Tuesday, January 29, 2013

No water, but a DRIVE THRU SUBWAY?!?

I’m kind of a mess today. I cried and laughed. I tried to boost the spirits of others. I flipped people off and opened the door for others. I feel like I could easily slip into a melt down, but I’m trying not to. Here’s what’s on my screwed up, complicated female brain. I’m not feeling appreciated these days and it’s taking its toll. Ugh. I need my simple minded self to appear on occasion. Anyway, here goes.

I’m trying really hard to believe that great things happen to good people. Really hard. But I also want to believe that bad people get what’s coming to them. I have a list of bad people who don’t deserve the good that they’ve received. I will read that to Baby Jesus tonight before bed. If you want an idea of what actions bad people partake in, here are a few of them.
1.     They get arrested for possession of meth and cocaine.
2.     They accuse you of possessing the same qualities that they do. For example, a drug addict says that you, too, are an addict. Even though accused addict has never smoked a cigarette or done the pot. Lying to yourself about other people isn’t gonna get you anywhere. Instead it shows how fried your head is and how delusional you are.
3.     They use and abuse people and promise things that they have no intentions of delivering. Such as money borrowed. Or restitution. They say and text the words “I Love you,” but fail miserably at the act of love.
4.     They drag their kids into their mess. The absolute most shameful thing they could do. Sickening.
5.     They try and make you feel guilty for recognizing that they suck at life. And they continue to suck their enablers into their web of shame.
6.     They use their kids to get who and what they want.
7.     They murder or steal. They hit and run. They park in someone’s reserved parking spot, thus causing them to get a door ding. They leave their carts out in the parking lot of the supercenter on a windy day knowing it’s gonna hit someone else’s vehicle.

That’s my short list of bad things that horrible people do. None of this is personal to me. Allegedly.

Now onto the light hearted stuff.

I saw a Subway with a drive through today. BRILLIANT! Now you can eat fresh and not stink like body odor for the rest of the day. HOLLA!

I follow MTV Teen Mom 2 twitter posts. 9 out of 10 of them are about Janelle Evans. If her bad attitude and lack of human decency leads to the cancellation of this show, I will most def start a Janelle sucks fan club. With a message board. And email address like janelleevanssucksatlife@gmail.com. No. It would be Hotmail. Janelle doesn’t deserve gmail. I might even go so far as to do an AOL account. That can only be checked on dial up. Because I think that Janelle would have her DSL service cut off because she would spend all her money on crack whore boyfriends and lawyer fees. Or maybe NetZero. But her credit card would get declined when they went to auto charge her every month and that service would get shut off, too. Do you think she lives in the dark? Does she walk in the door and do a quick check to see if her lights got shut off? I’m guessing she does. Crack whore. Ugh.

I got a note on my door saying that my water would be off yesterday while they fixed a broken water line. So I was shocked to come home today and attempt to wash my hands. NOTE TO SELF. Start running the water BEFORE you squirt soap all over your hands. That sucked. Here are a few more things I’ve realized I cannot do now that I have no water.
-       Dig a well and fill it with a water hose
-       Flush the toilet…no matter what happens in it
-       Wash my George Foreman grill after making my grilled sandwich
-       Brush my teeth. Luckily I brushed them at 3:30 this morning, so I don’t really need to again, right?
-       Shave my legs because I can’t take a shower.
-       Wash my face because I have no water.
-       Wash my car because there’s no water.
-       Catch stray dogs and give them baths.
-       Bring homeless people here to get cleaned up.
-       Laundry. Let’s hope I have clean panties.
-       Fill up my Pur water container.
-       Fill up empty water bottles with sink water to reduce, reuse, and recycle.
-       Park in my reserved spot because there’s a giant hole in the ground where I normally park. That would leave a dent if I drove into it.
-       Make pasta.
-       Send containers of water to kids in Africa who don’t have clean water because that Koni guy is a drunk naked fraud.
-       Make large bags of ice to sell and, of course, donate that money to charity.
-       Wash fruits and vegetables. Or drink water by the liter like I normally do.
-       Do a neti pot to keep me from potentially drowning in my sinus drainage. If this sinus stuff kills me, the blood is on my apartment complexes hands.
(I know I could go get bottles of water. Just go with me on this, people. It’s the principle.)

