#1. Fast Cars that are only one color and with no designs painted on them. Also, I prefer them to be fin-less.
#2. Drinking hot drinks out of a small soup bowl.
#3. Stretching.
#4. When my magazines come in the mail.
#5. Finding sunglasses that don’t rub against my eye lashes and yet fit well and balanced over the bumps on my nose.
Cheers,
Girl
Last night/early this morning I hear “Woah, woah, woah…CRASH!!!”
Someone ran into the a telephone pole outside of my house at about 12:00am.
They were okay, I think… but I’m sure that they were avoiding the Alcohol check point on the opposite side of the street. Either way there was already an ambulancee on the scene, so who knows?
Anyhow, I couldn’t sleep. The house was completely still and although the street got closed down and the there was a construction crew there within’ 5 minutes, I couldn’t be calmed by the sound of their loud speakers though out the night.
Really weird. I didn’t realize how much I depend on electricity.
My Lap top (which had about 1.5/2 hours worth of charge left to it), my Cell phone (fully charged right before the power went out), my T.V., XBox360 (also my dvd player), my PS3, my clock and, my FRIDGE/FREEZER, wash machine, dryer, and… the portable phones. Gosh, what’s a girl to do? Read… a BOOK?
I did that, in fact, this morning. I am also a bit disappointed to find out that the new Chelsea Handler book “Chelsea, Chelsea, Bang, Bang” that I’ve been saving to read from front to back in one setting has two of the stories from “Are you there Vodka, it’s Me Chelsea” as chapters 1 and 2. Is that typical, to have people spend $24.95 for a book that they already own? I had to check the title twice, as I went from chapter one to chapter 2. I thought that maybe I was just sleep deprived. Nope. I did flip through the rest of the book and it seems like there are a couple original stories, too.What gives? I may have to write her a letter.
I think that I’ll tell her about the telephone pole and the electricity outside of my house. If she responds, I’ll write her another letter, telling her about the telephone pole and electricity outside of my house along with a bill for $24.95 plus tax.
Cheers,
Girl
Well, only the ones that I never really wanted in the first place! Roooock!!!!!
It’s so refreshing. It’s a lot like spring cleaning, or better yet… moving those clothes that have been on that pile of your floor for something like 3 months and finally seeing the floor underneath. Not only is your space now larger, but you feel accomplished. Or cleaning up that craft project that you decided you weren’t as motivated as you thought you were about finishing it about 10 minutes into it, so it stays on your table for 3 weeks because you don’t want to admit that you’ve given up. Anyways, I am now down to 93 friends some of which are actually some of my friends’ alt accounts, so an actual head count would be around 88 or 89. I’m not very popular on Facebook, I guess but these are all people that I have sat with in real life person and although some of them do not imbibe, I do and they’ve all seen me do it
Cheers,
Girl
They certainly aren’t making me want to read anyone’s blog or notice them any more then if they weren’t there because everyone has them.
And they cost $$$? Seriously?
I’d rather spend my dollars of things made in China that I can physically hold and possibly develop some sort of cancer from. Preferably from the Dollar Tree so that I can have many things.
I can also spend my multiple dollars on coffee. Both brewed and by the bean. At least that will help to keep my colon clean and sparkly.
Alcohol. Not only does it make me feel warm from the inside out and make me feel Love toward people that I could usually give a rat’s ass about, but it also helps to keep my colon clean, therefore knocking out one of the cancers that the Dollar tree is trying to sell me. Isn’t feeling good and stress free and full of Love another cancer deterrent? I like where I’m going here.
I don’t smoke as often, so I won’t mention spending my dollars on cigarettes which would be ridiculous anyways because 1 in 20,000 people get Lung cancer from smoking. Plus, it would take a LOT of dollars to buy a pack of smokes.
Okay that’s it.
Cheers,
Girl 
This blog was supposed to be about how most people have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. Instead I am changing the topic to why I hate Windows 7.
Mainly because I will be ranting about something with my key board and look up at some point to realize that my cursor has moved from where I wanted it to somewhere in the the middle of a previously finished paragraph. I also hate it because the window shaky thing is pretty stupid, too. They advertise that it doesn’t crash. Bullshit. It crashes. Well, I think it’s advertised as the best thing since sliced bread because it’s not Vista. Anyways, Hey MicroSoft, Shut the Fuck up.
Also, Tumblr’s spell check does not recognize the word Cursor and… Tumblr.
Pretty sad.
Cheers,
Girl
Why are people ending their sentences with “lol” instead of periods and when the sentence isn’t even funny? What am I missing, Kids? Enlighten me. Is it akin to the weird, nervous person that laughs after everything that they say? “Can I have some water lol”!!! Listen, if you are one of these people, Stop. It’s not cute, and no one thinks that you are a jovial free spirit after reading you e-mails. They think that you need classes in punctuation, a helmet and a short bus.
And as I was typing that I realized that I’m probably not the first person to write that as either their Title or the first sentence of their post.
Anyway (or is it anywayS?) I have wanted a blog for sometime now. Since I started using Facebook more often than Myspace actually. I wonder why Facebook doesn’t have a blog on their site.
Anyway, I will hope that you like my content, the usage of words, my background design scheme (once I figure out how to use it) and my lay out.
If you don’t like one or all of the things that I have mentioned above, please feel free not to follow me. I will not be offended and I urge you not to be offended my opinions and/or content. All readers must be 18+, as well.
If you do enjoy my writings, well then WELCOME!
Cheers,
Girl
