Proof That The Damn Internet Is Bad For You

Being at home all day is not a good idea...

RUDE PEOPLE AT THE RedBox and The New Release DVD Rentals..HURRY THE HELL UP..pfftf

OPEN LETTER TO THAT BROAD IN FRONT OF ME AT THE DOLLAR DVD RENTAL MACHINE YESTERDAY:

Bitch, I swear if you look at the synopsis of ONE MORE fucking movie, I will kill you.

PICK ONE!!
PUT IT IN THE FUCKING CART!!
SLIDE YOUR DAMN CARD!!
GET YOUR FUCKING MOVIE!!
AND GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!!

Sincerely, That Bitch That Was Behind You..the one that had been at work for TEN hours and just wanted to return her damn movies before 7pm so that she would not be charged for another day.

She even continued to lallygag even after he daughter said "Mom, people are waiting"....would it be wrong if I slapped the taste out of her mouth?..probably, but it would feel so damn good.

I promise you, I waited at least 1o minutes behind her and because of her, I missed the cut off and had to pay for another day....

AAAArrrugggh!

I HATE people that act like they are the only people on earth when they can CLEARLY see that others are behind them..patiently waiting for a dumb ass to hurry up.

It's like people at the left turn signal..my pet fucking peeve...who, even though THE LIGHT IS THEIRS, turn the corner at 0.3 miles an hour...oh, that one KILLS me...are you afraid that you'll flip the car over if you go too fast or something???

Let's recap..please take notes

Linka72's Rules for the DVD machine:

1. KNOW WHAT YOU WANT BEFORE YOU GET THERE
2. HAVE YOUR DAMN DEBIT CARD READY
3. PICK A DAMN MOVIE REALLY QUICKLY
4. GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY
5. DON'T LET YOUR FREAKIN KIDS NEAR THE MACHINE (Their little brains are not advanced enough to be able to make these kinds of decisions quickly..they eat boogers for god's sake)

*stepping down from soapbox...taking a Valium...watching a movie*

Man-Candy Of The Week: Mehcad Brooks

I know, I haven't posted since the 60's but I have a good excuse.....

His name is Mehcad Brooks and he's on True Blood..(The best show in the world) and I would drink his bath water...really.

*sigh*
Damn, he's yummy...

Ok Fine..My Last Post About IMVU..maybe

It seems that at least ONE of my readers and I'm sure about 80% of my co-workers are "sick and damn tired" of me talking about IMVU.

*sigh*

I've been hearing that "I've changed" since getting my avatar..that I've "come out of my shell" or that I'm "starting to blur the line between reality and the virtual world"

Umm, I disagree.

I've said this somewhere before: I've been a 'ho since the early 90's..I just happen to have a way to dress her up in cute lil virtual clothes now.

You know how YOU think that something is so much fun that you want others to experience it, But when you show them the coolness they give you the blank stare and you hear crickets?

Yeah, I'm getting that feeling right about now...

A few of my older co-workers are sure that IMVU is the Devil...and so's the "interwebs"..I just laugh at them on the inside while nodding and smiling on the outside.

There are some really good people out there behind these "Devil Avatars"..and I've made some good friends...who cares if I've never actually seen them in person and sometimes I only know them by their screen name..doesn't seem strange to me..lol

Hey ladies!! - You know that guy I'm married to??...The one you broads LOVE SO MUCH?? Yeah, well I met him on the INTERNET!!

GASP..WHEEZE!!* Oh clutch the pearls Lula Mae!!!

Ok..I'm sounding like a brat.. 'cuz deep down inside, I AM ONE..and a rebel too.

So I'll probably add maybe just one or two more IMVU posts..yeah..that.

Myrtle Beach SC Can Go Straight To Hell

*sigh*

It was our 2nd wedding anniversary on Tuesday..yeah, we were one of the millions who got caught up in the whole "7/7/07" thing...

Since we never really went on a honeymoon OR a 1st anniversary trip, so we figured we'd just find somewhere to go..like his parent's house..cuz we're the jet-set type, you know.

