Damn, Ning is crazy easy!!! I just have a lot of stuff to sort out with it organization-wise, but it's up and running.
So if you are a writer who would like to collaborate or just to encourage/be encouraged by fellow writers, please join. Spread the word to your friends if they have similar interests.
Well look at me, I have a project. I was the first up tonight to talk about my prospective project and Jennifer, the group leader, said it sounded like a passible project. I have to hone some of the 'milestones' of it. Standing up in front of the group I shot my mouth off, you're shocked right? She asked how many writers was this project going to reach. The number '100' actually escaped my lips. This is by Dec 22nd no less.
I think I'm going to set up a Ning for this. I posted the question of how to promote this on yelp talk and a friend who knows about these things offered to give me his input. Hopefully I'll get this sorted by the next meeting (next Wed) where hopefully the project will be 100% approved so I can move forward.
I am hoping the group would attract writers of all genres and serve as a place for people to encourage one another and also collaborate. For the Austin writers, I plan to have a get together once a month. I have other plans too, but that's the basic plan.
Today is Day 10 and I have been remarkably adherent to my version of the plan (since my book is still MIA and I am about to start a fight with both UPS & Amazon, I might never see the proper version). I find that I'm having a relatively easy time sticking as I'm loving my steak dinners in the evening. I don't intend to eat that every night. Even Carla: Queen of the Carnivores knows that much red meat is ill advised, but gdamn if you could smell my house right now.
I'm crazy relaxed this week. I think it's my little regimen of: come home, work out, sip wine, smoke a cigarillo, slowly cook dinner, and watch a movie/show. I'm sleeping like a baby lately. This is the life!!! (We shall ignore that Evil just vomited on Wicked and I suddenly have an extra load of laundry in addition to the 2 that were already underway and almost complete).
So I think I have created my community project that I'm to work on in conjunction with my Self Expression & Leadership course. I have named it "Wordsmith Syndicate". I don't know exactly what will come from it, but initial hope is that people who are either big into writing, frustrated with writing, insecure about writing etc can come together and encourage and maybe even collaborate with one another. I'm really excited about it, and I haven't been excited about anything for awhile so I feel I'm on the right track. I'm looking forward to sharing it with the group tomorrow night. My coach is super-psyched about it. She said I inspired her. That was so kick-ass. No one ever tells me that. Well maybe that's not true. I guess a few people do in their own way. I guess I need to be be more inspiring. : )
and it only just started. Positive results with the diet. Positive results with the Self Expression & Leadership Program. Positive Positive Positive.
I am looking forward to getting my diet book that was to have been delivered last Wednesday, but is MIA at UPS. I have an inquiry in to them regarding it. I need get more ideas for what to eat. I'm improvising and I think I'm doing fine with it, but I don't want to derail myself. Hopefully the book will magically appear soon.
I have a lot of other things to say, but I'll save them for tonight. I'm rather tired.
Oh man was this weekend good. So good that I'm in a good mood about going back to work. How about that? I'm pretty encouraged about things all the way around. I think the remaining months of this year are going to bring about a lot of positive things.
Now I'm about to kick back with my T-bone steak (I'm getting better at making it) and "Boardwalk Empire". The show makes me want to eat steak, drink whiskey, and smoke a cigar. Hell, maybe even bang a whore. It's a great show is what I'm trying to say.
Man, nothing like a little physical labor to make me feel better. I really, really need to look into a class where I can hit things because I'm imagining that would be sublime for me. The house I'm in is hardwoods which is essential since Evil has developed an incontinence issue since leaving Florida (I think he just misses ex-husband and is how he acts out). The back of the house seems like maybe it was an add-on. In the '50's or '60's that is. I mean the house was build in 1937. Given the 'decor', this had to have been done awhile ago. Don't get me wrong, it's cute. It's also old. So in the back bedroom Evil pretty much destroyed the already old as hell carpet. Damn it. Did I not mention back of the house has carpet? It does. I mean it's nominal in regards to the rest of the house and I've been using it as storage back there, but Evil's been using it too, if you catch my lobbed right at you meaning.
