One Halloween, Tim went as Carrie, maybe I was George Michael? with a tight white shirt, caesar haircut and gold hoops…gotta have Faith!
The gay pride parade is this weekend in downtown St. Pete. I was planning on going and hitting Ybor City after…but I’m a little piggy (not in a sex way)…I’m never gonna be thin again 😦
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because
I blame it on my A.D.D. baby
This is how an angel dies
I blame it on my own sick pride
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself (myself)
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby
Maybe I’m a different breed
Maybe I’m not listening
So blame it on my A.D.D. baby
I am finally gainfully employed again, and I was looking forward to my first check on last Friday. My employer was supposed to have direct-deposited it. I was so busy Friday I didn’t get a chance to check my bank account until 5:30 p.m., and guess what: no money! I ate canned soup and peanut butter all weekend. I had $7.51 on my lone credit card, on Sunday afternoon I carried out a Hungry Howie’s large pepperoni (special $5.95/tax) and I was going to pig out! When I got home I put the pizza on the nightstand by my bed and went for a quick dip in the pool: 20 minutes tops. When I came back in, Cricket and Squeak were sprawled out, digesting their meal like lionesses on the Serengeti…my pizza!!! Cricket must have pulled it down as soon as I stepped out…
Word on the street is that Mr. Big is an undercover friend of Dorothy’s…I wish Mr. Sutherland had been flashin’ as well…
“Well now we know what had Carrie Bradshaw coming back to Mr. Big all those years: a big, beefy ass. Chris Noth showed off his rump (and a hint of nut sack, too) at Sean Connery’s annual Dress to Kilt fundraiser. Noth and his co-stars from “The Championship Season” closed the show, and when they reached the end of the runway, up came the kilts. See the NSFW shots after the jump.”
Stephen King at almost his best, dissecting the human psyche when faced with weird/strange/scary i.e. rapid dogs, plagues, aliens, Kathy Bates. The premiere of Under the Dome is scheduled for Monday June 24th on CBS.
“She can’t help it,’ he said. ‘She’s got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.”
“If you can’t laugh when things go bad–laugh and put on a little carnival–then you’re either dead or wishing you were.”
“She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.”
“The top drawer was locked, but I forced it open. You know what else was in there, Sanders? Some of the skankiest jerk-off material I have ever seen.”
“Kids?” Andy asked. He wouldn’t be surprised. When the devil got a preacher, he was apt to fall low, indeed. Low enough to put on a tophat and crawl under a rattlesnake.
“Worse, Sanders.” He lowered his voice. “Orientals.”