Happy New Year!!!!

I wish that I could come up with something a little more creative for a title today but, alas I cannot. I'm just a little nostalgic right now. I wonder why? What is an attractive vamp (thanks Carl) like me doing home all by her little self on New Year's? Good question. The funny thing is that my husband wants to keep the boys tonight so I'm free but I think I'll sit my little hot self down and sit at home. I have only gone out maybe twice on New Year's. My ex fiance took me out once in rural Missouri. Fun. I didn't know whether or not I should duck or do the hoe down. Yee haw! Well at least he tried. It was so dumb because he was underage and I was 21 and they asked him who he was with and he pointed to me, "her." Let me stop. It was cool because we didn't pay for anything, I danced, beat him at cricket (ha ha), and got free champagne and favors. That was also the first year I was kissed at midnight. Then, when we got home the party really started. Ok I'll stop there.
The second time I went out on New Year's I was in good old Minneapolis, which should be my home. It was 2000 (yes I went there for the millennium and Y2K). I am stupid because I missed the really cool fireworks display that Chicago had. It was awesome because all of the beaches had fireworks displays from the northside to the southside (awww I just have to tell you something later, don't let me forget). Ok but anyways we got dressed--I was still fat at the time but I still wore some pretty satin jeans and this bisexual guy named Matt parted my hair. Thanks Matt! I really didn't believe that he was going to part it right but Phillip called Matt into the bathroom when I was having trouble parting my hair. Matt worked at the Gap. See, I used to watch this WB show called Perfect and the girls always had these really cute cris cross complicated parts in their hair. Well let me tell you, Matt did the part so pretty and so perfectly. I looked so cute. Ok fast forward. We payed a fortune to dance at First Avenue 7th Street entry (Prince's old club, watch Purple Rain). I saw this really cute guy that reminded me of Chris from Stabbing Westward (thud) oops formerly of SW but currently with the Dreaming, but he was only concerned with Nesha and if she was ok. I really wanted to choke the living day lights out of Nesha that night. Well I'm glad that I spent the last New Year's of the '90s with good friends at a good place in a good town. May old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind da da da da da da da da da da old lang syne. I might get into some trouble yet tonight. How's New Year's in Bridgeport?
Oh btw the tid bit I wanted you to remind me of earlier: I got so super excited when dj Fook of Q101 talked about buying 10 pairs of socks off I55 for $10 and his big smoked whitefish from Bobaks that I just had to totally call in and hit on him. If you guys remember he totally freaked me out when he first started working for Q101 and he asked me to say "Ooooh Fook, rub my back." I totally screwed that up and stopped listening to him but he's a little less perverse now. Another Steve Fisher? Maybe. Maybe not. But we'll just see if I spend another Saturday at the Q101 studios in the Merchandise Mart again. ;)

I am Such a Doofus

Oh and the other reason I am totally back here is because of q101. Q101 is the only surviving alternative music radio station on the planet (an exaggeration). As I have stated before I remember when Alternative was king. It was the '90s. I was young and had the whole wide world in front of me and it was my oyster. I went to tons of concerts, met tons of great people, and had tons of fun fun fun fun fun. But it was the alternative music that helped all that. See I would always have a band or song or video to talk about and I befriended people who would never probably talk to me if it wasn't for Green Day, R.E.M., Depeche Mode, Portishead, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Sponge, Smoking Popes, Nine Inch Nails, Temple of the Dog, Rage Against the Machine, and especially Smashing Pumpkins and Violent Femmes (the kings)! Yeah baby! Anyways the station is counting down the 101 top songs of the past 13 years. There is a different year and a different 101 songs each day. Then you vote for your favorite year and it will be replayed on the 1st or something like that. I would vote for 1995 but since I haven't had time to listen to much of the countdown I'm going to just read the lists at their site http://q101.com and vote for the year with all of my favorite songs. It's probably between '94, '95, and '96.

This Blog

Why do I blog? Why do I continue to blog here after I vowed to give it up? Well I love to blog. I love this blog. I have cooled off now and I find it very interesting/funny/entertaining that someone took time to read this blog (thanks for reading) and took the time to print off some pages to take to my husband (I wish he would slip on some ice and fall into unconsciousness). Let's see, it's Christmas Eve so I don't expect to see him until maybe the 26th or the 27th if I'm lucky. We are supposed to be spending the 1st at a resort so maybe I'll see him by then but I'll probably have to cancel my reservation :( because I'm broke at the moment.
Anyways I went to the first blog I joined which is Steve and Amy Sly.
http://steveandamysly.tannerworld.com
To me they are so freakin' cool and the epitome of how the perfect couple should be. Their wedding and all of their adventures is posted there. See they really have fun with blogging. They travel with the people that belong to their blog. My husband is afraid to travel with them. Because of their blog they get free stuff. I want free stuff. I mean they get tickets to stuff, products, coupons, and etc. But my blog is much more entertaining--in a way. But see I lack a digital camera and this is necessary to really have a good blog.

