Ohhhh la la

“Butt splices”, “jacks”, “mounts”, “3-ways”, “inserts”, and “plugs”.

And no, I wasn’t at a porno shop, I was at Lowes looking at phone accessories.

Fucking frog lickers!

Voodoo ca ca Rendez-vous:

I got scared by a very strange albino man in a top hat today. He was walking to Target and bumped into me almost three times… and we were the only people on the sidewalk! He also had yellowish eyes. And I was alone. In Columbus. With scary cat-eyed albino man. I was seriously thinking about pissing myself.

Movies (and yes, I’m stealing Sarah’s style)
Triplets of Belleville:

http://www.sonyclassics.com/triplets/

http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/thetripletsofbellville.html

This movie kicks extreme ass. Go get it. It’s in French, but that doesn’t matter all that much because they hardly speak anyway. It’s just so wonderful and it the most absofuckinglutely marvelous sound track ever. Go download “Benoît Charest - Belleville Rendez-Vous” if you don’t believe me.

A little foreign adventure!

I went to Canada. I’m gonna be Canadian! I’m already working on my ‘ooout and aboot’. Canadians are so nice, and smiley, and they have arcades, and they let me drink and gamble my money away. It’s so great. And, as usual… I have pictures!


Look, we’re in a foreign country!





And it’s Geoff being all touristy!


Then it’s angry me!


And us eating Candian McDonalds!


Then my Mazda, but, but… a Candian version!


And isn’t he just a hottie?




Okay, now I’ve got to stop writing because there is pizza and cheesy bread and cinnamon sticks and a scary movie and my boyfriend.

And, just in case you feel like being freaked out tonight...
http://www.muchosucko.com/links57.html

Want to get your point across to someone you really don't like? Make them one of these, making sure to use the word 'fuckwit' at least once, and send them a quick little e-mail.

http://tombstone.dogcrap.net/create.php

P.s. you may not want to send that e-mail, or if you do, don't blame it on me when you start getting threatening e-mails or friendly warning from the police.

Man, I love my job.

I say that at least half a dozen times a day. Today it hit me when I was leaning against the front counter talking to Vicki while eating a piece of birthday cake a little girl had given me, blue messed up frosting all in my teeth. One of our regulars, George, sat across from us in one of our big yellow chairs and tried to teach us dirty phrases in German. Earlier, a little five year old boy looked up at me and said “you’re really nice, you know?” after I popped popcorn for him. A group having a family reunion of sorts bought us pizza. Vicki and I sang songs from the Supremes and waltzed behind the counter. There were well mannered motorcyclists, women spilling out of their bikinis, men talking about lime Jell-O sex, drunk brides, and so much more.

Man, I love my job.

p.s.
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Eight pictures in all, probably huge files.

I must summarize yesterday and today.

Ahem…

I ran over two raccoons, one each day, and not on purpose.
I was almost killed on numerous occasions, most including the use of fireworks or horseshoes.
And I went sky diving. (insert ‘holy shit‘ and no, I‘m not lying.)

Detailed stories and an annoying sum of pictures soon to follow.

Now, sleep.