And One More Makes 150!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mood:  caffeinated
THERE'S A GUY ON MY BACK PORCH!!!!!!
WE'RE ON THE SECOND FLOOR!!!!!!!!
HE WON'T GO AWAY AND HE'S MAKING LOTS OF NOISE!!!
CAN YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?

Oh yeah, and the extra-special happy note of my day? Right before I go to sleep? Dear God, David Boreanaz, the hottest of the hot, will be on a new TV show!!!!!
How much you wanta bet he'll be pigeonholed as Angel and the show will never make past the first half-season? Anybody? Bets? Anyone?

Oh yeah, and this Jackass too. GOD how I love stumbling this early in the morning. Maybe I can find more....

I AM AWAKE NOW
This is the BEST. LINK. EVER.
Especially if you're Batman, who will laugh his ass off. Actually, I laughed MY ass off, and I try to be tolerant of internet people.
Stop Vampire Hate
I reccommend the guest book, because it made me giggle. Lots of giggles. Like, TONS of giggling goodness. I myself was going to post something, but why should I when I kan speel reealley grate?

Why I Don't Vote
Now Playing: Follow You Down, Gin Blossoms
According to MSN. com, the vote is now Kerry 221, Bush 269. A quick trip to Yahoo! points out that the vote is now Kerry 252, Bush 254. This in the matter of seconds it takes me to surf from one page to another and refresh one of the TWO FUCKING PAGES I have open.
Just figured if everyone else is writing about it, I feel I should cover something too.
BTW, it's 2:38 AM here.

Bytes
Even as down in the dumps as I am, I can't stop blogging. Go figure.
Currently thinking about:
1. Bush is taking the election. As of right now, it's 269 Bush, 211 Kerry. The vote map looks like a fucking white stripes flag.
2. Ashlee Simpson. God love her, she can play it off all she wants, but she got caught. Rich people ALWAYS have an excuse, don't they just?
3. The departed Colonel Mustard. Yall know he'll be back, but the WHEN of the matter is a matter of discussion. But oh yes, you know he'll be back.
4. A short story that popped into my head a few minutes ago that I need to write about before I forget. I think I'll call it "Darker, WI".
5. The fact that I am a ridiculous romantic. I keep hearing love songs with violins on my Winamp and I keep thinking about my husband. I am SUCH a sap.
6. The drunk voting post on Amalah's page. GOD, I could read her all day and keep laughing. I wish I had humor. Lots and lots of humor. SCADS of humor.
7. The fact that it is 1:16 AM right now and I can't sleep because of my new weight-loss pills.
8. My new weight loss pills, Leptopril. It's like Leptoprin, but it's the WalMart version. It says on the bottle "NOT for use as a casual dieting aid." That's a little frightening, but if I visualize hard enough I can feel the pounds melting away. Actually, no. But I can't have any more caffeine with these. NO MORE SODA.
9. The fact that I have yet to post the answers to PMW 6. Soon enough, I'll get to it. Maybe tomorrow morning when I'm all hopped up on Leptopril.
10. My MOM is coming, yall. My MOM. Must clean house. Every day. Must have SPOTLESS house. Must NOT freak out. Also, have nothing to wera. Must buy big-girl clothes to be seen in public in.
11. The Halloween party we went to on Saturday night. I shan't go into the details because of certain things, but I will say this: Invited on Tuesday, decided to go at 8:30 PM that night, and then spent an HOUR AND A HALF sitting around because the hub-unit wanted a costume and couldn't find anything because it was the night BEFORE Halloween. And what does he decide on after pouting for an hour and fifteen minutes? A russian mail-order bride. I never, NEVER want to see my man with boobs and ugle makeup again. EVER. He did, however, get felt up a lot, and that was funny. And Space Ghost? GREAT COSTUME.
And now I've stopped thinking. Must find map of Wisconsin...

Mood:  blue
It's raining. HARD. The wind is blowing.
I am depressed, and will be taking a few days off from blogging maniacally.
I hate Mondays.

Prove Me Wrong 6
Now Playing: Anna Begins, Counting Crows
Topic: Prove Me Wrong
The human disease kuru, which is caused by a filterable particle, is found in the Fore speaking people of New Guinea. The disease is perpetuated through the practice of cannibalism. These people eat the bodies of their own dead. Because only the women and children eat the brains, kuru is usually not found in the adult male population. Kuru has a slow onset and is manifested by cerebellar signs and shaking ataxia. Death occurs with 18 to 24 months. Kuru is also known as "The Laughing Disease".