I automatically dismiss the thought of seeing any movie that Bruce Willis is in. Not gonna do it. He was rude to me before and I decided that I don’t want to fund his ego. And it also makes me question whether or not I should like those associated with him. Like Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Mila Kunis, and, of course, Kevin Bacon.

Tierra’s Eyebrows are following me on Twitter. Me and like 1,300 other people. Dang it.

Did the Kelly Clarkson and Jennifer Nettles “Duets” show get cancelled? If it did I’m gonna blame it on boring Robin Thicke and John Legend. Who wants to watch boring on TV?

I got the Justin Bieber acoustic album. I’m still pissed that we got left out of the movie, but maybe he will remember us…or ME…in the sequel. You should know that it was a download on a DJ site. I didn’t pay for it. It’s kind of my “suck it” to JB for being a junior DB at times.

I narrow all these Craigslist ads down to one that I can share. I will try again tomorrow though. Good night. 

Monday, January 28, 2013

Yeah, I'm kind of random

Alright. So it’s been a few days. I hope I can get my thoughts together without notes and stuff. Here goes nothing.

Just a quick note to the cashier at 7-11. If I tell you that the RedBox kiosk is broken, don’t tell ME to go over and call the number on the machine. I don’t need your RedBox to work. There’s one at the Walgreens like 50 feet away. Unless you want to pay me a 7-11 salary to get stuff done with you sit there and mouth breathe, do it your dang self.

Why is it that the pharmacy tech who looks like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast automatically rubbed me the wrong way? Was it because I just assume he’s gonna act like Gaston and be an arrogant jerkface? I’m not gonna let my cartoon comparison get in the way of being nice and giving him the benefit of the doubt, but I did have to catch myself.

Do you have people on your news feed that you can tell spend way too much of their time thinking of clever puns and crap to post? Perhaps they are unaware that the pun is the lowest form of comedy. Not impressive. In fact it’s annoying. I’m going to start hiding people from my feed because it takes everything in me to not tell them how I feel about their posts that they obviously dwelled on for way tooooo long.

I almost cut my toe off with my razor. Here’s a little TMI probably. I am one of those girls who gets little hair patches that grow occasionally on my toes. So I shave them. And I was taking aim with my razor and lost my balance and caught myself by throwing my razor on my toe. It bled a LOT. It’s better now with the help of a band aid. But it looked like that scene in Adventures in Babysitting with Brad accidentally gets stabbed in the foot by the gang members on the subway. I didn’t go to the ER though. And nobody thought I died. And no little girl who adores Thor ran up so happy that I wasn’t dead. But the idea of getting a bloody toe was the same.

I just got off the phone with Haven at Texas Tickets. She has tickets for tomorrows Lady Gaga concert here in Dallas for less than face value! So if you want to be surrounded by Little Monsters and see the talent that Whitney Houston inspired, call her at 214-696-8001.


One of my favorite things to do when I’m bored is to go through Craigslist seeking ads. I figured I will start posting some of my better finds at the end of my recaps. Here’s what made me giggle today.

I have been called a stem, a feminine woman that doesn't mind being dominant
such as dressing boyish from time to time.
Or just chillin at the crib, eating take out & watching a movie.
All I ask is that YOU HAVE A CAR! I don't have one.
Please have a pic! No Men! No couples unless a lesbian couple!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Random thoughts

I'm writing this in spite of the fact that I'm distressed over this horrible breakout I'm experiencing. I've convinced myself that I'm not going through a super late puberty, but instead I attribute it to these things.
1. That pool of salt I floated in last week was greatness, but maybe pulled too much moisture out of my skin.
2. I switched my face wash for a little bit. I love Burts Bees stuff, but their face wash and make-up  removal wipes aren't for me. Lesson learned the hard way.
3. Let's face it. I'm not pregnant. I will not get pregnant without a lot of cash thrown at the effort and the deliberate attempt at it. So PMS is a big part of each and every month. And here it is. I know I'm gonna start any second now, but the outside lower part of the right side of my nose isn't itching. So what the heck?
4. Insanity. Even the warm up of this workout makes me drenched in sweat. It's some serious stuff. But I am determined to get out of my fat kid state and back into the girl who will strip down to a bikini at any given moment and dance on the pole.