So as despair has steadily descended regarding the state of things back there (odor namely, but also a bit visually), I didn't know what the hell to do. I got brave one day about a month ago and pull back the carpet and it looked like the wood floor that is JUST like the wood floor through the rest of the house. Hallelujah!!!! I'll just rip this shit up and it will look good and if he does anything I can clean it up each day. So that calmed me down. I just had to get past the daily migraines and all and just do it. Well I started reading on line that I would need to rip out the carpet. Then sand the floor with a sander. Then stain the floor. Then sand it again. Ummm, okay. This is a rental and I don't know that when I go they won't just take my deposit (which I'm fully prepared to forfeit) and just re-carpet right over it. I don't know why, but they might. So then I was like "Do you want to put this much work into it all?" I really didn't and still don't now. I mean the carpet HAS to come up and it has. Well about 80% of it. I have bins, suitcases, a rack of clothes flanking the perimeter. I'll need to rearrange them and get that portion of the carpet up, but the affected parts are sitting nicely in huge black trash bags in the bin outside ready to be whisked away tomorrow morning.
Now here's the new issue. Looking at the floor. It's damaged. It's like someone went apeshit with painting or something and there is paint or something all over the floor (I know I wrote "something" twice, but it's REALLY something!! four times!!). Looks like it's white. Sooooo can this be repaired? I don't know. Should I maybe have someone tile over it? I don't know. I have more questions than answers, but I at least have smelly, contaminated carpet outside the house!!!
Tearing that carpet out was so cathartic. Actually this whole day has been. The prior days of this week and today have no business being in the same week.
The photo is by Caia Koopman, I think I might buy something of hers. Her work is adorable. This was entitled "Catharsis")
Have you ever been running from something(s) and suddenly it all descends on you at once? That's been happening it me. I really am questioning the wisdom of my move to Texas. Other than meeting a lot of really nice people, not one thing has worked out for me since the move. I feel like I took a wrong turn and no matter what I do now that I can't get back on track. I don't know what to do, but I'm lost right now. Really, really lost. I know everything will turn out in the end. It always does. I just don't know how to get it on track.
I get why people turn to religion now. I wish I could believe in something magical that would get me out of this.
Okay, I lied!!! "Boardwalk Empire" is FINALLY here!!!! I've only been tripping about this ALL YEAR. Maybe even since last year. I forget when exactly I heard about it.
Today is also the beginning of my 14 week "Get Lean" program. I have a rather strict regimen of what I can eat (in 6 mini-meals throughout the day) and one hour of working out 6 days a week. That will be a big increase from my 11-12 minutes of the Pilates Torture video that I can't make it through. I'm really excited though. I bought containers for taking everything to work. MUST REMEMBER TO TAKE FOOD TO WORK EVERY DAY!!!! There, writing that will have burned it on my brain. It will be rather redundant. 4 of the six meals are 5 oz meat, 1 cup vegetables, 1 cup rice. So it will no doubt get tedious, but man. The people doing it don't seem to lose a lot of pounds, but they are losing SICK body fat percentages. That's what I want. I don't really care about the number on the scale anymore. Even when I was fit, I weighed a lot more than other women so I don't really trip about that. I trip about the GROSS unsightly fat. I was at a friend's house last night and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and was just disgusted with myself. I am 25 pounds heavier since moving to Austin. I know. I have been doing a lot of work on myself mentally and emotionally, but I'm really ready to turn this around. Plus at the end of the 14 wks, my grandparents will be here. It would nice for them to see me looking healthier. So I'm committed. I know it won't be easy, but I know I will see results if I stick it out. So wish me luck!! : )
"Dark Night of the Soul" is amazing!!! (DangerMouse/Sparklehorse wrote it with several artists performing the songs)
"Revenge" (f. The Flaming Lips) "Just War" (f. Gruff Rhys) "Jaykub" (f. Jason Lytle) "Everytime I'm w You" (f. Jason Lytle) "Star Eyes (I Can't Catch It)" (f. David Lynch) "Dark Night of the Song" (f. David Lynch) "Insane Lullaby" (f. James Mercer)
are all faves. So out of a 13 song album, 7 faves.
Out of all of them "Revenge" is starting to become my favorite because it's deep.
(If you play this one "Star Eyes", I think it takes you through the whole album if you just leave it open. It just won't label the songs for you)
however NO ONE calls 'Bullshit', like my best friend Stacy. She missed her calling. She should have either
a) been an interrogator for any intelligence agency in the world, b) a prosecutor with the DA's office, or c) the head of the Spanish Inquisition.
