Lets see.....what can I tell you about that you don't already know....hmmm.....you know about bipolar woman....she seems to have moved on to my friend, poor girl, I could only console her and give her advise from the trauma bipolar has put me through.
Mangey's computer still seems to be down, so please go to her blog and show that you have read and reread her entries, it will make her feel loved when she comes back on line!! Either that or I can pretend to be her and blog about something totally odd, even for me or her for that matter! But I won't be that evil, I couldn't do that to her, I have felt her vengence before, and its not pretty.
I finally purchased the new Harry Potter dvd today, and while I was in the purchasing mode, I also purchased Van Helsing, even though some people have said it sucked..(ha ha no pun intended) I still needed to have it. Just because. I also tried to purchase a winter solstice gift for Satan (as we are not celebrating Christmas) but the store didn't carry Grand Theft Auto, San Andres....however they did have the book of cheats for the game.....so I got that for him....although I don't know what good it will do if he doesn't have the game...."look Satan, here is the cheats for a game you wish you could play...be a good boy now and go look at the pictures in your cheat book!!" No, I will purchase the actual game for him, even if I have to purchase on line when I am running out of time to purchase gifts.....
Ok, well that is about all my excitement....too much for you all to handle ( you all....WTF, have I been reading Non Girlfriend's blog too much and I am writing in a subliminal Texan accent!!)...guess I will go make some dinner now....
Monday, November 29, 2004
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Two Days of Absolutely Nothing!!!!
As I have nothing new to talk about being I have been in my house now for two days straight only to be let out to check the mail...I have been looking at the Quizez to do....oh yeah, and I watched some movies; Freaky Friday, with Lindsey Lohan (why, oh why did I watch this?), I started to watch the 1st Freaky Friday with Jodi Foster..but couldn't get past the first 30 minutes, but I also watched Bridget Jones' Diary...and watched the 40 most awesomely bad Metal songs ever....watched my soap that was on yesterday....watched Marilyn Manson I had tivoed on David Letterman...oh yeah, tried waxing my legs...that is the most painful thing I think I have ever done to myself..it took me two hours to do one leg, and I still have the other leg to go, maybe I will do that today with the other tub of wax I have.......and quizzed myself out...so enjoy the following quizzez I found on my weekend of absolutely nothing....
Friday, November 26, 2004
What Underworld Character Are You
SELENE: You are selene!
Beautiful, vivacious,
fierce and seductive, Selene vowed she would
destroy Lycans after her family was murdered by
the werewolves. So ruthless is she that selene
is a member of the Death Dealers. This elite
Vampire warrior class's mission is to make the
Lycans extinct.
Ever wish you could be a
vampire?
Which UNDERWORLD character are you?
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What Song Describes Your Opinon in Love
Closer--- Nine Inch NailsYou let me violate you,you let me desecrate you,you let me penetrate you,you let me complicate you.
Help me! I broke apart my insides.Help me! Ive got no soul to sell.Help me! The only thing that works for me,help me get away from myself!
I want to fuck you like an animal.I want to feel you from the inside.I want to fuck you like an animal.My whole existence is flaud.You get me closer to god.
You can have my isolation,you can have the hate that it brings,you can have my absence of faith,you can have my everything.
Help me! You tear down my reason.Help me! So its your sex I can smell.Help me! You make me perfect.Help me become somebody else!
I want to fuck you like an animal.I want to feel you from the inside.I want to fuck you like an animal.My whole existence is flaud.You get me closer to god.
What song describes your opinion in love?
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Figures....
You are Vlad the Impaler. The man behind the legend
of Dracula. You hanged your victims, stretched
them on the rack, burned them at the stake,
boiled them alive, but mostly impaled them.
Most of your killings were politically targeted
but sometimes you killed just because you were
bored. Your "reign of terror" lasted
from 1456 to 1462. Estimated numbers of victims
vary between 30,000 and more than 100,000.Evil Evil man. Fie on you!
Which Imfamous criminal are you?
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God Damn Your Righteous Hand.....
Thanksgiving blows...
I don't understand this fake holiday, fake in the fact that this is the only day where most fuck heads that don't give a shit about anyone decide to act like righteous do gooders and act caring and loving to the rest of us. Case in point: people who you rarely speak to as they don't give a damn about you the rest of the year ask you what you will be doing on thanksgiving, and act like they care about your answer..to them I say fuck you, I am doing the same ole shit I have been doing this whole god damn year....did you give a flying fuck on those days???