So, now that you know why my face is broken out, I will just share a couple of random thoughts.

You should blow your nose one nostril at a time. Doing one hard blow that includes both might push the mucus down and cause a sinus infection. Those things such. So blow one nose hole at a time people!

Have you noticed that kids these days wear helmets for everything? I'm fairly certain I never had a helmet and look how I turned out! I get it, parents. Better safe than sorry and why take an unnecessary risk. Just funny how times have changed.

And last, I have to say thank you to everyone who has stuck with me for so long. I've been with Kidd for 14 years now. I don't know how much longer the journey will last, but I'm going to ride the wave while I can. It's very humbling to have people come up to me or Tweet me or send me Facebook messages about how I'm their favorite on the show. I don't pretend to understand that. I don't even have a mic! I have to admit that if I could listen to the show and hear me talk on it a lot, I would love me, too. But that isn't the case. So i guess there's some bond that has been formed with people who have stuck with me for so many years and, for that, I'm truly grateful.

Now, I must go reapply moisturizer to my pre-pubescent looking face. Good night!

Monday, January 21, 2013

Writing this goes against my better judgement...

I'm going to start writing on this site and just posting the link on Facebook. And...BEWARE. This might make me look like a gross, disgusting person. I probably shouldn't write this, but I tell you everything else. So why leave this out? We will lead into the gross...

1. I had a rough day yesterday. I'm sorry that I put it all out there earlier today. Monday's suck as it is. So to log on and see my whiny little blog post was probably a beat down. I apologize for that. Today was much better. I did my Insanity workout, cleaned up the spilled hot chocolate in my car, vacuumed out the crumbs that Keith (a boy) probably didn't leave, but I will blame him anyway, did load after load of laundry, and now I'm finishing up The Bachelor.

2. What I'm about to write might make you look at me in a whole new light. Or might make you never want to look at me again. I don't know. But I feel like I need to tell this.

So I have digestive issues. Always have. One time when I was younger I got so constipated they thought I was having an appendicitis. So my mom had to rush me to the ER just so they could give me ExLax and an IV. Anyway, just setting the scene, it's always been an issue for me.

As part of this Insanity thing I've been doing, I've been drinking tons of water. I drink it by the liter and today I'm on number 7 or 8. It has been helping with my digestive issues...maybe a little too much. I'm not about to tell you any Al Roker stories about sharting myself. This might be worse though. I don't know.

Here goes. Today I had to use the bathroom. And since I don't go often, I had to go a lot. And I didn't realize it when I should have. I failed to do the courtesy flush. So when I finished up, I went to flush the toilet and everything didn't want to go down. And the water kind of backed up a little bit. No big deal. Most of the gross was gone. Now it was mostly water with some grossness in it. I grabbed the plunger and saw that the water had receeded some, so why not try and flush it again. BAD IDEA.

The water started rising fast and furiously. I stuck the plunger in there and the extra mass in the toilet was more than the bowl could hold. So the  water with the grossness in it started overflowing. There was nothing I could do. I grabbed towels to catch the water so that it didn't make it's way off of the laminate flooring and near the carpet. I was successful. But I had toxic water puddles in my bathroom. Disgusting.

I think I shed a tear or two just because the OCD in me couldn't handle it. I got my heavy duty cleaning gloves and cleaned up the water as best as I could. I threw the towels away because I don't want to dry my body with that crap! Literally.

