I gotta say, it is never a good sign when you try to login into your account to your blog, you have to input 7 passwords and then have to reset the damn thing because, dude, what is this place again?
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The girls are out of school!!! YAAAASSSS!!! QUEEN!!!!
I'm actually able to get some shit done and pay a bill or two, three, four.... oh, whatever. I've lost count there.
Per the usual, I'm all over the place. I'm still trying to set up an Etsy shop so I can do more with less stress on the hand.
So, yeah, that will be up in 2019.
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I'm in the middle of helping plan/coordinate my cousin's daughter's wedding from far away.
I've gotta say, I get my rocks off being creative and ticking things off of a list when it comes to young love. Not that I would go back to my 20's but I've gotta say, I would have loved to have the resources now that I didn't have then for my wedding.
Next stop: remote event planner extraordinaire! I'll only work with clients who like to text, email and don't mind me getting a bug up my ass at 1am!
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I've been doing wedding, signs and stuff but alas, I'm not sure I've even documented any of it because, I hate my ghetto phone and I'm usually running behind to the next gig to take a pic for posterity's sake.
Just go to my Instagram feed (inkstainedfingers.com) if you want to see some stuff I'm trying to play off as all professional and shit.
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If you don't understand the title of this post, then you obviously haven't watched t.v. and especially watched The Detour.
LOVE IT!!!
and GUESS WHAT?!??!!? BIG BROTHER IS COMING BACK SOON!!!!!
Wheeee!
My mother even tried to warn my friends, family and foe that I'll be outtie soon!
" Make your appointments now to see Shana,
because in a few short weeks she will be unavailable due to Big Brother Summer programming. "
and no, I'm still not on the show. My phat ass and fucked up knee couldn't handle sitting around for hours on end with nothing to do.
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Speaking of t.v. and well, social media.
Why do we have to be so fucking mean and evil?
AND SO UNFORGIVING....
Between the first female presumed Presidential nominee, the fucktard Ivy League rapist, people trying to kidnap your kid in your presence and all of the other profound images coming across us today; I just want to hide my head in the sand and make sure my girls don't go out into the wide blue expanse of negativity, devaluation and common respect and the fucking Golden Rule.
Are we all so desensitized and over saturated with images from social media that we have lost that sensitivity and empathy chip that separates us from non tax paying animals?
Let's all sigh and say, What the Fuck?
What the Fuck is happening to this country and humanity?
We might as well have a Zombie End-of-the-World situation because everyone is acting like mind numbing flesh eaters.
but first, let me get a new knee so I can run faster than a walker to save my shit.
It seems I'm really an obsessive person. With a truly lazy component added to the mix.
Mainly because, naps are KING! and I haven't taken my Thyroid meds for months now because my pharmacy isn't open at the crack of dawn. Not their problem but mine because really.... I keep forgetting to go there and get my meds. On all fronts. and well... the naps really keep calling my name and telling me, I'm their BITCH!
What I'm obsessing on: BECAUSE, no one can live without knowing what I spend my days in bed watching and listening to while not wasting good make-up on in public....
Why obsess? Because you should too! So we can chat at the very least on Facebook! Where all the old people curse and discuss their bullshit views! Well, I won't comment on your political or religious beliefs BUT I will totally re-pin your? Well.. nothing. For the most part BECAUSE? I'm lazy and so freaking Tired!!! BUT! I'll play some stupid Panda game and stalk you on Instagram or Facebook before I nod off into a peaceful deep slumber.
Cruise, Drive-by and Stalking: A NEW HEADER IN MY CATEGORIES~!
Vanderpump Rules is TRULY my guilty pleasure. AND Rich's. Though, don't ask him because he really does want to hang with boys. and keep that man-card...
I love me some truly vapid and stupid shit. and this show really takes the cake-that-I-don't-eat-because-I-don't-like-cake. Now, If-it-were-chocolate-cream-pie, that-would-be-an-all-out-war!
I'd still kick James' stupid self-absorbed non-stimulant handling ass.
This Group:
I have this strange and distinct love for them EVEN BEFORE I knew one of the bandmate's mother.
I have to say, I get all still and quiet when I listen to anything they write and play.
Okay, so I think this is too info is way too much to handle for even me. If I wasn't obsessed with it all... So I'll let you ruminate with all this yummy goodness.
and will leave you with this moment of Zen:
WHERE OH!!! WHERE DID MY KITTY CAT GO?
I can't handle this growing up shitz.nitz..
and she doesn't even know how beautiful she is.....
now. time for my nap or the very least coma. Can't handle the above info most of all.
debating the evidence from "Making a Murderer" with the dude selling me my stash at a local liquor store.
everyone has an opinion and Holy Hanna! If you can't argue with any accuracy or validity, don't begin to try to talk about the subject with me.
Speaking about murders, who is watching the "O.J." story?
who is even more scared shitless by John Travolta and those brows?
Speaking of low-brow and high-brow, who is completely sick of the crap-show political farce going on?
