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The Countess

I am here for Friends

About Me

So, regardless of my on-line status and local zip, you would do well to refrain from "what up"ping or "what's good"ing me... as my response, if any, will more than likely be bitchy, and also well deserved. (Because what's up, and what's good? Probably not so much you.) I'm not too thrilled about this, I hope my pushy little massage therapist friends (you know who you are!) appreciate my unadulturated display of self. Um, so as previously stated, I like the kind of friends I can see and call up and go out with on a Tuesday night. Making friends via the interweb strikes me as kind of movie-in-my-headish, and my real life is SO incredibly exciting and thrilling and lovely as it is... I guess I don't choo-choo-choose this, making friends I can't see who are more than likely lying through they're teeth about who they are anyway... My God, there is a virtual universe at my command right now, and I'm saying it's not real enough for me? I sound like I've never read a Phillip K Dick book! And I have! I'm such a geek, the freakin' INTERWEB isn't geeky enough for me, OK? So you can take your holier than thou computer geekism and shove it, ok? Because I AM THE MISANTHROPIC NIMOM OF DESTRUCTRUCTION AND MISERY!

My Interests

I am interested in a great number of interesting things, including but not limited to; bowling with Mexican prostitutes; eating delicious food like mangos and carbs; consuming large quantities of coffee; the crappy state of the average American lifestyle; the tower of babel (i mean the real one, not some crappy local band!); anything having to do with Neil Giaman; moving to England, but I'll settle for Canada; being misanthropic and weird; how I am a general pain in the ass, and why I don't get paid for it.To play the Devil's advocate, here are some of my anti-interests; famous people; my own grammatical errors; what brand your purse is, and how much it cost; lip gloss; how fat your ass is; thing that suck; people that suck; the drama that people feel the need to create in life; bullshit.

I'd like to meet:

Um, most of the people I want to meet I already know. Two words; JONNY CRITON. I'll say it again; JONNY CRITON. I love him so. David Bowie. He'd be fun. Morrissey, although I'm afraid he'd be a dissapointment (We GET it already, you're in love with yourself). My evil twin, that'd be pretty fuckin' cool. And Jesus; he sounds like a good guy. I can better tell you who I DON'T want to meet, and that is probably the likes of Steven Tyler, people who suck, and my good twin (fuck her!). Oh, and YOU, if you're not someone I already know. All the friends on my friend list? People I already know. Even Ping. I really don't want you in my universe, ok? So I guess what I'm saying is this; I'll see you in hell.

Music:

The kind that doesn't suck. Quite frankly, if you're really that interested in what kind of music I like, you are probably too shallow for me to talk to. On the other hand, if you don't like Joy Division, Nicole Blackman, or Lenord Cohen, I'm probably too shallow to talk to you.

Movies:

Any movie that bears no resemblence to my real life, as I've decided to become an escapist. Also, the movie in my friend Father Ted's Head, which is SOO much better than the one in mine!

Television:

Mmmm, TV... Since the sci-fi channel canceled Farscape, and I've seen all 12 episodes of the Young Ones more times than I can count, I can pretty much do without TV. ALL TELEVISION MUST DIE!!!! except the simpsons. I'll hang on to them. most of adult swim. I'll keep that, too.

Books:

The Bell Jar. American Gods. Naked Lunch. Pride & Prejudice. The Spider & the Fly. Hitchiker's Guide. The Belgariad. Black Jewels Trilogy. Ender's Game. Cat's Eye. 100 Years of Solitude. A Scanner Darkly. The Anatomy Coloring Book. The Book of Answers. Animal Dreams. Le Morte de Arthur. The Illustrated Woman. The Crococdile Bird.

Heroes:

The Jerky Boys. The Beastie Boys. Not Madonna. My Mom. Maybe yours, too, depending on how much of a pain you were growing up. Oh, and Jonny Criton, of course.

My Blog

Here's a little story called "I'm crazy"

And it goes like this....I will never be comfortable not working. This is because I need to know that I have money, albeit not very much money, of my own making. I will never be comfortable not paying...
Posted by The Countess on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 11:18:00 PST

The suckfest that is my uterus....

It's making me insane. I mean, completely, utterly crazy. And I mean "crazy" in the way Heather says it, like she's singing; "CRAAAAAAZEEEE!!!!!". And I mean utterly like utterly, not in the bovine se...
Posted by The Countess on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 07:52:00 PST

How sweet it is....

To be clever. To share your misery. To sleep. To escape. To be a child. To take the blame. To have & to hold. To be married.
Posted by The Countess on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 06:02:00 PST

Hitched

So, I'm married.That was so much easier to type than it was to accomplish.....somewhere around avoiding everyone that wasn't Least Favorite or Genghis, I'm pretty sure lost 1/2 my brain. To prove my ...
Posted by The Countess on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 06:37:00 PST

Hitched

So, I'm married.That was so much easier to type than it was to accomplish.....somewhere around avoiding everyone that wasn't Least Favorite or Genghis, I'm pretty sure lost 1/2 my brain. To prove my ...
Posted by The Countess on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 06:38:00 PST

EGO BABIES!!!!!

For those of you who don't know, an ego baby is how one filty, shoeless hippie decsribed the macho guy phenomina. You know, the "I have a big, loud truck and a very little dick" guy? Yah. I was trying...
Posted by The Countess on Thu, 11 May 2006 04:05:00 PST

Phiggity-Phiggity-Phat ass

So, as has sometimes happened, Least Favorite & I are in the same boat, as before I read her blogs, I had this brilliant idea to discuss how the zygote makes me eat crap. And, because I have to be for...
Posted by The Countess on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 05:02:00 PST

News from the dungeon...

So, this being my first MyWaste extravaganza in awhile, here is some information&. -Having a torrid affair with Mr. Thrifty, my new pet Skely-ton. Hes only 3ft tall, but man, does he know about boni...
Posted by The Countess on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 05:03:00 PST

and the points go to the big, bad world...

So, my Smudgette is moving out. That, in the movie in my head at least, is all I reallyhave to say about it. The movie in my head is fan-friggin'-tastic. I'm so damn cool about it. The story that is m...
Posted by The Countess on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 07:27:00 PST

Inevitably, it's christmas time... and it's sucking my ass...

Yes, yes, it's the most wonderful time of the year, complete with holy crap load of wonderland-esq snow that managed to ooze into my goofy grown up shoes, as I literally shovel the snow off ...
Posted by The Countess on Sat, 10 Dec 2005 08:28:00 PST