So after a fun night at his parent's house (really, it was), we pointed the car towards Myrtle Beach and got going....it was a pretty boring drive..lots of peach stands.

Our "Ponder This" car-question was:

How do we know that YOUR peaches are the best??...Is there a Zagat Survey for Trailer Trash fruit stands??

Yeah, that's how we entertain ourselves on road trips.

We kept seeing these obnoxious Welcome Centers so we decided to stop..oh lord why????
Well for ONE - they had free popcorn dammit! and for TWO..we didn't exactly have a hotel room for the night and they claimed to have discounts..we fuckin LOVE discounts.

One rep-girl-person claimed that all their hotels were booked so we turned our attention to the 50 foot "alligator" in this cheesy glass case...(yay for touristy shit!) then this other guy behind the counter starts feeding us this bullshit about a $10 a night room..{Insert blazing red flag here}
We had time to spare so we listened to his lil pitch..watch a 90 minute "preview" of our fabulous resort..blahh blah..get your money back for the room IN CASH...blah blah blah...right on the beach...bliggity blah.."city view" room (?)....

So we signed up, waited for him to "set up" our room on his girly white cell phone and drove another 45 minutes to the beach....

Myrtle Beach is like one big "parking lot" carnival...and everybody looks like a carnie..and not in a good way.

We pulled up to the hotel...and ONE HOUR LATER we got our room keys..pfft, bullshit.

For some reason I turned a blind eye and nose to:

The old, dark, dirty front lobby
The 6 million people crowded into it
That smell
The front desk person saying "You'll be in room 211"

because I was trying to be a good sport..and all romanticalish.

The nicest little bellhop dude helped us to our crack den room, (seems my husband the chatterbox had already found out his life story while I tried to check in).

I was pretty much traumatized from this point on so I'll summarize:

2 beds..twin beds..the smell of desperation and bad decisions..dirty windows..shitty bar area..brokenish elevator..filthy ass beach covered in trash and cigarette butts...OUR VIEW FROM THE ROOM:








If you look closely, you can see the faint outline of a crack pipe and (yay) panties..how nice!

Then if that wasn't enough, the nexy day, those timeshare fuckers tried to claim that since my husband didn't have his driver's license, they couldn't:

1. Show us their funky little stank ass timeshare condo

2. Refund our $80

Ummm...so after I flipped the fucking front desk over...they showed us the condo - there were TWO to choose from - Too Fucking Expensive and WAY Too Fucking Expensive..eeek!:







Look at this view, no crackpipes or panties!!

Oh! and those assholes gave us ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS back..mm hmm, that's what I thought.

Oh! and the name of this slum village?? West.gate Projects Resorts..ya think that lil dot will keep me from getting sued? Probaly not..fuck 'em.

Oh! and it rained like the days of Noah's Ark the entire way home...mmm, good times

Please Gouge His Eyes Out...

Belly wants to "friend" me on Facebook......

*gag*...*dry heave*....*not so dry heave*

And the funniest part is his profile pic...fucking priceless...he is sitting at a desk showing ALL 437 OF HIS TEETH...I howled for 20 minutes over his ridiculous face..and those Man-Tittays need a D cup from Vickie's Secret IMMEEDJUTTLEE.

Do you think the FBI would take me seriously if I asked to be placed in the Witness Protection Program over this??

Hmm..I guess not.

OH!!..I forgot to tell you he had the nerve to come back into town the other week...I was wondering why the office floor was shaking....and here comes this pork sausage bounding down the aisle towards me with the Velveeta Super Cheese grin on his face.

I hope he didn't catch the panicked look on my face.

Thank God I was on my way out the door....but he still tried to stall by sidling up next to me and giving me his best Mack Daddy vibe voice - "So hey, how you been doooin?"

It took everything in me not to kick him in the nuts and take off running...but two of his brood were with him and those lil bitches looked tough.