Why do we feel we have this need to spend a day with people we really can't stand, and end the day so pissed off we can't wait to get home...(maybe thats the reason we are saying thanks, thanks we don't have to live with these people)
Why do people spend countless hours fretting about the food they have to prepare for this one day...do we normally freak out when we have dinner the rest of the year?? Do people cook turkey other times of the year? Maybe if they did, they wouldn't have this huge anxiety about cooking the bird on this day...you have the whole year to get this cooking thing down...why do you keep putting it off until Thanksgiving??
Why do the news media decide to cover the homeless on this day (and of course christmas) at the soup kitchen, getting their turkey dinner surved by the "good hearted" people who gave up their Thanksgiving (and christmas) to serve the food to the homeless...Where the fuck is the news media covering the homeless the rest of the year when they are standing in line at the soup kitchen for their food, as the real "good hearted" people are there serving them....where did the rest of the good hearted people go? Back to their selfish life so they can forget about the homeless for the rest of the year as they feel their one good deed a year has been filled...so they can walk by the homeless person they fed on thanksgiving the rest of the year and give them a flithy look and not put change in their cup, and mutter get a job loser......
Ah yes, Thanksgiving, that fake holiday....it always brings out the best in me......
I don't understand this fake holiday, fake in the fact that this is the only day where most fuck heads that don't give a shit about anyone decide to act like righteous do gooders and act caring and loving to the rest of us. Case in point: people who you rarely speak to as they don't give a damn about you the rest of the year ask you what you will be doing on thanksgiving, and act like they care about your answer..to them I say fuck you, I am doing the same ole shit I have been doing this whole god damn year....did you give a flying fuck on those days???
Why do we feel we have this need to spend a day with people we really can't stand, and end the day so pissed off we can't wait to get home...(maybe thats the reason we are saying thanks, thanks we don't have to live with these people)
Why do people spend countless hours fretting about the food they have to prepare for this one day...do we normally freak out when we have dinner the rest of the year?? Do people cook turkey other times of the year? Maybe if they did, they wouldn't have this huge anxiety about cooking the bird on this day...you have the whole year to get this cooking thing down...why do you keep putting it off until Thanksgiving??
Why do the news media decide to cover the homeless on this day (and of course christmas) at the soup kitchen, getting their turkey dinner surved by the "good hearted" people who gave up their Thanksgiving (and christmas) to serve the food to the homeless...Where the fuck is the news media covering the homeless the rest of the year when they are standing in line at the soup kitchen for their food, as the real "good hearted" people are there serving them....where did the rest of the good hearted people go? Back to their selfish life so they can forget about the homeless for the rest of the year as they feel their one good deed a year has been filled...so they can walk by the homeless person they fed on thanksgiving the rest of the year and give them a flithy look and not put change in their cup, and mutter get a job loser......
Ah yes, Thanksgiving, that fake holiday....it always brings out the best in me......
Monday, November 22, 2004
Vampsicle
I am techno challenged. I have tried to burn a cd and all I did was install it to my computer. So now my computer has the cd on it, but I can't for the life of me try and burn it onto a cd. I then went to itunes as I received a free gift card of 5 free music downloads....oh my god....I can't even do that....what is wrong with me.....I am a download retard!
However, I was able to update Mangey's fave list and set up her groovie list. But I wouldn't have been able to do that if Liz hadn't walked me through it when I first set up my blog....
In other news....it is so fucking freezing here today. My hands are so frozen, I think I need to put on my gloves in the house. I have the heater on, but it seems not to be working on me. I think my poor dogs would take there fur off if they could, as I am sure it feels like a sauna in here to them. But to me, I feel like I am sitting inside an ice chest!! There is still ice stuck to my car and it is 11:30 in the morning!! I think the few hummingbirds that are still here are even wearing booties and scarves today!
Ok, must try and get some work done...it is my office day today....however the low body heat that I am experiencing is not making me want to do much office work. I don't think I would last too long on the frozen tundra...so if I am a plane crash victim and I happen to crash in a snow capped mountain range, and I survive, and if you happen to be on my plane and feel the need to be a cannibal to survive, all I ask is if you will wait till I am dead before you begin eating me. Although I will be so frozen, I am sure I won't even feel you gorging on me as I lie in the snow wallowing in my frozen misery..........