Btw: The results of the revelation that I totally bash my husband online on this blog. You may notice that I'm not as confused, cynical, angry, and upset on today's posts. It's a shame. Now that my husband knows "all" of my secrets (even though the creep isn't here this morning) we have been getting along like newlyweds (which we kind of are). We have been such the couple for the past few weeks and all that I've revealed to him and all that he's found out from another person have brought us much closer together. He's at home, he's been giving me money and buying me meals (I'm overweight again guys), he's been caring for his children, and he's been going out with me. It would be in poor taste to reveal how else he's been performing but Loretta, why do you have a smile on your face hon? Well I must go back to the land of computer procrastination. Ho Ho Ho, ho ho ho. Merry Christmas to one and all. Love you guys.

The Entry Below

If you click on the "x" below you will be taken to a picture of TomKat. It doesn't really bother me today (the picture) but evidently on the 16th of Dec. I was irritated or upset or something by it. I don't really love Tom Cruise. I wouldn't turn him down though either. Well... on second thought maybe I would, but he was Lestat after all. What's with Stuart Townsed? He was Lestat? But I never viewed "The Queen of the Damned." I wonder why. Anyways he was also Lestat but anyways...
What the heck is Anne Rice thinking? She wrote this new book "Jesus Christ." Ok so let me get this straight. There are people who believe that Lestat really exists. They believe that he resides in New Orleans and that he visited Anne Rice to tell her the stories and that what she wrote wasn't really fiction. Ok, so did Jesus visit her as well? I think she's freakin' nuts, because of her I'm freakin' nuts...but I love you Lestat and I love you Tom Cruise and possibly Stuart Townsend oh and of course Jesus (but in a different way), and whomever Anne Rice cares to write about this week.

My decision

I have decided to leave blogspot. I prefer it here to myspace but I feel the need to be in the company of my true friends where I don't have to feel that there is anything unusual about my blogging behavior. I just read Nesha's latest post and if she can post about her bowels on the cruise ship, peeing in public at the jail in Germany, and the carrot smacking into the glass after seeing War of the Worlds there is nothing "Strange," unusual, or mental about my behavior here. I am glad and proud that we have lives and as soon as I can get up to Minneapolis or stroll on over to Europe to reclaim my life, I will do so. So goodbye old blogspot. I have to learn how to import pics to myspace because right now there is no pic of me and it's driving me up a freakin' wall. kiss kiss.
Contact me to find the myspace address though any old idiot can do a quick search for it. The blog is still public there too. Yay!!! All new husband bashing coming to myspace soon after I've finished all of my final papers! Btw I graduate in August Yayyyyyy!!!!

Some A**hole

Hey ladies.
Some major a**hole just snitched to my husband about our favorite blog and the stuff I've been saying on it. It shouldn't be any surprise to him, I mean if he would have ever listened to anything I've ever told him at all he would know all of this stuff anyways. But I only hear from him an average of 1 week out of the month anyways so I don't know why he's surprised to hear of what we've been discussing over the past few months. I mean really all the stuff I post is stuff that you and I talk about on the phone all the time and it's common knowledge--all of you know all of this. Anyways my husband and whoever thought they were doing him a favor by telling him about this blog think that it is "Strange" for me to write all this stuff on the blog. No, they are pathetic losers who live in the stoneage and need to get a life. I mean you have to be truly pathetic to not blog these days (I do understand that many of you do not have the time and energy to blog after you go about your daily lives and I'm not talking about you). But ok so what. I have a blog and I get real and personal on it. So does Nesha.
http://www.myspace.com/neshaderoni
So does Cara. (Sorry can't think of her addy right now). So does just about every band that's on tour. So does moby. http://www.moby.com -click on his journal. Does that make them strange. Does that make them have a mental problem. I consider what I write on this blog to be tame in comparison to what some people write about and if you have a problem with it go **** yourself and I hope you go to bloody hell because I have gotten rave reviews of my blog and there are people who are my real friends who really look forward to my posts and have been reading them every morning before they start their day off. (Though my husband tells me that it's someone that I know and love that told him about this, and that this person is going to print up all the stuff on here and show it to him I seriously doubt that it is any of you who are my true friends). Curses curses curses curses curses to whoever felt the need to try and ruin a marriage that is already ruined (duh!). I know you guys are thinking that I should pay this person because you all know how long I've been trying to get rid of the overweight, hairy, freak. (But he has been losing a lot of weight recently. He says I've been stressing him out but as you all know it's been the other way around since the early Spring of 2002). So send me your letters of support and please post it on the blog. I need to know that you guys are out there, reading, and supporting me. Tell me how much you like it. Don't email it to me please but if you absolutely have to email it to me then I'll just post it later. Thanks guys!