Who is even more sick of everyone's expert opinion on the subject?
and then I lost conscientiousness
Post started February 22nd but again, HEY! LOOK! bright shiny thing over there yon yonder!
We didn't have internet, phone or cable this afternoon. and YES! I paid the bill!
For some reason, we thought we might have been part of that pulse bullshit, where we were left behind but with lights.
I'm thinking we have been watching too many zombie or end-of-the-world movies as of late.
OMG! We couldn't.even.listen.to.music. Dang! Let's all take a nap!
Okay, so, we don't have Mp3's and that new-fangled biz.
I went to the Cloud and guess what? The Cloud doesn't work without the Internet!!!!
Screw that Big Brother not backing your business up!
I then had to go REAL OLD SCHOOL to entertain our quite abode.
I pulled out an old CD from 2002, maybe it was the Foo Fighters or maybe it was... the Foo Fighter (One by One)
Three hours later, I am thankful to know, my internet FINALLY came back. Little did the "Cox" know I had spent the last 1.5 hours repeating every word about Whitney Cummings and her stand-up about ladies going to the bathroom and Sharpie'ing the shit out of eyebrows and stapling the horse-hair back to that sad girl's head in a club.
Mainly, I thought this was funny because I had held my friend hostage in the bathroom at a club the weekend prior while making sure glitter and toilet paper were devoid from taking away from the total date visage of the bar hounds.
I even made a dollar.
Cue post started today March 10th, and now I'm tired and I don't care about writing about what I was going to write about....
even if is about my 'father' who is in a coma in a hospital in Texas. The only prior notification I had was from a Facebook status update from my half-sister then my uncle updating me today.
Nice to know where I stand in the family lineage. BUT then again, I always knew where I stood in the lineage. At the bottom of the Hoarder pile.
Oh, well. It's nice to know I made the right decision among many to not continue supporting abusive and derisive relationships with people who are not able to reciprocate or care.
I'm cool with that. Cool like that.
In making sure my pleasing attitude is not misunderstood, I do care and hope he makes it out unscathed. And lives another day to thank whatever deity. I would never wish anything ill on anyone. even if they don't give two shits about me.
I've been watching a slew of peeps who are committing to writing daily. We all know since I have the force of many secret agents in my midst of smoke and mirrors as well as my inability to commit to anything other than over-volunteering, I'm not going to begin to commit to such a public decree.
Though, my "Still Alice," mind would love to be so exclusive.
BUT! Yes, butt.....I would like to go back to the place and time where I felt like this was my space.
My space where I could talk about any mundane or super-muy! importantante! crapola subject.
For Fuck's sake.
Mainly because of stream of conscious spewing is just that, spewing and comforting and very purging. I will tell you, when I spew it? I don't recall it.
It feels so good. and freeing.
So, I'm going to be old school and try to just say, Fuck it
All!
O'clock! and say what I want to say.
Satan be damned. Hypocrisy withstanding.
Microscopes and dissection, blah, blah, blah.... Because, really, I could say the sky is blue and you would then turn that statement into a black voodoo doll full of dastardly stick-pins, of which your imagination is whittling down to black magic of my making. Something I don't care to subscribe to by the way.
or want to be beat the shit out of my husband out of his shear existence and co-existence with the debil. or devil. or she-devil.
me.
but blame it on the alchoho.ho.ho.hol.
**not so veiled attempt to discuss my past year, but... whateves....**
But first! Let me say, I/we have been playing Rock Band again!
WHeeee!!!!
The new incarnation!
It makes the baby Jesus so happy!
Just in case you are wondering who I look like while pounding away on the third set of replacement drums, here is a snippet of my prowess:
I'm Meg. Hear me ROAR!!! but better.
Since we are old and breathe old shit, The Pixies, rule our world.
For sooo many years.
So, tonight I revisit shit that makes us/me/the royal we, feel young and yet, very empowered?
You know, Fight Club?
Blog Club?
Where we don't speak of it but still try to be underground and participate?
with nary a breath?
Sidenote: I'm still waiting for Citibank to be blown up in some grand scheme so we don't have to pay the Evil Grand Lord, our kidneys and our good humor, and last vestiage of sound mind, when they jack that shit up because you had a disaster in the midst of life.
and mind? no such thing.
No matter what. We have always ended the past 'almost' seven years of Rockband with this song.
Rich is ALWAYS singing this tune, mainly because I force it to be so.
Not sure other than if you really dissect the song, you can discuss it amongst yourselves.
According to other sources, the song means...."environmentalism. The song mainly deals with man's destruction of the ocean and "confusion of man's place in the universe". "On one hand, it's [the ocean] this big organic toilet. Things get flushed and repurified or decomposed and it's this big, dark, mysterious place."
or relationships and people. A big 'ol decomposed pile of repurified shit that never seems to organically deal with itself or recompose to a more viable source.
or simply,
a monkey on your back that lost it's ever loving, motherfucking mind.