So I guess I will go back to trying to burn these cds...I am pathetic.....
However, I was able to update Mangey's fave list and set up her groovie list. But I wouldn't have been able to do that if Liz hadn't walked me through it when I first set up my blog....
In other news....it is so fucking freezing here today. My hands are so frozen, I think I need to put on my gloves in the house. I have the heater on, but it seems not to be working on me. I think my poor dogs would take there fur off if they could, as I am sure it feels like a sauna in here to them. But to me, I feel like I am sitting inside an ice chest!! There is still ice stuck to my car and it is 11:30 in the morning!! I think the few hummingbirds that are still here are even wearing booties and scarves today!
Ok, must try and get some work done...it is my office day today....however the low body heat that I am experiencing is not making me want to do much office work. I don't think I would last too long on the frozen tundra...so if I am a plane crash victim and I happen to crash in a snow capped mountain range, and I survive, and if you happen to be on my plane and feel the need to be a cannibal to survive, all I ask is if you will wait till I am dead before you begin eating me. Although I will be so frozen, I am sure I won't even feel you gorging on me as I lie in the snow wallowing in my frozen misery..........
So I guess I will go back to trying to burn these cds...I am pathetic.....
Thursday, November 18, 2004
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A Few Things That Happened On The Way To Work.....
Its been a very hectic week, and its Friday tomorrow!! Woo Hoo!! And I get my hair colored tomorrow!! YIPPEEE!! I am back in track with school, and have been trying to put in as many hours as I can there, one reason I have been missing in action in the blogsphere.
I have 100 hours down with school, 500 more to go! YAY!!!!
Recent sightings this week:
Benjamin Bratt walking in the Haight going into a natural food store (or was that last week, these past weeks have run into each other)
a woman that SHOULD NOT have been wearing thong underwear...you know its bad, when the so called thong underwear that is supposed to be hiding the so called panty line, is the panty line in the too tight of pants this woman had wedged herself into! (reminded me not to eat that chocolate chip cookie that looked fab at the time)
a woman putting on mascara in her rear view mirror, driving, and talking on her cell phone (that was glued to her ear with her other hand) (WTF, are you driving with your feet or your knees?)
man walking down the street in San Francisco wearing bright bright yellow, and pulling his shirt up over his head to wear his shirt like the flying nun hat (oh yes, he was crazy)
These are just a few of the wacked out people I came across this week, and yes Mr. Bratt was in the mix, being he was in that celebrity, "I'm a celebrity, don't notice me, but do you notice me, but don't notice me, but do you think you noticed me" mode.......
and the beat goes on.........
I have 100 hours down with school, 500 more to go! YAY!!!!
Recent sightings this week:
Benjamin Bratt walking in the Haight going into a natural food store (or was that last week, these past weeks have run into each other)
a woman that SHOULD NOT have been wearing thong underwear...you know its bad, when the so called thong underwear that is supposed to be hiding the so called panty line, is the panty line in the too tight of pants this woman had wedged herself into! (reminded me not to eat that chocolate chip cookie that looked fab at the time)
a woman putting on mascara in her rear view mirror, driving, and talking on her cell phone (that was glued to her ear with her other hand) (WTF, are you driving with your feet or your knees?)
man walking down the street in San Francisco wearing bright bright yellow, and pulling his shirt up over his head to wear his shirt like the flying nun hat (oh yes, he was crazy)
These are just a few of the wacked out people I came across this week, and yes Mr. Bratt was in the mix, being he was in that celebrity, "I'm a celebrity, don't notice me, but do you notice me, but don't notice me, but do you think you noticed me" mode.......
and the beat goes on.........
Saturday, November 13, 2004
This is Home, This is Mean Street
Had a conversation with Mangey today about an evil rapist that was on the loose in AZ, and the conversation turned to how we make sure we are aware of our surroundings, and how important it is to do this when we women are by ourselves.
