Because People Amuse Me …

Here’s a list of sites that I visit daily. I love observing the crazy side of human behavior.

Passive-Aggressive Notes

Found Magazine Online

St. Louis Drunks (Cuz my town is Anheuser-Buschville)

Found Grocery Lists

Oh, and check out the things I did last night!

 

 

Clean. Smitten. Funny Link.

Title says it all.

I is a clean kitty. You should still get tested. It’s the right thing to do. Especially if you’re whorin. Or your partner is whorin.

Zilla … he’s amazing. We had a great conversation last night. I spent the night at his crib for the first time. I woke up … and I didn’t want to rush off. That was the first time that’s ever happened to me when I’ve stayed over at a guy’s house. That is … BIG. Real big.

Cockbag is infatuated with Hot Chicks with Douchebags. I kind of agree. The blog’s writer, known as “Douchebag1″ is hot, funny, and very literate. We digs him.

Also, I want to go on vacation.

And a cookie.

(Clarification: I want a cookie. Not to go on a cookie. That would be gross. Although going on a vacation and having cookies would be a perfect combination.)

That Time Again. And a House Full of Gays.

This weekend, my ex (and current housemate), who I am still friends with (I call him WestEnder, although Grouchy McBitchPants may work better and be more fun to say) has invited his boyfriend T-Rex (giggle) to come stay the weekend.

I have also invited Zilla to come and stay with me – as he does every weekend. 

My house is going to be chock full o’ gays. It should be fun.

Also, it’s Father’s Day. If you’re blessed with the good fortune  of having a father who is living (don’t ever take this for granted) make sure to send him a card. It won’t take any of your stinking free time, and it will make his week. Promise. Even if he is mean. He’ll still appreciate it deep down in his lil Grinch heart.

Finally, yearly hiv/std test time. I got stuck yesterday, should find something out asap. Keep me in your prayers, please, and make sure to get tested regularly. It’s your civic duty.

Finally. Today, I am tired. And stressed. And I laid down on my concrete floor covered by disgusting blue high-wear carpet in my office and took a nap. DesignDiva walked in, scared the hell out of me, and made me have something that resembled a seizure.

Since I’ve Been Gone

I’m dating someone. He’s amazing. And a ginger. And it’s odd to find myself smitten.

I am on a quest to lose weight. It’s going well.

I am nearing the completion of my first school year of my second master’s degree.

The new fella – Zilla – has gotten me completely and sickly addicted to playing American Idol: Karaoke Revolution on my Wii.

I’m addicted to the Wii. From Smash Brothers to Wii Fit to basic Wii Tennis, it’s like cocaine, but doesn’t have that nasty nose side effect stuff.

I’ve been catching old reruns of Buffy. God I miss that show.

I’ve been purchasing and reading my favorite books from my childhood – and I’m still loving them.

I saw “The Strangers” and it scared the hell out of me. There’s a lot of hell in me – that was a major task.

I reconnected last night with an old friend – s00zi – and it was so rewarding.

Isis and IcyBlues had a baby – named Aiko – and she’s beautiful and perfect.

I voted for Obama – I hope he’s not the AntiChrist, but I don’t think he is.

ROBBED

“Sweeney Todd” beating “Juno” for Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy at the Golden Globes was the fucking lamest thing I’ve ever seen.WTF?And what the hell is La Vie en Rose and why did some old battle axe beat Ellen Page, who was fantastic in Juno?I hate awards shows because the stupid Hollywood machine is so far out of touch with what the general populace feels makes a “good” movie. I liked Sweeney Todd – don’t get me wrong – but most of that had to do with seeing Johnny Depp. Juno was brilliant, funny, charming, touching, and dealt with issues that people have every day.Sweeney Todd was a remake of a musical – nothing original about it. Juno was. Ellen Page rocked, and if Johnny Depp wants to celebrate his Golden Globe win by sleeping with me, I’ll happily indulge him. But he’s crazy, so I’d definitely sleep with one eye open.