I posit a question to you. What could be better than Snoop Dogg singing a phat hook on a Chingy track? Well what if you add Ludacris, or Mr. Wiggle, as he apparently likes to be called. Well it gets even better, when Luda goes all fuckin doggy-shizzle with the vernacular. If you haven't caught the new "Holidae In" video, or even heard it on the ( Read more... )

Eve sits here staring at me, not speaking, not scratching, in fact I am not sure she is breathing, just staring at me. I think she is mad because I made her sleep outside by her lonesome because she ate my Slim Jim, a registered trademark of craptacular meat by-product creations ( Read more... )

Good God, it has been a while since I have posted anything of remote relevance to the world in this abomination of a journal. Cell phones are my beef today. Actually it is not cell phones that I have a beef with, in general, just one specific cell phone, namely mine. We shall call her Pedrica for today's discussion. So Pedrica and I have been " ( Read more... )

Do you ever just want everything to go away, just to leave you alone for a span of 30-45 minutes. I just want all the good and all the bad and everything that pulls from every direction to go away for approximately 45 minutes. I hate dealing with the same things that everyone else hates to deal with too, so it's not like what I want to go away ( Read more... )

Having a conversation with Ms. MacKinnon has reduced me to stiches and forced me to post about my favorite . . . I don't what AJ is, but he is not a person, he is a God. Well, maybe he's like a lesser God, not like Zeus or Aries, but more like, i dunno, Mercury I guess. He is definitely not like some little bureaucrat god though that does the ( Read more... )

At this moment and time, every strange idea that has popped into my head has twisted and enfranchised itself with normal everyday routine. I don't know why, perhaps it is the stress of having absolutely no time other than to work, work, do chores, and drunkenly pass out on my kitchen floor and on those really good nights, the front porch, purple ( Read more... )

So I am cleaning my house right now . . . actually I am typing on this infernal, yet pleasantly addictive magic typing box. Anyway, I was going to watch Bowling for Columbine on the ole DVD player, but instead I get a hankering to clean up. When I want to clean I damn well better, cause i got another seventy years before the phenomenon will ever ( Read more... )

Holy Shit, I just dropped about $200 in Vegas, I finally got some sleep after appx 72 hours of a perpetual drunken stupor, my soul, my money, and valuable brain cells that are steadily decreasing in number have been lost in great number this weekend. However, this has been the most amazing weekend of my life ( Read more... )

I can't move my neck, my left arm lifts about a quarter of its normal radius, both arms and legs are cut to shit, I think I ate some grass, and by the feel of my ass as I sit at my computer chair, I am pretty sure someone annaly violated me with their knee or fist or something. So football with Joe D's friends was fucking awesome. I have to ( Read more... )

Well, here I sit on my day off eating Yogurt, Mountain Blueberry, as opposed to Butte Blueberry or Savannah Blueberry. Sorry I digressed into Re Re land again. So I broke down last night in a drunken stupor and watched this movie called "Deliver us from Eva." The clever word play in the title alone smacks of black sassiness ( Read more... )