Case in point: the other week I was coming back to the parking garage in San Francisco, and was paying my ticket at the little pay station before going back to my car. As I was paying, out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone "hovering" a little to close for my liking. I turned around and there was this middle aged kinda weirdo looking guy staring at me. He wasn't in line, he was just staring...Ok whatever freak I was thinking. So I start walking over to the elevator, (figures I am parked on the 9th floor) I push the button for the elevator, when all of a sudden here comes freakazoidweirdo still acting weird. Now, I am thinking he paid for his parking ticket a little to fast to be at the elevator with me already. So I turn around and glare at him. And he just kinda does his weirdo stare back at me. And we are the only two at this elevator. Ok, I am getting the not good feeling vibe starting. So, I turn around and walk away as there is another set of elevators on the other side of the parking lot, and if said freakazoid weirdo is thinking of being weird at me or to me, he is going to have to come catch me. I am not easy prey fuck head. So needless to say, he realized I was on to his freakazoidweirdo thing and didn't follow me.
So to all of my home girls out there when you are by yourself, be careful and aware of those freakazoidweirdos out there. Don't put yourself into a situation you don't really want to be in. I could have taken my chances and gotten into the elevator with FZW, and he could have been harmless, but ya know, I don't want to find out if he isn't...and walking out of my way to the other set of elevators is a lot easier than having to kick someone's ass in an elevator that I wasn't in the mood to do.
It also really sucks that men don't have this having to be "aware" vibe. As when I went to see Marilyn Manson the other week with Satan and our friend Chris, we are walking down Market Street in SF, and I am doing my usual it is Market Street so I am going to walk fast so if anyone is going to mess with me, your gonna have to catch me walk, and Satan and Chris are both wondering why I am walking so fast. So I tell them that this is my normal "city" walk. They were like, well you don't have to walk that fast now, you are with us. But it totally sucks that us as women feel that we have to be on guard from weirdos, creeps, and freaks at all times.
So just be careful out there on those mean streets sistas!
Case in point: the other week I was coming back to the parking garage in San Francisco, and was paying my ticket at the little pay station before going back to my car. As I was paying, out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone "hovering" a little to close for my liking. I turned around and there was this middle aged kinda weirdo looking guy staring at me. He wasn't in line, he was just staring...Ok whatever freak I was thinking. So I start walking over to the elevator, (figures I am parked on the 9th floor) I push the button for the elevator, when all of a sudden here comes freakazoidweirdo still acting weird. Now, I am thinking he paid for his parking ticket a little to fast to be at the elevator with me already. So I turn around and glare at him. And he just kinda does his weirdo stare back at me. And we are the only two at this elevator. Ok, I am getting the not good feeling vibe starting. So, I turn around and walk away as there is another set of elevators on the other side of the parking lot, and if said freakazoid weirdo is thinking of being weird at me or to me, he is going to have to come catch me. I am not easy prey fuck head. So needless to say, he realized I was on to his freakazoidweirdo thing and didn't follow me.
So to all of my home girls out there when you are by yourself, be careful and aware of those freakazoidweirdos out there. Don't put yourself into a situation you don't really want to be in. I could have taken my chances and gotten into the elevator with FZW, and he could have been harmless, but ya know, I don't want to find out if he isn't...and walking out of my way to the other set of elevators is a lot easier than having to kick someone's ass in an elevator that I wasn't in the mood to do.
It also really sucks that men don't have this having to be "aware" vibe. As when I went to see Marilyn Manson the other week with Satan and our friend Chris, we are walking down Market Street in SF, and I am doing my usual it is Market Street so I am going to walk fast so if anyone is going to mess with me, your gonna have to catch me walk, and Satan and Chris are both wondering why I am walking so fast. So I tell them that this is my normal "city" walk. They were like, well you don't have to walk that fast now, you are with us. But it totally sucks that us as women feel that we have to be on guard from weirdos, creeps, and freaks at all times.
So just be careful out there on those mean streets sistas!
Friday, November 12, 2004
Perfection is Over Rated
Alright I will have to start this blog all over again, I had a post with the spirit animal attached to it, from Liz blog, however, it is just frozen as a draft and won't publish. Whatever. I did come up as the Owl though, which is interesting, as I had an owl incounter earlier in the week.
Lest I forget, Happy Anniversary Mum and Dad! Hope you are celebrating where ever you two may be!! I will make sure to celebrate today too!!
