In case James Lipton Croaks First
in case i never make in on inside the actors studio or james lipton dies before i get there or i get bumped by mariah carey and her glitter sequel im answering his questions. i'm sure you all are dying to know. for all you sensitive folks i'm not censoring so be for warned.


What is your favorite word? sale (but in the context of word i say a lot) i know, right? -i think that's something i say a lot i'd have to check with patrick

What is your least favorite word? fag/gay (as in that's gay)

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? getting so lost in something you never want it to end. when don't realize how much time has past and you stop looking at the small details and can only see the whole thing.when it's over you just can't talk and you instantly want to create something....and i wasn't even talking about sex but is kinda sounds like it.

What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally? listening to the negative voice in my head

What sound or noise do you love? my favorite cd's blasting in the car, my niece and nephews excitement when i haven't seen them in forever

What sound or noise do you hate? other people cracking their bones

What is your favorite curse word? fuck

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? craft maven like martha or trophy wife

What profession would you not like to do? mortician

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? wow you look thin! OR now the party can start!


song lyrics of the day:
you were a song in my head,
the warmth of the sheets in my bed

Just keep swimming
my niece loves to swim. i hate it. i hate getting wet other than showering and i'll avoid that too if i can. i used to love to swim. i'd go to the pool in the afternoon and my mom would get me when it closed. but now i hate it. maybe it just has something to do with swimsuits and swimsuit shopping. maybe it's because i'm psychologically scared from too many sun burns and my hatred for freckles. people always comment on how beautiful california is now that i live there. i say to them that it's only beautiful if you like the outdoors. i'd rather sit with my ass glued to the coach than go on a hike. don't get me wrong i'm not a complete blog i do exercise but i like it indoors. i guess thats one of those things you grow out of like not being afraid of things and not wanting to barf when you swing.

song lyrics of the day
the ocean is big and blue
i just wanna sink to the bottom with you

Chester the ____
what is the deal with me and creepy guys. i seem to attract them. not as much as some of my friends but enough. my problem is i can't fathom that a guy would try to get on me. having never been the "hot one" of the group i see myself as one of the guys not the one the guys want to fuck. not that i've suddenly blossomed into some uber babe like heidi klum or something but ever since i turned 25 it was like the switch got turned on. suddenly guys are always hitting on me. now, it does help that i worked in a bar but i don't currently ...yet. for example this guy that comes into the bar i used to work at started out as a guy i chatted with and agreed to hang out with as a friend. little did i know that's guy code for i think dirty thoughts about you. yeah he turned into a creeper but i still talk to him when i see him. tonight i went to a guys house that i kinda know. we just hung out. nothing inappropriate happened but i still got a weird vibe. the voice in my head said " i'm feeling kinda weird here". i once heard on tv that it's bad for a marriage to have friends of the opposite sex that you see alone. i think that's sorta ridiculous. if i have a guy friend-which i have many nobody's gonna stop me from hanging out with them and if i want to go to a bar with them i will. i might flirt too. i'm a flirty person. my other half knows this about me. how do you think we started dating. but he also trusts me. you can't trust a creeper.

song lyrics of the day
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
and they're like it's better than yours

Gimme a D!
i feel that in the past few weeks (maybe even longer) i'm am constantly on the defense. i am a fiercely independent person. i hate being told what i can and can't do and am known to purposely not do something out of spite. (not anything that breaks the law) i am now finding that i often times feel like i'm on trial. i am indirectly being questioned and accused and the worst part of it all is that some of the people probably don't even realise they are doing it. take for example a friend who shall remain nameless-but if they ever read it they would know who they were- who feels the need to ridicule my sofa. i love my couch. i wish it was a little longer but i love it. it's from ikea very modern. it has square arms, the seat and back are each one long cushion which is a requirement for any couch i buy because i hate to sit in the cracks, and it's pink. it's actually a white sort of color but it has a pink slipcover. i got it because it came in pink and it has a matching ottoman. i've had my beloved pink couch since my junior year of college and many of my friends have slept on it since then. it's totally me. but this friend of ours i guess thinks it's stupid and feels the need to tell everyone. what kind of friend (an idiot) talks smack to a person who is gonna tell us. repeatedly. GET A LIFE! now yes this sounds like a really dumb think to get defensive about but it's the most blog friendly circumstance. i do consider myself somebody who doesn't care what people think about me but, really everybody cares to some degree. i just don't make any attempt to make people like me. i am just frustrated with a specific group of people that seem to go out of their way to make me feel like a bad person. so to all those nameless people i wish you a giant FUCK OFF!

on a totally new subject on saturday we went to the lee simmons wildlife safari. it's kinda like yellowstone where you drive around and look at animals and are allowed to get out occasionally and take an allegedly "quarter of a mile" walk. it was good times. i recommend it especially if you have kids with you. if i have to watch an american elk take a crap in front of me i'd rather do it with my 5 year old (almost 6) nephew in an air conditioned vehicle.

i've also decided to bring back song lyrics of the day so....
"Two words are spoken on the tap wire
The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire"