my sons, my cat named Chicken, love songs & slowdancing
Those Girls, music, live music, road trips, road tripping with Those Girls to see/hear live music, live 80's rock/hair metal, being a nurse
people watching, sarcasm, bowling, Car Karaoke, Ninja Warrior, big words, Love Spell by Victoria's Secret, the music of Richard Marx, naps, coffee with Splenda and extra cream, metaphorically poking stupid people with sticks, TETRIS, knowing things I'm not supposed to, dive bars with jukeboxes, vulgar language, baking, mashed potatoes, the proper use of question marks, camping/float trips, Sharpies, my Oktoberfests, obnoxious/sarcastic/crude T-shirts, Nintendo Wii and consequently Guitar Hero III, scavenger hunts, the Stratford Bar & Grill, confusing those who are easily confused, using 0.5mm mechanical pencils and click erasers, rainbows, obnoxious T-shirts, Krispy Kreme's, pedicures, pin-ups, tanzanite, perusing home decor catalogs and pretending that I'm independently wealthy, organization everywhere BUT in my car, the music of Lionel Richie, irony, self-inflicted high maintenance, coffee table books, pirates, not acting my age, 1880's Victorian garb, ass gaskets, stilettos, tattoos, Smirnoff vodka & Diet Dew.
My sons...
For those about to ROCK, I salute you.
..
..
I ♥ Tshirts.
WANTED: The woman below is wearing my crown, AND had enough nerve to steal my cupholder idea. (Ask around, I've been doin' it for years. How many people do you know who can take a sip from a long neck without removing it from said holder?) If anyone knows who she is... tell her to KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF. Thank you.
I'm all about meeting new people, but...
POMPOUS, SELF-RIGHTEOUS RANT: (... because I heard that you MySpace peeps dig rules like this!! *sarcasm* Besides... I can't WAIT to become your superficial cyber friend!!) Please don't add me then just expect me to do the same. If your list of friends is made up entirely of chicks in provacative clothing and poses, you won't be added. It's called a "FRIENDS" LIST people, not the "I'M COOL NOW BECAUSE I HAVE ALL THESE CHICKS ON MY LIST" List. The premise behind MySpace is to meet new people, but adding people just to be adding them kinda defeats the whole purpose of finding people with similar interests, doesn't it? Why do I even care about similar interests? What's the point in having a gazillion friends if I'm gonna have to wade through 2,578,314 bulletins a day trying to find the stuff I'm INTERESTED in?!? SLUDGERS: If I can't figure out who you are by your screen name and/or profile, I might deny ya. If that happens to you and if I *shoulda* known who you are, but didn't, just drop me a line. I go all-out TARD like that sometimes. Sorry! Hell... drop me a line anyway. We'll catch up.
Bands and Musicians... I won't be adding you unless I've heard OF you, HEARD you, or WANNA hear ya. Ya herr me?!
Just so ya know... I'm also the world's biggest hypocrite. If I see you around and know you and/or know OF you, consider yourself added.
That being said, once you're in... YOU'RE IN! Being my MySpace friend is easy! Easy like Sunday Morning! Easier than anything you've seen in ANY late-night infomercial! "It never needs cleaning!" "It's safe & effective... and not available in stores!" What does that mean to you, my MySpace consumer? I'll never delete you from my list for inactivity! You won't ever find a bulletin from me boohoo'ing about how people won't comment or talk to me and how I'm gonna delete everyone who doesn't run over and kiss my ass. Don't wanna comment or email? Don't! "It practically runs itself with little to no effort!" It's better than Ron Popeil and his Showtime Family Rotisseri! "You just set it, and forget it!" "Hurry! While supplies last!" "One size fits most."
The only exception to the above rule of never deleting anyone? Send around/forward one of those ignorant chain letter bulletins and see how fast your stupid ass gets deleted. Jesus isn't gonna ban you from eternal bliss because you didn't forward it to 10 people within 3 minutes. You're not gonna meet your soul mate within 14 days simply because you followed all the rules and sent the damn thing. Some scary, ghost bitch isn't gonna come lookin' to steal your soul in the middle of the night because you didn't resend it... BUT, I'll warn ya now that I'm gonna take offense to the fact that you don't have a problem forwarding her little curse on to me so she can come and steal MY soul in the middle of the night. Fuck you for that. What kinda "friend" ARE you?
TO THOSE OF YOU LEAVING COMMENTS: Comments containing very WIDE/large images *may* be deleted. Nothing personal... I just don't want all my shit squished to the left.
Dear Tom, ..
Thanks for whatever glitch/virus that erased my shit...
Really... this is great...
I'd hang out here and fix it, except that I just noticed that RICHARD MARX is online. I think I'll head over there and see what he's up to. I *am* his biggest fan and all... ..
..If I should ever come up in conversation with him though, don't mind him when he says, "Tina who?" He misunderstood me when I said LU. *nodding*