Last night Satan and I went climbing, it was most amusing as I think Satan must have been wearing his chick magnet devise. Where ever we went in the gym last night there were all these chickas either swooning at him as he was climbing, or trying to flirt with him. I think I was invisible, but it was rather funny. The best was the little brazen hussie who was trying to get him to climb with her...oh yeah, she was about 10 years old!! She kept coming over and asking if she could climb with him. I think she may have thought he was one of the instructors in the gym, as she was with a climbing birthday party...but I think she was just a hussie!!
I seem to do my best "ah ha" moments when climbing. As the one last night I had was the realization that I am not perfect. and for that most of my life I have been chasing this dream of perfection. I think I realized last night that I am insane. Why have I done this most if not all of my life? I finally realized last night that it is ok not to be perfect. Every thing I have ever tried to do and wasn't perfect at I have quit mid way through just so that I don't have to be tortured that I wasn't perfect at that particular thing. However, after quitting, I then beat myself up about quitting as I wasn't perfect at whatever I was doing...ridiculous, I know.
The fact that I found this out while climbing is even interesting, as I am no where near perfect at climbing. But I enjoy climbing so much that it doesn't bother me that I am not perfect at it. And that is when the "ah ha" happend. Why do I do things I don't like just to try and be perfect at something I don't enjoy. I have done it with all the jobs I have had (except for when I was an aerobic instructor, I enjoyed that), I have done it with hobbies I have had in the past (I was a dance major in College, but stopped doing that, as the teacher kept telling me I wasn't perfect)
I thought it was a competitiveness I had, but now I realize I was just trying to be perfect at things I couldn't possibly do, or even liked doing.
So today is the first day of my unperfect life, and I am feeling quite happy. How strange. I feel like this huge weight has been lifted off of me. So here are some of the things that I am not perfect with and I really am ok with it.
1. first and foremost, my job...(gee thats where most of my angst comes from)
2. my weight ( guess I will never be Madonna, and that is ok)
3. my teeth ( yes, I have been blessed with the english gene on the teeth, but hey its ok!)
4.my finances ( and who else has perfect finances?)
5.climbing ( but I love it)
6.making decisions ( and this I always try and do the right thing, what for?)
7.being on time
8.following through with things (obviously)
9.my choices in life
10. not be honest with myself
And I can deal with it.
Lest I forget, Happy Anniversary Mum and Dad! Hope you are celebrating where ever you two may be!! I will make sure to celebrate today too!!
Last night Satan and I went climbing, it was most amusing as I think Satan must have been wearing his chick magnet devise. Where ever we went in the gym last night there were all these chickas either swooning at him as he was climbing, or trying to flirt with him. I think I was invisible, but it was rather funny. The best was the little brazen hussie who was trying to get him to climb with her...oh yeah, she was about 10 years old!! She kept coming over and asking if she could climb with him. I think she may have thought he was one of the instructors in the gym, as she was with a climbing birthday party...but I think she was just a hussie!!
I seem to do my best "ah ha" moments when climbing. As the one last night I had was the realization that I am not perfect. and for that most of my life I have been chasing this dream of perfection. I think I realized last night that I am insane. Why have I done this most if not all of my life? I finally realized last night that it is ok not to be perfect. Every thing I have ever tried to do and wasn't perfect at I have quit mid way through just so that I don't have to be tortured that I wasn't perfect at that particular thing. However, after quitting, I then beat myself up about quitting as I wasn't perfect at whatever I was doing...ridiculous, I know.
The fact that I found this out while climbing is even interesting, as I am no where near perfect at climbing. But I enjoy climbing so much that it doesn't bother me that I am not perfect at it. And that is when the "ah ha" happend. Why do I do things I don't like just to try and be perfect at something I don't enjoy. I have done it with all the jobs I have had (except for when I was an aerobic instructor, I enjoyed that), I have done it with hobbies I have had in the past (I was a dance major in College, but stopped doing that, as the teacher kept telling me I wasn't perfect)
I thought it was a competitiveness I had, but now I realize I was just trying to be perfect at things I couldn't possibly do, or even liked doing.
So today is the first day of my unperfect life, and I am feeling quite happy. How strange. I feel like this huge weight has been lifted off of me. So here are some of the things that I am not perfect with and I really am ok with it.
1. first and foremost, my job...(gee thats where most of my angst comes from)
2. my weight ( guess I will never be Madonna, and that is ok)
3. my teeth ( yes, I have been blessed with the english gene on the teeth, but hey its ok!)
4.my finances ( and who else has perfect finances?)