She is lightening quick with calling bullshitters on their bullshit. LIGHTENING QUICK. I, on the other hand, just let you talk your mad shit, pretend to go along with whatever line you're feeding me, and then stew about it. I think I need to take on her method. Has to be a lot more cathartic than my own.
I love today's pic because I have a new maid(s) coming tomorrow. While my house is getting cleaned, I'll be having acupuncture. Should be a great day tomorrow. I have fun plans in the evening too, so it should be a marked improvement on the week I've had.
Sunday I start something new. I'll wait till Sunday to discuss it.
(as I get to the end of this I guess I should change the title to "I Don't Call 'Bullshit'", but I like the title as is. Just know I notice the contradiction is all I'm trying to say here.)
Well the last couple weeks have been torturous on numerous levels. The worst part was really facing how horrifically out of shape I've gotten. I was in decent shape back in Florida and didn't even realize that I had let it all slip so far. I can't get through a single video on Exercise TV on Demand. It's preposterous. I was one of the fittest people I knew, not the thinnest but definitely fit. Well I got good news this evening. My chiropractor told me that for every year you have been away from working out it takes a month to get back to where you were. So I'm climbing up on 3 years so then 2 & 1/2 to 3 months. That greatly encouraged me. I was really feeling like this was it, and thought about just sort of giving up.
I have a 14 wk plan that I'll start on Sunday. I'm going to try SO hard to stick to it, because at the end of the 14 wks my Grandparents will be here for Christmas and I'd love to be in good shape for that. It's good incentive, since I don't seem to have too much other incentive. I know "doing it for myself" SHOULD be the incentive. It's not. I don't know why, but it's not.
In other news, I'm dying professionally. DYING. I need to make a change. I wanted to wait until next year, but I don't know that I can handle the disrespect in that office too much longer. I almost mouthed off today. I love my immediate group (my boss and my fellow co-workers who are under her), but it seems to be any man in that place just rubs me the wrong way. Okay, that's a broad statement, but I'm angry. I just feel completely devalued and I didn't leave a husband and a place I knew and was comfortable in to be disrespected by a few men who don't give a good goddamn about me. I write this knowing fully well that if they are cyber-stalking me I could get in trouble for it, but I have never named where I work so bring it, Misogynists.
What a shitastic mood I'm in today, and yesterday, and maybe the whole week. I keep trying to fun myself out of it. It is not working. I think some major stuff came up with therapy and I'm not wanting to deal with it. Christ on a cracker, can I have one good week where I'm not "working" on myself? I am truly fucking sick of it right now. Sorry for the rant. I'm just truly exhausted from it all. Exhausted.
On the brighter side, I found out how I can take FREE sailing lessons. I know I'm in a crap mood because that's not packing the punch that it normally would for me. I mean that's great news and I'm all "feh" about it.
I hope to be jollier tomorrow. Sorry, for the pessimism. : (
So my celibate-self learns today that she picked the Number 1 city for sexual satisfaction or some such thing to start her life over in. That is JUST like me too. I kind of love that. Given how splendidly eHarm is going (it's not going splendidly, i feel narcolepsy coming on reading almost every profile), I'll have noooo trouble hitting my goal of 3 years. After I hit that marker, I may release the ban (I soooo wanted to say the Kraken, but I don't want people to call my vagina that in their heads--ooops). I don't know. It's really been nice. You truly do focus on what's really important when you take that factor totally out of the equation. I really don't think I'd have gotten as far as I have, if I was bed-hopping. Or maybe I would have, who knows. This way worked for me.
How PERFECT is this pic for me? You're right. SOOOO PERVect : P
Is that not beautiful? I actually tear up reading that. I want my writing to be like that. I spend so much time lately thinking about WHAT I'm going to write. I have scraps right now. Just scraps of ideas. I think they could be patched together into something, but I still feel blocked or maybe not blocked, but rudderless with my writing. I mean I'll never be Poe (who's line I borrowed from "The City in the Sea" for the post title), but I really think that I have the talent in me to be a great writer. I've had a few dreams involving my creative writing professors so it's REALLY on my mind. Maybe I'll bring that up in my next therapy session.
