Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Creepy Romance

Looks like Queen Hoochie of my suburb finally found a sweaty desperate middle aged white guy to call her own. She's been tossing her hair and giggling like a mental patient at every chubby balding asshole the whole time I've been riding the bus. Last month she honed in on this guy with one leg, and he wouldn't have anything to do with her. She's fairly dense and must have thought one leg=easy prey. But THIS guy, he can't get enough. He was glommed onto her with three points of contact the whole ride home tonight.

I was having fun imagining thought bubbles over their heads. His: "Like the moth to a flame, like the hairball to the carpet, I will hover tirelessly, never will you be able to scrub me off of you." Hers: "I pretend to be interested in you so that I do not drown in the abyss that once was my soul... or was it my vagina?"

I snapped a picture of them with my phone all sneaky and undercover like. Initially I had posted the photo after blurring their faces. I did that mostly so I can't be sued, but I'll tell you that I did it to salvage the last scrap of dignity that they were just going to plunder from each other anyway. Then officer Hubby read my blog and made me pull it down because he was freaking out over the subjects accidentally stumbling over it on the internet. Damn!

A Crass Thanksgiving

I am grateful:

...that I do not have to work holidays schlepping coffee, ringing up rich bastards' groceries, standing in the freezer counting pies, or re-hanging the same clothes over and over in a rank-ass fitting room.

...that I do not have to pay for my big screen TV till next year.

...that my hubby hacked my iPhone and I can modify the crap out of it.

...for my paycheck.

...that there's only 25 minutes till lunch.


 

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Two Words...

FUCK YEAH!!!!!

VOTE!

For Obama, of course.  

Presidential elections make me anxious.  They didn't used to, but the last two elections were totally corrupt and left the Democratic candidates looking meek, impotent, feeble, incapable, and chickenshit.  Really, I am still so pissed I could throw the entire thesaurus in there and still not effectively express what I felt about the dems each time they conceded without fighting for a recount.  They didn't want to look like bad losers and hurt their political futures.  Well, Messrs Smartypants, nice job keeping up the momentum. See you soon on VH1's Where are They Now?

 


SO right now I'm a nervous wreck because I feel like the Republicans are going to pull out their bag of dirty tricks to help Maverick the Marionette and his pet Princess Prissy Pants of Weirdotown, Alaska. One possibility I can hope for is that the GOP might not be as fevered about McCain who is running on their ticket and at the same time insisting that he is against much of what they stand for.  But then again, he is still an aggressive proponent of the upward redistribution of wealth disguised in business growth rhetoric that the GOP loves so much.  


Tonight I'm staying up late to watch all the coverage and I took tomorrow off work so I can sleep in a little.  I like to watch the numbers roll in and I hope they run in Obama's favor!