5.climbing ( but I love it)
6.making decisions ( and this I always try and do the right thing, what for?)
7.being on time
8.following through with things (obviously)
9.my choices in life
10. not be honest with myself
And I can deal with it.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Under the Milkyway
I have to get up at the lovely hour of 4:45 am each day until school is over (6 months). That is the hardest part of this going back to school thing. I love sleeping. And it really is hard getting up each day to get out the door for 6 am to go to school.
However, what I have found out to be the most enjoyable thing about my early mornings is my walking in the pitch dark dog walks. Yes, I am one of those insane crazy dog ladies that has to take her dogs on their walks everyday! And this now means getting out the door for 5:10am for my first of two dog walks. Where Satan and I live, there are no street lights, and everyone is still sleeping (except me) at this time in the morning in our neighborhood, so stargazing is the most spectacular thing at 5:10 am.
Did any of you catch the incredible sight of the two planets amazingly close to each other? I think it was Venus and Mars(?) . It was a beautiful sight, which ever two planets they were, with all the other stars shimmering around them. I also have been seeing all the stars my dad used to point out to me as a child, interesting that I can remember all the names of them.
The other great thing about the early morning dog walk is how quiet it is. It is very peaceful. This morning I actually crept up on a owl in a tree. It was quiet cool, knowing I was the only one who would probably be seeing that this morning. The only thing that would have made this morning any better was if I could have gone back to bed after the walk...............
However, what I have found out to be the most enjoyable thing about my early mornings is my walking in the pitch dark dog walks. Yes, I am one of those insane crazy dog ladies that has to take her dogs on their walks everyday! And this now means getting out the door for 5:10am for my first of two dog walks. Where Satan and I live, there are no street lights, and everyone is still sleeping (except me) at this time in the morning in our neighborhood, so stargazing is the most spectacular thing at 5:10 am.
Did any of you catch the incredible sight of the two planets amazingly close to each other? I think it was Venus and Mars(?) . It was a beautiful sight, which ever two planets they were, with all the other stars shimmering around them. I also have been seeing all the stars my dad used to point out to me as a child, interesting that I can remember all the names of them.
The other great thing about the early morning dog walk is how quiet it is. It is very peaceful. This morning I actually crept up on a owl in a tree. It was quiet cool, knowing I was the only one who would probably be seeing that this morning. The only thing that would have made this morning any better was if I could have gone back to bed after the walk...............
Saturday, November 06, 2004
4 Years is not 4 ever..........
My father would have turned 80 years old this week. Happy Birthday to you Dad! My Mother and Father would have been married 44 years this coming week. Happy Anniversary to you both!! My Father has been gone from this earth 21 years just October past. Mum will have been gone coming up to 2 years this coming February. After catching up on everyones blogs over the last couple of days, its interesting to see how many people are pissed off by the election. Yeah, I was frustrated, and disgusted for about a couple of hours, then got back to my daily grind....I did my part and voted, that is about as political as I can be. So what does the election and saying happy birthday to my father, and happy anniversary to my parents have in common? Absolutely nothing,...I think.....
However, if given the choice, I would live the rest of my life with "W" as president, if I could have my parents back. Even for four more years to have my parents back. But that isn't going to happen, and having "W" for president isn't forever. However, having my parents gone is forever.
However, if given the choice, I would live the rest of my life with "W" as president, if I could have my parents back. Even for four more years to have my parents back. But that isn't going to happen, and having "W" for president isn't forever. However, having my parents gone is forever.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
The Dope Show
Lets see over the last 24 hour period the following has occurred:
Went to see Marilyn Manson play at the Warfield. Per usual he puts on a very entertaining show. Our friend Chris went with Satan and I to the show, it was his (Chris') first Manson show, needless to say, he said he has never seen anything like it. The show and the crowd, he was referring to. The opening act was an AC/DC cover band...A tribute band to the Bon Scott days....And they were chicks..They were pretty good. However the lead singer remind me of one of Mangey's old friends, "Roberts", however "Roberts" would of had to have grown a good foot and 1/2 to be this woman. However, everything else about her was Mangey's friend. The chick who was "Angus" had the full boy outfit on, including hat. I have finally found the whereabouts to stunt nerd, as "Angus" was the spitting image of Stunt Nerd all grown up.
