You're nobody til somebody stalks you...

Anyone have a stalker? I had one once. It's not all it's cracked up to be. There was no televized court room drama for my stalker, no no. Just the relocation of 300+ miles away. Kind of miss it though...made me feel special...just kidding!

So in my random thoughts yesterday I was thinking about the whole hurricaine and how much it sucks for all of those people trapped in their attics. Here's what I want to know, some of these people looked damn able bodied. Why did they not evacuate? I mean the stats on this storm were enough to scare the crap out of me! Why stick around? I wonder when the Big Easy will be "back to normal" or will they just remane it New Orleans Inlet? Damn shame so much history there. Yes HISTORY you perverts! Not all about the boobies!

Lost a whole freaking pound. 30 more to go! I am so depressed. When did I allow my ass to get so fucking fat??? I have been drinking more water than a damn fish and trying not to eat like Michael Moore. I hear he went away to a fat camp run by Colin Powel. That would be interesting. With a name like Colin, do you suppose he would offer unlimited colonics? I mean that could be his slogan, Colonics by Colin: We'll suck the shit out of you and spew it on to the poo poo head that is Saadam.

I could go on all day, but I am going to go work the cul-de-sac with my new Alexis Vogel makeover.

Later.

Don't give up

For starters, what the heck happened to my wireless keyboard. I am just realizing this now that it is gone and I am using this attached pices of shit!

Nevermind.

Word World

Holy shit, I am addicted to freaking word world. This is so sad!! I don't even take time to sign on, just play. Oh god I need a life.

Been thinking a lot lately about people. People in you life that you do not take the time to tell how you really feel about. I mean how hard is it to tell them abou that inane thing they did for you god knows how long ago that they forgot but chances are you remembered it.

My sister is driving me nuts. All she ever does is bitch bitch bitch. How do I tell her I have a hard time feel bad for her stupidity and to stop throwing herself a pity party 24/7. I want to be supportive. There is just too much of a gap and well, the truth hurts. I try to say it, but the manner I do, just doesn't work. What do you say? What do I do?

25. Married. Housewife.

Housewife....that word just shows me a picture of a plumb lady in a blue polka dotted dress with a white apron and red hair. A smile laden with red lipstick standing beofre a crisp white clean counter looking over a tower of choclate chip cookies that she painstakingly baked. That tower that any minute will just crumble before into a mass of crumbs and unrealized dreams. Take that to a shrink and analyze it, he'll tell you, she ain't right....

T-minus 3 days until panic attack.

New

Blog, I hate that freaking word. Okay, why I am I doing this....oh right, I am a freakin loser! No, I am board and I need a place to vent my random thougthts, complaints, etc.

Oh well, doing a whole lot of nothing today. Obsessing over Katrina? Here, the AP took a picture for ya:












More to come....