Speaking of therapy, the catalyst to me even being in therapy, Landmark, is about to enter my life again. I will be doing a 3 month Self Expression and Leadership course starting on the 25th. I'm not as excited as I thought I'd be. Grandmother is excited enough for the both of us. She thinks this is going to be huge for me. I'm just freaked out that something else I've been repressing will come up like it did in the Advanced Forum. I feel like I'm not up to that right now, but maybe I am. Maybe it's not like that though, I really don't know. I talked to a lady about it the other day trying to get a sense of what it's like. I got that it was amazing. That was pretty much it. So hurray. I'll be doing three months of "amazing" for every Wednesday evening for the rest of the year and 3 full Saturdays. Wooo Hoo. : P
I have four or five other things to talk about, but I'm really tired so I'm going to end it here.
The photo is gorgeous, no? It's by "Mono" and I think it's called "Deja vu" although when I typed in "invincible" it came up so I hope I gave proper credit to it. It's lovely.
HURRAY!!!! I now have a full cube on my "Followers" (thanks, Ellen)!!! It appeals to my love of symmetry.
So yesterday in therapy we dealt with my suppression of emotions and using food (either bingeing {so looks like it's spelled wrong} or fasting) to cope with my feelings. So it got me to thinking about getting back into raw foods more, just not as gung-ho as I was before as I found it too restrictive and Goddamn it I love my meat. So I bought the makings for my green smoothies yesterday. Then I wake up at 2 a.m. (NOT w a headache!!! just sort of an odd allergic reaction) and saw on my Blackberry that I had a few Yelp compliments post midnight so I knew I got the ROTD (Review of the Day). Well it turned out it was my review of Beets (which I did not think was that good, but hey). Reading it put me right back to the day I wrote it and remembering how good I was feeling then with the raw food change. I take that as a sign and I'm drinking a green smoothie as I type this. I'm sipping and typing because I'm a GREAT multi-tasker. This one is simple. Italian Parsley, Watermelon, Mint, Noni Juice, and four cups of Water. It's SO refreshing. I plan to start back slow and let it take on a life of its own like it did last time. The reason I got way from it last time was I was doing a 3 day seminar that lasted 12 hrs each day, and that made it very hard for sticking to the plan.
I'm working on getting exercise incorporated more and more. I have tried out several workouts on the Exercise on Demand channel 1431 if you have TW here in Austin. There is this one pilates one that I can't get more than 1/2 through right now because it's so intense and I'm SO out of shape. When I'm finally in shape again (which currently feels impossible, hey keep the faith), you have my permission to kick my ass if I let it all go again.
So glad September is half over almost. We're getting closer to cooler weather. That means I'll be able to go outside and walk up and down these hills. That will be super-helpful.
I feel like I need to write something funny here. I LOVE Chuck Norris "Facts" so here's one for you.
-Chuck Norris does not wear condoms. Because there is NO protection from Chuck Norris!!!-
My therapist read this to me today. It encompasses what I'm striving for. Made me cry...
Love after Love
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
Well this was a shitty week through and through. It really stuck it in and broke it off when as I was about to pull into my office's parking lot I saw "Brown Dog" (it's what I privately called him) lying dead in the road. I loved watching him frolic with "Black Dog". Well no more. NO FUCKING MORE!!!!
So bummed. : (
I always wanted a dog. Like my whole life, but with the travels and living in a non-pet condo there was no way. My ex-husband and I covertly got Wicked and Evil because I also love cats and hello, they don't bark or need to be taken out. They are the perfect pets to have in a building that forbids it. Well with having them and now Zoe there is no way I'm taking on a dog too (although I think about it every couple months). I just sort of vicariously have the dog experience by watching other dogs.
Farewell, Brown Dog. I loved watching you from afar.
So I signed up with eHarm this past weekend and there have been numerous eligible bachelors presented to me. They have great jobs, are world travelers, most are handsome some very much so, all seem sooooo clean cut. I don't know if it was because I was raised by non-drinking, non-cursing, non-ANYTHING bad what-so-ever people, but ending up with a stuffed shirt is my biggest fear. Not saying my family isn't fun. They are in their own way. I'm fun in a WHOOOOOLE other kind of way. Now, I don't need someone to be my clone. I just look at all of the bachelors and think "They would NOT be up to dealing with me over the long haul." So I changed my "Top Five"'s number one from the cats to cursing. Hell, I figure, put it out there. I did put (I won't curse in front of your church group).