During Manson's set, this strange cat like individual comes down the stairs from above me and decides to "perch" herself on the back of the chair of the guy in front of me. So she is sitting nearly on my lap. She is totally oblivious that I am there. Now, sensing my personal space was being invaded and not wanting me to cause a seen, Satan puts his arm around me, in a "its ok, chill" type of way. Anyway, catwoman is sitting with legs crossed perched on the chair back hunched forward, head in hands. She starts rubbing her hands through her hair, and then clutches the sides of her face and starts crying....Ok, whatever, please take your personal problems elsewhere, we are in the vampyregirl zone of no help here..... (Chris later thought it must have been a "sad" love song Manson was singing at that point, as he had no clue to what was going on). Next song, she snaps out of her crying act and starts making cat like maneuvers with her arms (like a cat washing its face) I think she may have been on her way to an audition for the broadway show Cats, and maybe got side tracked by the Manson show. This odd cat like behavior went on for the next song. She then stands up, and starts doing cat like maneuvers standing up ( like a cat playing with an imaginary cat toy). I think the evilness of my mind control worked because she then proceeds to fall down the last few steps there were to the bottom of the row. Oh darn how sad. Get your freaky catself away from me.... You have been warned!!!!!! So the rest of the show to safe guard the seat in front of me wouldn't be a cat perch again, I put my vampyre boot up on to the back of the chair, for if she sat down here again, she would have one pointy boot up her ass! However, the rest of the show went on without the cat coming back to perch.
And last but not least, I did go out and vote. I was most sadden to find out that there were no raving band of Republicans trying to intimidate me into voting a certain way, which I had heard was happening at some polling locations. But seeing a deafened lack of sleep makeup smudged goth chick, still wearing previous nights attire coming to the polls, I think they may have run in the other direction in fear they might be having said Vampyre boot up their ass'!
Went to see Marilyn Manson play at the Warfield. Per usual he puts on a very entertaining show. Our friend Chris went with Satan and I to the show, it was his (Chris') first Manson show, needless to say, he said he has never seen anything like it. The show and the crowd, he was referring to. The opening act was an AC/DC cover band...A tribute band to the Bon Scott days....And they were chicks..They were pretty good. However the lead singer remind me of one of Mangey's old friends, "Roberts", however "Roberts" would of had to have grown a good foot and 1/2 to be this woman. However, everything else about her was Mangey's friend. The chick who was "Angus" had the full boy outfit on, including hat. I have finally found the whereabouts to stunt nerd, as "Angus" was the spitting image of Stunt Nerd all grown up.
During Manson's set, this strange cat like individual comes down the stairs from above me and decides to "perch" herself on the back of the chair of the guy in front of me. So she is sitting nearly on my lap. She is totally oblivious that I am there. Now, sensing my personal space was being invaded and not wanting me to cause a seen, Satan puts his arm around me, in a "its ok, chill" type of way. Anyway, catwoman is sitting with legs crossed perched on the chair back hunched forward, head in hands. She starts rubbing her hands through her hair, and then clutches the sides of her face and starts crying....Ok, whatever, please take your personal problems elsewhere, we are in the vampyregirl zone of no help here..... (Chris later thought it must have been a "sad" love song Manson was singing at that point, as he had no clue to what was going on). Next song, she snaps out of her crying act and starts making cat like maneuvers with her arms (like a cat washing its face) I think she may have been on her way to an audition for the broadway show Cats, and maybe got side tracked by the Manson show. This odd cat like behavior went on for the next song. She then stands up, and starts doing cat like maneuvers standing up ( like a cat playing with an imaginary cat toy). I think the evilness of my mind control worked because she then proceeds to fall down the last few steps there were to the bottom of the row. Oh darn how sad. Get your freaky catself away from me.... You have been warned!!!!!! So the rest of the show to safe guard the seat in front of me wouldn't be a cat perch again, I put my vampyre boot up on to the back of the chair, for if she sat down here again, she would have one pointy boot up her ass! However, the rest of the show went on without the cat coming back to perch.
And last but not least, I did go out and vote. I was most sadden to find out that there were no raving band of Republicans trying to intimidate me into voting a certain way, which I had heard was happening at some polling locations. But seeing a deafened lack of sleep makeup smudged goth chick, still wearing previous nights attire coming to the polls, I think they may have run in the other direction in fear they might be having said Vampyre boot up their ass'!
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