wednesday's girl leaves anonymous comments

I'm not quite sure how I'm the homewrecker here
I'm not the one who lied nor cheated
I'm not the one who became friends with betrayal
but is somehow absolved of all guilt

if there's one thing that pisses me off it's
misdirected anger combined with
mucho spelling mistakes, bad grammar
and a holier-than-thou attitude
and it's "such a shame I'm not a christian girl!"
because christians sure know how to rip off your bloody face
grind in the salt and pretend that they are
so much better than you
while somehow never being able to recognize genuine regret

"what would jesus do?" Oh I'm sure Jesus would leave
anonymous retaliatory ultra-bitchy comments
while befriending the one who deserves scorn.

le sigh. you suck. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at him
for choosing to betray you. That's not devotion. And it's not my fault.

nick & mitch mckenzie

we didn't end up shooting the video


turns out they gave us the wrong fucking script
(too many action shots)


but I demanded they take our picture anyhow
(seeing as I came in on my day off and everything)


"where's the beer bottles?" Jim said
so I grabbed a couple of empties from the back of my truck (that had been sitting there since shooting guns with Garret last summer)


"don't actually drink that, Michelle!" I shouted


but she was really going for "believable"... atta girl.

friday's girl has facial hair

I got nothin

so I offer you the works of other fine people that keep me amused. Jensy. Dooce. Darren. Dave. Garret. Sally. Peechie. Jeff. Donna. Raymi. Johnny. Some of them I know, some of them I don't. Enjoy.

bob and doug

get this ~ we're making some dumb movie at work for our corporate christmas party based on old SCTV characters that will somehow incorporate the world of cable tv in all it's glory, and I signed up for the role of Bob McKenzie, eh? And my cohort Doug will be Michelle of the shoe fame. I have lines to memorize and the whole 9 yards. And we get to jump out a moving vehicle and ride giant cable spools through the skies! Koo-roo-koo-koo-koo-roo-koo-koo! Take off, eh?

juliette and the licks

Juliette fucking Lewis is playing with her thrash band at Louis tonight. Juliette fucking Lewis. Tickets are $22... oh to be independently wealthy and see all the concerts I could dream of. She's freaking hot.

on the money

Personal Daily Horoscope of Tuesday, 8 November 2005 for Nicki ~

"Valid during several weeks: Under this influence you feel like telling everyone you encounter exactly what you think of them, whether or not it is flattering. You are likely to be in a combative mood, which may cause other people to start a fight. Quite often this combativeness is well buried in your subconscious mind, and the only way you know it is there is because people seem to come out of the woodwork to start an argument. You may feel like the totally innocent victim of someone else's aggressiveness, and it may appear that way to a neutral observer, but nevertheless you have been sending out hostile signals at a very subtle level. At this time it is better to be conscious of your feelings of aggression, hostility and resentment toward others than to try to ignore them. At least you will have some control over them."

one of my favourite boys

Manic, poetic, angry, beautiful, despondant, poignant, he's got it all. You can read all about his new "comeback" album here.

what the world IS coming to

My 3000th visitor was someone from Devils Lake, North Dakota, doing an MSN search for "dogs fucking women". And, by posting this sentence, I'm sure even more canine porn enthusiasts will be visiting my site. No dog cocks here, folks. Keep moving, keep on moving.

the incredible fashion stylings of my co-worker michelle (complete with Le Chateau tweed pumps)

I know, I know, we're all pretty speechless. Photos had to be taken.

just because

I found this one on another blog a while back, and wanted to post it.

blonde ambition

Man, our costumes were so much better than Garret's.