curse words for a goddamn reason. And vulgar language can be fucking useful, too.
I only cuss when:
•I’m really, really, really, really fucking pissed
•I’m fucking frustrated
•I’ve had a run-in with a fucking bastard or total bitch
•It’s just been a fucking shitty ass day
It’s only then that my vocabulary gets all crappy and goes straight to hell. Every other word that comes out of my mouth is straight off of George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words (Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, and Tits, if you forgot them).
Ok, so maybe Diane has a point… but I’m going to blame it on the ‘mom’ in her. I still love her, even if she occasionally doesn’t like my choice of words. (Don’t worry, Diane… I am not in the least bit mad at you!)
Maybe I’ve got to learn to curse in Italian, instead.
MORE:
THIS is the Monty Python bit I was looking for & Kevin found the audio for it!
I stole this this game from Alisa’s blog, which she got from children’s book, “Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants” by Dave Pilkey: The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names.
Buttercup Applepants?! Sounds like some tasty edible clothing!
Wanna play?
Continue reading ‘Behold! Buttercup Applepants!’
siwwygirlie/gamshi has gotten me addicted to a dumb game that I cannot play.
Sounds stupid, but it’s true (and very sad). If there is anyone on this great earth who has zero hand-eye coordination, it’s me. I suck, but it makes me happy to play this game.
Dance Dance Revolution, my ass. It’s not ddr for fingers… it’s more like crack with music.
Shouldn’t I be packing or something?
Procrastinating some more… aka Saturday Scruples.
Continue reading ‘Saturday Scruples’
So I bit the bullet and paid the dumbass parking ticket.
But I didn’t want to. And it wasn’t fun.
But I did leave a nice little message on my check… THAT was kind of fun…
UPDATE:
I really didn’t give a flying fuck if they couldn’t cash it, but Mike says that I better be careful because they might not deposit it (and therefore charge more, come after me, etc, etc.)
Call me chicken, but to save myself a potential headache (& more money), I re-opened my envelope and put a line through the word “Fucking” and initialed it.
So the check is now properly made out to “The City of Fucking L.A.”
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