Lots o shit swirling around in the toilet bowl that is my brain. Let's capture some of it here.
Just when I thought the redumblican party could not sink any further than a snake's belly in mud comes candidate Todd Akin and his "thoughts on rape". And that's NOT "men on film"!
Would someone please 'splain to me why Jim Crow is still alive and well?
So there's a tropical storm looking down on Tampa next week. Karma's a bitch, ain't it, Pat Robertson?
In my next life, I wanna come back as a pampered pussy(cat), like my Meredith.
Why do men say they "understand women", when it's clear they don't every time they open their pieholes? Hell, sometimes I don't even understand myself!
I am not wearing any pants right now and it feels great!
I get to visit some boyfriends next month! YAYZ!
Why does the town where I work house nothing but freaks?
If FL is "dog's waiting room" to the "afterlife", then PA must be the holding cell.
A knitting friend of mine in OH posted this morning: “I think I’m going to start charging rent on all the
Republicans trying to move into my vagina. It would really help me out
with the bills.” ba dum ching!
Another knitting friend in OH posted this morning: "Yesterday I saw a billboard that said 'Obama is in favor of Gay Marriage and Abortion, are you?' HELL YES!" To which I add MEE TOO!
I now have 14 blog followers; you boyfriends are crayzee, but I love you all!
I have two pink flamingos in my back yard. They are handmade from wood by my SIL's aunt. (heh heh heh, I said "wood")
I wish I could dance like they do in Dirty Dancing. Or Footloose. Or Saturday Night Fever. Or Flashdance.
Speaking of dancing, happy 100th birthday to Gene Kelly; think I'll watch An American in Paris today!
My baseball team's 2012 season is brain dead; someone please pull the plug and turn off the lights!
If I could have anything I wanted to eat right now, it would be a triple vanilla malted milkshake. My ass just gained 5 pounds hearing those words.
How come some bars make an oh-so-sweet cosmo, and others fall flat on their ass? Perhaps those bars should take lessons from sassybear.
I have always wanted (from the time I was a teenager) to divest myself of 98% of the shit I have (house, car, junk, etc.), buy a small RV, and roam the countryside working only when I have to.
I think it's time to pull the plug on the knitting group I founded 7.5 years ago. I am fucking bored with it.
Wonder what's around the next bend in the road?