Archive for April, 2009
April 5th, 2009 | Author: trancejen
We’re all about Twilight this week. The J-Man watched the movie with me the other day and is now completely obsessed; and we also procured the book from a friend and are reading that.
It’s pap, but it’s good pap. I have to admit that I do find the kid that plays Edward attractive, his alleged pension for not showering notwithstanding.
It’s something we can enjoy as a family, so that’s something.
In other news, it’s been one boring damned weekend. Will update with actual news soon.
Happy Sunday.
April 4th, 2009 | Author: trancejen
I had a really good time during my mini-high-school-reunion the other night. We did a little bar-hopping and wound up at a local hole which was featuring Latino Night.
I didn’t dance, but the music sure was dance-y, as one would expect. We stayed out until two, got unseasonably drunk, and had a wonderful time reminiscing about high school.
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Today I’m just chilling out, and the J-Man is hanging out with a friend, a friend who NEVER LEAVES THIS HOUSE. I’m thinking seriously about adding him onto my health insurance, or maybe just claiming him on my taxes.
They are eating popcorn and playing the Playstation and generally whooping it up.
I am lounging on Facebook and wishing that this ever-returning cold would JUST BE OVER, already.
Happy Weekend.
April 2nd, 2009 | Author: trancejen
I took a hot bath (and maybe two Ambien) last night and slept like a BAY-BEE.
Normally Ambien looks my insomnia in the face and runs away in terror, but for some reason last night it worked. Maybe it was the bath, I don’t know. If that’s the case, I will spend two hours in the bathtub every damn night until I turn into a giant albino raisin.
Tonight I’m meeting my old high school friends out at the bar so that we can discuss our previous love of Aquanet, Skidz (if you remember Skidz I feel for you), and patent-leather shoes. I’m excited.
In other news, the J-Man penned a fabulous DARE report that rained hell down on the evil practice of smoking. I had the good grace to look at least moderately guilty when I was typing it.
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I am doing better, though. I’m down to less than te per day, but when I go to the bar tonight all bets are off. My friends chain-smoke like you would not believe, and it’s going to be hard not to join them.
Peer pressure is a bitch.
In still other news, I can’t stop the cats from fighting. I think they sense that one of their number is missing and are consequently going batshit fucking crazy.
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Happy Thursday.
April 1st, 2009 | Author: trancejen
Jasper, Texas movie buy The Hangover I’m at Bullshit’s, where I should be peacefully snuggled next to mah man, sleeping late. Instead I am blogging, because I’ve not had an ounce of sleep yet, despite taking two Ambien and a muscle relaxer.
“Smoke some pot,” said Bill. It might make you tired.
Now I’m not a big pot smoker. Maaaaaaybe once every two or three months just so that Bullshit can enjoy the experience with me, but I find that it tastes like Ann Coulter’s burnt ass hair and smells even worse.
Plus, I just don’t get pot. It does nothing for me but make me hungry and dopey, and believe me, that’s not much of a stretch! I already like snacks and chocolate and laughing at Will Ferrell movies, so there you go.
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I sure smoked it, though. I would have smoked said Ann Coulter’s ass hair if I thought it had a chance of getting me a few Zs.
Seven hours later and no dice. I ate two bags of potato chips, watched twenty episodes of That 70’s Show, and I have nothing to show for it other than this nasty burnt-rubber feeling and Ass Taste in the back of my throat.
download Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron Why do people get high again? I don’t get it. The reasoning eludes me.
Tommy move Also, why do men have to snore like chainsaws? I’m so close to standing on the bed and leaping down onto his horrible little larynx and ripping it out with my teeth, so much does Bullshit snore. I would become a vampire-like shebeast just to get him to stop for like, five minutes. Even five minutes would be nice.
Damn Bullshit and his damn whacky tobaccy.
Happy Wednesday.