Ha, I woke up with the song in my head, which isn't that unusual. I frequently said "Rock me, Amadeus" no clue why. I dig the song being put the film. Now I need to see the film again. I remember seeing it the theatre as a kid with the grandparents and Mirtha (close family friend).
Well last night was very interesting. I was a suicide* note expert and was brought in to critique a few, like they were proper works of literary note. My favorite was very succinct, and still see the way it was laid out on the page. I think people were also trying to hire me to help them write them. Needless to say, I've thought about this dream all day.
*Kids, don't commit suicide. It's really permanent. Also don't read this blog. It's wildly inappropriate.
NOT RUNNING. I'm trying to get myself committed to a workout plan and I'm frustrated that I can't run (I feel like that would be SO helpful), but I really can't. I was reminded as I had to do a ton of HORRIBLE rapid jumping yesterday. It must have looked a fright. No running, no jumping. I need a boob-friendly workout.
OMG, a promo for "SOA" just came on. It's back on tonight. I love that I just saw Seasons I & II in the last 3 wks, but I'm crazy excited about it. Would have sucked to have had to have waited. Of course, I'll have to see Season III week by week as it plays out, but that's good for me.
I need to get a 'private blog' for the things I want to say, but don't want people in my every day life to read. About 90% of my life I'm happy to share with the world, then there is the fiercely private side. I think about a journal, but hello I'm not writing that much in longhand. I've been making myself write letters in longhand as it's more personal and probably a dying art, but my thoughts come so fast when I write that typing is essential.
What else? Ummm, I'm in a pretty good mood. This past weekend was super-refreshing. Now to hang on until Thanksgiving. That is the next holiday, right? Yeah, I think so. Damn it.
So I dreamt A LOT of interesting dreams this weekend. Most very insightful and not for sharing (don't infer that means they were sexual, just too private to share), some were funny, and one a fashion tip. I was standing with my back to, well, i guess me the observer and I had LONG, dark, curly hair. Now I realize most would argue that's what I have right now -- No -- much longer like right past my ass. It looked AMAZING. I love long hair, but it gets SO hot. Like a freaking cape in the summer. Now that we're heading into cooler weather I'll see how long I can let it get before freaking out and cutting it off again. I'm still tempted to get a streak of gray down it. I think that would look SICK. Go ahead and look up the meaning of having long hair in a dream, it's nothing bad. (I love this photo, by the way, hot, hot, hot)
Well it's been an amazing weekend. I didn't do really anything I set out to and that is just fine by me. I feel amazing. I even exercised today, I got all reminiscent of the days when I was actually in good shape. Thinking about trying to strive for that again. I've really let myself go since moving here. I've been so focused on healing my heart and mind that the body has semi fallen by the wayside. I think it's time to get that aspect of my life sorted. Plus, I always get motivated to work out in the autumn/winter. ALWAYS. Never has the summer motivated me that I can ever remember. I kind of hate the middle part of the year. You know what's funny? I was looking at the calendar of birthdays on Saturday and those that are closest to me are all born at the later part of the year or in March/April (my birth month) with a couple exceptions. Just NOT into the summer at all. AT ALL.
I hated "United States of Tara" Season I, but gave Season II a shot today since it is on Showtime on Demand and I really loved it. They finally got the show interesting. I wonder if they did a focus group and eliminated all the annoying nonsense of the first one. I hated almost every character in the first season, this one they were tolerable and almost likable. Adding new personalities to Tara's repertoire didn't hurt. There were some great songs. Here's the ending credit one from the season finale. I like Frankie Avalon. : )
Is one of my top favorite songs. I love songs that weave a tale (shocker). I've never heard a version of it like this one though. It was during the end scene/credits of a French film "Un Prophete". Initially when it started playing it was faint enough that I was like "this seems so familiar" and I should DEFINITELY know the song regardless the arrangement. If you like the song, you should read up on it a bit. It's a fascinating read --- if you like dark, grim things. I mean who doesn't? : )
I had quite a marvelous time mocking the men of okstupid tonight with a friend. Well mocking and gawking. Seriously, she is finding all kinds of hotties that are totally eluding me. Any way. I signed up with eHarmony just to say that I really gave it a try. I will be flabbergasted if anything comes of it. I'm more of need to meet you in person, see you a dozen to five hundred times and find out that you've some how grown on me sort. (then there are the RARE immediate attractions that I've felt 3 times in my life)
So I don't anticipate announcing anything exciting, but you never can tell.
