I am....
Surrounded by fucking cheeseheads. I give up on expanding my readership to any more people than the shmuckatellies that comment on all the same entries (see What The Fuck??) So I've got my sister-in-law, my ex-roomie and her girlfriend, and ocassionally my husband when he checks to see if I'm dumping on him for some reason or another. That last part is actually a sweet deal, considering if there were any problems he would immediately fix them. Gotta love 'em. Check ya later, I'm a-hittin' the ebay like a shot of heroin between the toes. Snoog.
-- The Queen

Our first LETTER! WOO!
ok...so I am beth's sister in law. parent's think I am the weird one in the family. they just didn't understand the tall hair 20 years ago...they probably don't understand it now.

family was seemingly pissed about beth and bruce getting married...well not actually getting married, but they didn't date for 35 years ya know? I think it's cool. glad my brother didn't marry some broomstick-up-her-ass yuppy scum. Can't wait to meet her in person.

And for those of you who bitch because she doesn't post everyday by the time you think she should post.....suck my ass....get a fucking life.

love and kisses, peace or annihilation
katie


Ha Ha HAAAAAAAAAAAAA you bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaards! Someone likes me! HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Okay, so she hasn't met me yet, but we spend hours of quality time on the internet together, so NYAH.

Til later then, Smoochies--
The Queen

How I fell in Love with Ernie
He's got a blog. He knows the Bay Area (matter of fact, he mentions Fremont by NAME). He's gay. He has a better life than I. He's ERNIE, and I stumbled upon his blog by playing the linkie game early in the wee hours, and it's true what the tagline say- "Little. Yellow. Different." How I long to have the life I once had. Ya know, if I'd started a damn blog while I was in the navy, pre-wedding, I would've had a more interesting range of topics. Now it's all dinner parties, long-distance phone calls, and housewifely duties. Now, I am not complaining about my apres-nuptial life, I'm just saying that compared to the DRAMA that had occurred before I'm a freaking cup of lite yogurt. I need to find a hobby.

--The Queen

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Updated: Thursday, 11 March 2004 5:29 AM

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These are my friends, people! MY friends!
So I get a call yesterday from the bestest-best friend and she has this to tell me: there was an accident, a pile-up, her new (less than a DAY old) minivan, and a traffic helicopter leading to the six o'clock news. I've known Michelle for years now, how long I couldn't really tell you because a few of them were very inebriated, and in every accident involving her cars she had no blame whatsoever. None. The rear-ending she got in the AIMD parking lot? The other guy's fault and he gets a ticket for improper backing. Her car gets TOTALED in the AIMD parking lot by a chief in an SUV? She was in Florida on her much-earned honeymoon, there was someone else driving. I swear to god, she has the worst luck with cars but the best charmed life rating I've everfuckingseen. All I can say is that thank you cheezus they were never her fault of her insurance would be through the ROOF.

--The Queen

One of Many
I realize that I write too much about what irritates me about entertainment today. I've stopped writing about what goes on in my everyday life (not that it's much), and I'm losing touch with my inner writer. Not that there's anybody reading this, but I feel that I need to regain what audience I have. So we'l try something new today...
So I fucking slept in today. Granted, it was only a half an hour, but when you're on a mornig schedule like I am it was far too late. I stumbled up out of bed after receiving a cold wet cat nose to the foot, tripped into the kitchen, and promptly lost the sugar spoon to the deep and bottomless well that is my husband's coffee thermos. I could have cried from the sheer DUH of it. I had maybe five minutes to whip up his breakfast to go, and with as much ass as I hauled you'd think that I was the one going to work or something. Did I mention that I didn't go to sleep until just about 2 this morning?
Yeah, I'm going back to bed as soon as I'm done with my english mufin. And two loads of laundry. And a load of dishes. After I feed the cats and take a quick shower. I hate being a housewife....

--The Queen

SWEET JESUS ON A PONY!!
Why god, oh WHY must I turn on MTV to get motivated in the mornings?
Another Fucking Britney Spears video has just asaulted my senses, and I'm kinda reeling. What the hell is she supposed to be, anyway? My guess is a stewardess-slash-biker spy-slash-superhero-slash-assassin, but then I could be wrong. Guh. Would somebody PLEEZE etll that girl that sex really can't sell sometimes? Oh, how I long for the days of spandex and eye makeup...
Now, THOSE were videos.

--The Queen

The Explanation of Pop Culture Ramblings
Okay, so I never update. It's not like more than THREE people read this site anyway, but I want to explain what I'm doing here just in case someone new decides to enjoy my crap.
THIS IS ONLY
Nah. There are so many things I see on TV or hear in the news, I feel the need to put my opinions out. Believe me, if I could turn on the computer and leave it on all day, I would be posting every five minutes or so with the shit I see. Really. This was supposed to be a ergular blog, but who wants to read about the inane doings of a housewife? Nothing I do now is in any way as spectacular as the things I did before the Big Move (see Tangents from Rantsville, the older), and I freely admit that. HOWEVER, there are still some things I feel the need to crap on about, and since you're reading this, you're obviously interested. Or maybe you're lost. Either way, you're here.

--The Queen

WHAT THE FUCK????
All right, I know it's been thousands of years since I've written anyuthing to satiate the masses, but for God's sake I've been on my honeymoon! Anyway, today I have a gripe, and a MAJOR one. I was just informed this morning, through channels bought public and private, that the WB network is cancelling Angel. For NO REASON that they're giving, this season is the last of Angel and Fred and Gunn and the rest. Fucking give me a BREAK. Other than the OC ripoff One Tree Hill and the Gilmor Girls, what's really holding that network afloat? For fuck's sake!
After Angel goes off the air, I am instituting a boycott of the WB. Not until they bring Angel back, but for good. After Buffy left and went to UPN, I had to bounce between channels for the BuffyBlock, and now that Buffy's gone, they're shysting the hot salty goodness of Angel, too? WHAT ARE THEY THINKING???
So I'm boycotting the WB.
Stay tuned, where tomorrow I talk about more banal things in my life, like a California bitch I need to get down on html.

--The Queen

More than One? Gotta be Friday Night!
Jesus I hate the weekend, especially all alone. Thanks okay, at least I'm getting drunk tomorrow night to forget the fact that the fucking NAVY bumped my husband's flight back until THURSDAY. AT ONE AM, for fuck's sake. Yippee, I think that I'm going to binge eat now...
But before I stuff my face with some yummalicious sandwichy goodness, I must comment again.
While I sit here and watch tv until the appropriate time for the Evening Phone Call (capital letters, please and thankyew), MTV2 has the most controversial videos on. BAH. Of course, because I am bored, I watched. You know, Britney Spears' voice has gotten HIGHER since "One More Time". No joke. Listen and tell me that my brain is shorting out.

--The Queen

The Denouncement of the Fauxhawk
What the FUCK is this new thing with the fauxhawk? It's like the new edgy hairstyle for rich people, and oh my GOD it looks hideous. You want a damn mohawk, shave your fucking head and DO IT RIGHT. Shaving your head, now THAT'S edgy. Just add a little liquid eyeliner and a fucking RANCID patch on your shoulder and you're retro-cool. Jesus.
It's going to be a long night, kids. There may be more.

--The Queen