All lies and gest, disregard this, disregard the rest

I'm clueless.

My only main source of news is the snippets I "CHOOSE" to read on the yahoo.com home page. My second source would be world of mouth. Any news: social, family, local, gay, world, state, county. Ect.


I work the third shift at this job that is both a pain in my ass, and facinating. Everyday is unique, complicated, and a strive to uphold the management. My sleep scheduel is erratic, my decor taste both contempary and eclectic. My eating habits between Rossane Barr and Karen Carpenter, with a little Queen Elizabeth thrown in for good measure.

Thift stores are my compassion, collecting is my life. I own a respectable amount of vintage and designer clothing, with enough 1960's boho hippie just to keep it interesting. In my basement I have over 1,000 lbs of legos, which they will probably fill my grave with.

I travel, take these fucked up exotic wierd road-trips with myself, recently with friends, visit off the world places, and live to tell about it.

I've met movie stars, reality celebrities, and who's who of the business industry, and can quote most movies within an inch of thier lives.

But....

I couldn't tell you who the Gov of MN is, or the last 20 presidents in order (although connected through history (A+). Nor, do I really care. Especially about the price of gas.

But this is my little fucked up world, and I quite enjoy it.

When BUSH is finally thrown out of office, I hope all this KGB, FBI, CIA, Nazi Ass motherfucking around in the Middle East crap all comes to a head.... and like medievil pilgrims, like the Bastele', like Norma Rae, we hunt that man down, and send him to a desserted island.

------"In response to a Yahoo.com news story".

Ah yearly traditions

Ah yearly traditions.....

I just ordered my annual year of porn from TLA video.

Ahhh

The Road to hell is paved with good intentions

So much for accomplishing my to-do list.

Why can't local businesses and banks be open during my sleep scheduel. The NERVE.

I failed to contact the water-softner dude, or the mortgage dude today. Oh fucking well.

I did manage to contact Dan Howell Travel, set up my eye-ball appointment for tomarrow morning, and ran over to salvation army and picked up YET another piece of furniture. GO ME. The gym this morning was good. Had a good workout, except I'm one sore puppy this afternoon.

Then I made the mistake of crawling into bed. I hung a new window treatment, that makes the room so much darker during the day! Its fabulouse. My intent was just a little "cat" nap. Five hours later.... well you get the picture.

Will have to try to reincarnate.

On other related news, my dance CD's from the DJ from the cruise came. A huge box of dance-mix music, that was mixed and created live in person, yeah: I'm excited.