I was humiliated and nobody but me knew it happened. I have since thrown the towels in the dumpster, the dumpster has been emptied, and the gross is long gone. I have scrubbed my bathroom floor with tears streaming down my cheeks and snot running down my lip  and Clorox wipes in my hand. I probably went through about 30 of those today. I don't think any of the poopy water made it anywhere I haven't scrubbed and the floor didn't cave in on the people below me. Thank goodness. But I'm that person who apparently can't use the potty without flooding the place. Oops.

I hope you're still with me. Again, I'm humiliated by the fact that this happened and I'm probably stupid for sharing. But come on. At the end of the day, we're all human. And like the book says "Everybody poops." Some just more than others I suppose.

Good night.

Yes. I DO have feelings...

I'm gonna do an early morning MLK Day recap. I didn't get one done last night. I was pretty much good for nothing once I got home. Just felt defeated.

1. I'm not one to let my feelings get hurt easily, but they were like 3 times over the weekend. My post about Keane on Friday night was the first of it. My friend asked me if I wanted to go to the show with her a month ago. But then her ex decided that she wanted to go, so my ticket was given to her and I got the text that said "don't worry. I will find you another ticket." Why did this hurt my feelings? She offered to get a ticket for me. But why was it ME that she was gonna have to find a new ticket for? She already promised that one to me. The show was sold out. If I promised someone a ticket to a show and knew that they were excited about it, I wouldn't give that ticket away and then make them feel like crap by saying that you're gonna take time out of the overwhelming schedule you already have to find them another ticket? I told her not to bother getting a ticket for me. I didn't ask for the original ticket in the first place. She offered it. So it really rubbed me wrong to be pushed aside like that.

2. Then on Saturday I DJ'd a benefit for the Tarrant County AIDS Outreach center. It went really well. Keith was with me and the event ended at 9:30, so afterwards we went to the Dallas gayborhood. I'm friends with one of the bartenders there and she said that she was going to put me on the list at the door. They charge $6/head to get into this place, so I was all about being on that list. So we stand in the stupidly long line out in the cold and then finally get to the lady who lets people in. Keith tells her. We are on your list. Keith and Shanon. She sits and looks at him and says "what list?" That's when I jump in and tell her that I had been with my bartender friend earlier in the day and she said she was going to put Keith and me on the list to get in cover-free. The woman looks at me in a pissy way and says "What's the code word?" I say what code word? She tells me that I should've been given a code word if I was intended to get in for free. By then end of the conversation she had questioned my integrity to the point that I just gave up. I was pissed. She came just short of calling me a liar, which is one thing I am not. Not cool. At all. I was insulted by her response and when I thought about it, she hurt my feelings. I don't expect any special treatment from anyone. But I also don't expect to be treated as poorly as the ladies who work that door treat me. Lucky for me there's a new bar that's opened up downtown. They aren't greedy buttholes who charge a cover. The staff smiles at you instead of talking down to you. I'm excited about this.

3. I can't get into the specifics on this, but yesterday was someone's birthday. So I called to wish him a happy one and I ended the call saying "Have a happy birthday. I love you." The reply that I got? "Alright. Bye." This was someone who I would expect to say "I love you, too." But that didn't happen. And it really bothered me that I didn't get that. I'm no saint, but I'm also not a crack whore. Anyway, nothing I can do about it now. But it really has been bothering me.

4. I was auctioned off for the HRC yesterday and it was awful. I was humiliated. I went for $700. Which is not the least amount I've gone for, but it certainly wasn't the highest. If you follow my FB posts, you know I was terrified this would happen. I felt like the auctioneers had to beg for me to even get that much. Awful. So I'm trying to look at the positive and tell myself that I've helped raise a few thousand for the HRC at this point and I should be happy that someone wanted to even pay that much for me. So I'm gonna keep trying to be all Suzy Sunshine about it.

I've started writing in my journal on a regular basis. It's seriously no holding back. Why should I? I have transcribed text messages and written things down that should make for an awesome book one day. My hand gets tired, though. So I have to do some here and some there. But it's coming along nicely. Whoo hoo!!!