Why the tribal mask, you should be asking at this point? Why indeed. You see someone on okstupid had a pic of him wearing a tribal death mask as his profile pic and was potentially one of 8 other men who gave me 4 to 5 stars. My friend Michael informed me that I "HAVE" to go out with him. Not sure I'd return home with all my parts.
Dreamt last night that I was jet-skiing with Marilyn Monroe and we were both really excited to learn we were both shoe size 10 so we could share shoes.
Of all the wack-ass dreams I had last night, that's the only one I can share.
I've been having fun with "Photoshop Disasters" lately. There are some amazing ones out there and others that I just SO don't have an eye for. I literally stare and try to figure out why it's so wrong. Double sunset is my favorite though. Made me wish there were two suns, then I stepped outside and took that wish right back.
I got nothing accomplished today. I think I got a wee bit of food poisoning from the bbq at work yesterday. That or the chicken salad I had last night was off. I don't know, but my tummy was none to thrilled for most of the day. Had to keep to bland foods. That's fun.
Saw "Black Hawk Down" today for the first time. Man, EVERY ONE was in that film. It was good. I'm a big R. Scott fan though so it's not too amazing that I loved it. War movies are hit and miss with me though. Like "The Hurt Locker". I really hated it as I look back on it. I'll watch it again when it hits HBO or whichever channel it will hit. I find it hard to say a "like" a film that makes me feel so bad. I mean I'll admire the cinematography, story line, acting etc but if I'm freaked out and uncomfortable the whole film that's hard for me to say "Yeahhhhh, great film. I loved it." I wish Netflix had a star for "I acknowledge this was a labor of love, and well executed, but the subject matter freaked me the fuck out". Can they make a star like that? : P
I saw a movie tonight that I was surprised I liked, "A Perfect Getaway". Timothy Olyphant was in it. That's really why I watched. I want to climb him. I should make that one my 43Things "Climb Timothy Olyphant" I know that's TMI, but this blog is about 99.9999% TMI isn't it? Anyway I can't say a lot about it, because it would give it away. I just have to say though that I'm finding Steve Zahn harder and harder to tolerate. He is what made "Treme" completely fucking unwatchable for me. He played a music snob that made me hate music and him (of course most music snobs make me hate them and music). I remember when he was first starting out that I found him funny and likable. Now I just wish someone would take him out in almost everything he's in. Still, the movie was surprisingly good.
I could keep going on and on about my opinions tonight, but I'll stop here. I have had "Popular" stuck in my head all week so now, I'll try to get it out of mine by putting it in yours.
except relaxing, maybe one home project, dinner with a friend to catch up and use up a Groupon that it's set to expire in a couple weeks, and a lot of self-breast exams (they are my favorite).
this is still the part of you that wants to give!!!
I love this song and have to play it every 3rd of September. Forgot about the video. I think it was back in G Michael's not appearing in his videos phase to eff with Sony or something like that. Why do I even know that?
My ex-husband always said "August is the month everyone dies." Man, is he right. Well for his family anyway. I've only lost one person dear to me in the month of August, four years gone by now (it's her necklace you see me wear everyday). I would say two as my father-in-law died the following year, in August, and I cared so much about him for years, but he and my mother-in-law killed any regard I had for them a few years prior to his passing. Anyway, this isn't a post to trash the "dearly departed", but it is a bit about "The Departed".
First of all, I love, love, love, love, LOVE "The Departed" and I quote myriad lines from the film. If you've seen it, there is a scene where Kevin Corrigan (who plays DiCaprio's coked out cousin) sees DiCaprio in his mother's kitchen and DiCaprio tells him he's back because his mother died and Corrigan says, "Sorry for your troubles" like DiCaprio's car was in the shop or something. It cracks me up every freaking time. Well for the entire month, anytime anyone slightly complains to me about anything I want to say "Sorry for your troubles" just like he did. I know no one will get it, so I refrain but damn it would be funny.
I have to acknowledge some important people. Seven of them. I know a lot of people read my blog from time to time because they either tell me they do or they slip and say something that gives away that they do. Well I now have seven people who are actually subscribed to this blog and I'm grateful to you. It's nice. I know sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm psycho, and sometimes I just post a music video, but it means a lot that you're actually "Following" me.
