When I was at the grocery store this evening, one of my lean cuisines would not ring up. It was the balsamic chicken for those of you who need those sort of details. The lad in the check out asked me if I remembered the price. I did not. So then he got really nervous and frazzled. He kept staring at me and repeatedly shrugged his shoulders in ( Read more... )

I just want to take a moment to alert the public that I now have summer hair. It's a tragedy it took this long, but matters of hair should not be taken lightly. And one should refrain from making hasty decisions. It's been awhile since I have updated on lj, because much to my chagrin, I have found myspace. And just like a 12 year old who doesn't ( Read more... )

Yesterday while biking through scenic Adrian, Michigan I stumbled upon some Gothic children burrowing around a Trestle trail bridge. They, as all Goths do, appeared angry, melancholy, dirty and bitter. As I glided past them they snickered and may have called me a bitch under their breath. I retaliated with a "get out of my way you little fuckers ( Read more... )

Last Friday the girls (and Armondo) and I went down to Maple City Fest to enjoy all Adrian has to offer in one centralized location. Adrian is a very classy town, so it would only make sense that the people of Adrian would also be a classy brood. Michelle came with us, the non-Adrian resident, and as expected, was the life of the par-tay. ( Read more... )

I was riding my bike Beatrice Arthur, through the park today and I saw some people playing Dungeons and Dragons. It didn't sit well.

So clubs, or Cliz-ubs, if you will, are pretty sick. This past weekend I was out with Maria and Clinique crew in Toledo and to make a long story into a medium length one, we ended up at the Emporium by evenings end. Generally speaking, I am not the cliz-ub kind of gal...for obvious reasons...I'm not into things that are sick. "Clubbing," which ( Read more... )

Yesterday at work, this woman came into the department, changing it...forever. It was about 5:06 pm on June 4, 2006. She was about 8 feet tall and had an uncanny resemblance to a jacked up Ru-PAul. She wore a cream colored jean that appeared to be painted on. Her granny style underpants were very visible through the skin tight tappered leg ( Read more... )

Save the drama for your mama. I hate people who are grown ass adults and are motha fuckin babies. You know, the ones who pout...and won't do anything alone...and are crabby 24/7...even in the summer...the best time of year...they wouldn't know a real problem if it hit them in the face...they are really selfish...they don't know how to have fun... ( Read more... )

Last night I was watching the Piston's game with one of my friends. Actually I was reading about Brad and Angelina's newest troll, when I looked up at the telly and said, yikes, Mia is winning. My friend then called me a "stupid fucking piece if shit!" So it's Miami, take me to court and sue me.

I'm back from my sabbatical. It was pretty much what the doctor ordered. I stayed in a hotel and ate every kind of ethnic cuisine that I could get my hands on. I swam in a pool, I shade bathed at the beach. I bought trendy little outfits at Forever 21 and I wore them like no other. I spent time with my sissy and loved, I mean LOVED being far, ( Read more... )