i have heard that gum disease has been cut out, but there are supposedly going to be extra goodies, plus a space ghost xmas, the original new year’s countdown, and that clip from the end of the mask, to make up for it. as long as girlie show’s on there, i’m good. (ladies and gentlemen, the lovely alice cooper!) any of this could be wrong. have i mentioned that i’ve had a crush on andy merrill since about 1995? everyone else makes fun of me for it, you might as well too. i can’t wait for my dvds!
update: as an added bonus, here’s a video of andy as chad ghostal, doing an impression of that bitchy star wars kid. randomly beating the shit out of the camera and himself with a golf ball retriever.
have you paid off all of your blogathon sponsorships, like good boys and girls?
there needs to be a fucking iq test to get a driver’s license in this country. with a minimum passing score of about 140.
and the next guy who thinks the best way to flirt with me is to stay parallel to me no matter how much i speed up or slow down, so i can’t get to my fucking exit, is going to get followed home, eviscerated, and buried in their own basement.
i’ll be bathing in martinis until i stop wanting to chew through someone’s jugular.
i’m seriously torn over this one. how is there ever going to be acceptance with segregation, even if it’s voluntary? and how long before some psycho firebombs the school? are these kids going to have trouble getting into college, with this high school listed on their transcripts? on the other hand, how cool that it’s named after harvey milk, and even that it exists at all. i dunno.
ow. stupid insomnia.
and no hot water. what a lovely way to start the day. week. whatever. at least it woke me up.
two pictures. my baby and my new toy. and before you make any smart remarks about my decorating style, we’ve spent the last week with workmen in and out of this place every day, so i can get a washer and dryer installed, and the pooch hides under the table. that’s what the godawful tablecloth’s for.
and on that note, my sorry ass is going to read itself to sleep. 6am is going to come painfully early. *why* did i stay up til 4am reading blogathon entries?
p.s. - the comments are fixed.
p.p.s. - 8:22pm - seriously, dammit. i’m going to bed. *whimper*