Eegah
I'm not good with pain.
Well, not good with pain that I didn't justly visit upon myself. For instance; my tattoos. I've got 12 of 'em. They hurt a wee bit, but since I paid for them it didn't bother me in the slightest. Same thing with my piercings. Or when I trip on something and slam chest-first into the doorjamb, which I have done on numerous occasions in our three doorjamb apartment.
But surgery pain, I have no say in. I mean, I could have said NO GET THE SCRAPER AWAY FROM ME, but then the hub-unit would have lost his everluvvin mind on a daily basis worrying that I would just up and DIE on him in a week, or worse yet get cancer and die slowly and horribly in a few years. Seriously, he was THAT nervous. How many times a DAY did I tell him, and yall for that matter, that it was a MINOR thing?
However, it doesn't FEEL minor. And better yet? It hurts worse with the monthly hoodang happening before I'm totally okay. OWOWOWOWOWOWOW. God bless Motrin. And not the skinny little crapomotrin that you buy at the store, I'm talking about the blessed ginormous 800 mg fuckers that the navy hands out like mini Snickers at every turn.
So I'm sitting here at the computer, trying to enjoy my onion bagel with salmon cream cheese (kiss me QUICK, right?) and my cup of coffee, and I am cramping so bad and my cervix is on super-retaliation mode because muscle squeezings are BAD for healing stuff, and I'm just a-waitin for the shit to kick in. And because I will have blessed non-pain, I will probably go back to bed because I have the sniffles and I woke up at 3 freaking AM all bubbles and brightness, which is slowly fading.
But first, I have some posts to post, know what I mean?

Now Playing: Pieces of the Night, Gin Blossoms
(cue neener-neener music)
We got the CSI Season 4, We got the CSI Season 4...
The reason I'm gloating is because yesterday NetFlix (love it, you must try it you must) sent me a notice telling me that I should check out the CSI Season 4 which they would add to my overbearing (okay, 271) list of movies if I wanted. I said YES! DEAR GOD I MUST HAVE THE CSI, I MUST HAVE GRISSOM BACK IN MY LIFE!
But then I realized that if it was on NetFlix, I could just go buy it at WalMart, which was probably more prudent, as the Halloween weekend was coming up and we weren't planning much from Friday on.
Thus began the Great CSI Hunt.
WalMart, KMart, Blockbuster, our local DVD section at the NEX.... Zippo. Nuthin. Nada.
Fuckers.
Apparently, the distributor didn't think that this damn Island was that important, because according to my sources in the DVD underworld, the fucking set was released on the 12th of this month. Not up here it wasn't. Fuckers.
That's okay though, that's what one-day shipping is for on Amazon.com, who I was boycotting up until I realized that they had CSI Season 4. But moving on...
I finally got my firt decent night's sleep last night. I woke up completely functionable and with wide eyes this morning, borderline perky, and so today I am CLEANING. Like, the major kind of cleaning that you have to do to the house after you've been sick for EVER and the shit has just piled up around everywhere kind of cleaning. And, must write out checks for bills. And should probably do laundry, as I have a party to attend this evening and have no clean fat clothes left to wear that doesn't have an elastic waistband and the woed DANSKIN across the butt.
Also? Am having a mom-panic-attack. She's coming up here for TEN DAYS, and while I'll be okay three or four days before she gets here, I am freaking out now. I'm SO afraid the house isn't going to be clean enough, that I'm going to be too fat, that my cooking is suddenly going to suck more than normal stuff sucks, that she's going to be bored, you name it and I'm LOSING MY MIND about it.
Don't get me wrong, Mom won't be disappointed with anything I do, simply because I am Married and a Housewife. I capitalize these things because to her, this is a Major Accomplishment in Queenie's Life. Sure. But that does not stop me from LOSING MY FUCKING MIND at this point in time. I'll be fine the day before she shows, but right now? Am going insane. I'll get over it.
Guess I should go find a Prove Me Wrong for this week.

Prove Me Wrong 5 Answers
Now Playing: King of Wishful Thinking, Go West
Topic: Prove Me Wrong
NO ONE WROTE IN!!!!
Guess what? They're all right. So, instead of awarding points to the NO ONE who wrote in, I'll try a different tactic: If you can find the articles where I picked up this info, send me the link and I'll give points to the one that's closest to where I found it. If not, TTHHHHHBBPPPT. Try again next time.