Random Ramblings...Don't like it? Don't read it.
Good evening folks. It's been a while since I posted a new blog. For those of you who care, I apologize. I'll start by saying that I've been drinking grey goose for the past few hours and I may or may not be steaming, stinking drunk. Some may say I have a problem. Those same some that say that may fuck off.
I watched a movie with Johnny Depp annd John Malkovich tonight. No, they weren't with me in the living room....that was Mr & Mrs Scuba. But they were actors in the movie. It was artsy and such, and I didn't understand much of the dialogue. But it was set in England a few hundred years ago or so, and they used tons of profanity set to Olde English standards, such as the words prick, wench and cunt, or "C U Next Tuesday" for those of you that are so inclined. So, although I didn't understand much, the words I did understand I enjoyed immensly. I'm sure there was a message to the movie. Johnny Depp is a very smart, witty, artistic, yet cynical guy...he does what he wants...drinks like a sailor. Anyway, he lives an unfullfilled life and ends up dying a sort of tragic, drunken death of syphillis, while his hot wife (who he turns away earlier in the movie for some other bitch) lays by his side the whole time and is with him on his deathbed. Sweet. Tragic. Poetic. I'm sure I missed the message. Anyhoo...fill my cup with goose and soda, will you please, toots? Not too much ice. Thanks.
Our internet has been down off and on since Friday afternoon. Thanks, Adelphia, real bang up job you're doing. You can officially suck on my ABC (that's Ass-Ball Connection for those of you keeping score at home). Although I have quite a bit of a life outside of the internet, when I do choose to use it, my technologically-pampered ass wants it to work ASA fucking P, so this "Page cannot be located" shit can stop now. Along the same lines, but for an entirely different reason, those of you attempting to call me will have learned that my phone is turned off. This is not due to any ineptituedes of Cingular, but of my own. It's called "we haven't had a storm in months and I sell hurricane shutters...money is slow." I can either pay child support, eat and drink...or I can talk to you fuckers. I made my choice, I stand by it and I'm quite happy with it. I'll be back soon. YES I'll call and YES, I still love you all.
On to other things.... It was recently brought to my attention that my hair has grown quite unruley and I should either brush it, cut it, or at the very least utilize some sort of styling product. To those that critisize, I say love me or leave me alone. The same goes to those of you who tell me to shave.
I'll be at quarterdeck Thursday night for karaoke. I'm trying to organize a going away party for my friend Heather and her BF Jordan there on that night. Also, I have been feeling a bit rambunctious, so be ready. Also, have bail money on hand, as I cannot be held accountable for my actions, even though the law ennforcment officers of Palm Beach County seem hell bent on making me so. Whatever. Let's rock the casbah, bitches.
I'm out. Where's more goose & soda?