From what the young kids tell me, if I ignore it, he won't know...but it leaves the door open for him to request me AGAIN...*sigh*
But then some other young kids say that if you just let it sit out there, the whole "Again" thing isn't possible..YAY

Sexy Cabinets and Haawt AC..Yeah Right

Well I decided to post something here today..cuz I'm bored and I knew you were just DYING to find out what happened with the cabinets..oh, and the AC went out again...yeah, good times.

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After...



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Yeah, look at that fuckin mess..even after he "cleaned up" there were still little pieces of RAZOR sharp metal all over foyer's "wood" floor..yay!

Oh, and did I mention that during this 6 hour install - he took at least 30 breaks?

One of his smoke breaks was RIGHT after I smelled NATURAL GAS in the hallway {Insert me bracing my body for the explosion} ...as if I could actually survive because of such bracing.

Anyway..it took my landlady THREE FUCKING DAYS to get this fixed IN 90 FUCKING DEGREE WEATHER..which of course made it feel like 60000 degrees in our house..double yay!
She was "price shopping" for the furnace/ac unit during this time..while we melted...I'm not happy.

Sad part is that the new unit is as quiet as a god damned jet engine..how relaxing...but it's freezing in here now..super fuckin triple dog dare yay!

So all is well..for now...knock on wood.

Man Candy Of The Week - Jason Michael Carroll

OMG...(what am I - 12 years old??)

Have ya seen this fine hunk of countryness before??



Well it seems that he's an upcoming country star..and he's yummy..please oggle him some more




I've oficially added him to the "White Guys That Could Get It" list..and that list is pretty damn long..apparently I'm a whore...but strangely not ashamed.

Here's what he sounds like..SO not what he looks like.

Let Me Go - Jason Michael Carroll







Is it weird that I wanna braid his hair and put barettes in it?...yeah, I guess it is.

Bob Vila Has Left The Building...

*sigh*

What next?

The other night I came home to find this:





No, your eyes aren't deceiving you..There's my kitchen's below builder quality upper cabinets..falling down like a drunk teenager.

I'm pretty sure the only thing holding them there is that vent soffit and a little fairy dust.


So imagine me screaming and crying about "all my lovely glassware" while my husband just about shattered his spine holding up the cabinet while I unloaded it....then imagine the argument that ensued because I was "moving too damn slow"...ahem, anyway...

Now, they've always hung "kinda weird" since the first day. Here's a pic of how they looked when we moved in 2 years ago:



Yeah..crooked-ish but "sturdy feeling"..so I decided to go ahead and load 'em up with all of this:



Ya think that's why they almost fell down???

*batting eyelashes*

I've been up all night anticipating the sound of the cabinets crashing down..I need to take a pill of some sort..or maybe shock therapy will help.

You Need To Get You One Of Those Big Stomachs...

I went to happy hour last night with some co-workers and let's just say - We don't have a lick of sense.




Somehow we got on the subject of Belly and his sister and how they seem to be quite successful in the "Love Bidness Arena".



For instance, Belly - He's about to get married AGAIN (!!??!!) to a thin woman that "loves him so"....
And his sister has been married TWICE and has a new boyfriend smelling her poonie(double !!??!!)....



Both of them are morbidly obese and have stomachs that could shelter several small children....yeah I know, there's somebody for everybody, hell..me and my man won't win any prizes for spectacular nudity but damn...they could be about 1000 pounds combined!

My poor chronically single co-worker wants to know where she's going wrong and I said: "Well, You need to get you one of those big stomachs..."

We suspect it's Belly's sister's tongue ring..mm hmm..(I bet she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch) I say this because her stomach rests securely on her knees thus covering the "good stuff"..
But for Belly..who knows..maybe he cooks a mean casserole or something.

I wondered aloud how they handle the logistics of such things....



One co-worker offered the following plausible explanation:







The artwork is fucking AMAZING isn't it?....applause applause...applause

This is what happens when the Long Island Ice Teas are flowing freely....

I'm going to go pray for forgiveness now because I laughed myself into a coma over this conversation..I'll most likely be struck down by lightning.