Mystery of the Week

Huh.

I was all shut down and I had to come back on and write this because I'm half confused, half laughing my ass off.

I just popped in the Friends Season 7 DVD (Disc 3) into the Dvd Player so I have something to watch myself to sleep. I wait for it to start and instead of Joe, Monica, Chandler, Pheebs, Ross and Rachel, The Last Samurai comes on and I think, 'huh... maybe i put the wrong one in.'

After all, i did just grab the disc without looking.

I pop the disc out and give it a looky-loo. No --- it's Friends, Season 7, Disc 3.

Pop it back in, and The Last Samurai comes on again. The whole movie even plays.

Funny.

Also, not funny - because clearly, this is one more instance of bad karma because i can't fucking STAND Tom Cruise.

Go figure...

Can someone who has Season 7 of Friends pop in their disc 3 and see if they have this problem as well, or if I just got a lemon.

And if so... do I write Warner Brothers and tell them of this matter, hoping they'll hook me up with a bunch of free stuff? After all, my friend Rob did this because his box of twinkies was missing the cream filling and he got six months worth of free twinkies.

Hahaha. What would you do?

It burns, burns burns...

I have this insecurity burning a giant hole in my heart.

It hurts.

Which is funny, because it's over someone that is no longer my man. I mean, my heart is totally and completely still mixed up with him (henceforth, making this insecurity valid) but it's one that I NEVER had when I was with him. And i'm about 130% sure that I have no need to worry about this issue at all, but because I have a need to keep things in control, and I'm not there to manage, I have an obscenely painful ache in the left side of my chest.

Right now, after one very terrible friday night last weekend, I'm sitting in my hometown more confused than anything. I know what happened is wrong, but I"ve already forgiven the action and still feel immense love for this person.

Is this just a great presence of unconditional love and trust, or a flaming lack of self-respect?

That's the question I need an answer to.

Walk The Line

Went to the 12:01am showing of Walk The Line Last nite (or this morning) - meaning I am one of the first peeps in Denver to have seen it.

Damn Good movie.

I didn't get home till 3am, but like everyone's saying, it rocks.

What the...

I'm sorry, but I had to post this for all the Laguna Bitches out there...

[btw, the finale totally sucked ass. i wanted drama. all i got was kristin crying and thinking about season one. barf]


We see Talan, allllll the way over on the right -- formerally infatuaed with Kristin and screwing around with Taylor...

So...what the fug is this shit???????


I'm sorry... but KIM STEWART!?!? The two are ENGAGED after only Two months??? I just did a quadruple take...

[photo courtesy Trent

UnivisioN!

Oi vei!

Hizole sabe que el español tuvo su propia exposición del Tribunal de Personas. ¿Con un juez de mujer de latina!? Yo no querría voy a cerca de aquí con una asta de 10 pies. ¡Eso es la controversia al Max!!

Un número pinchó arriba al fin de la exposición.

Quizá usted debe llamar y deber averiguar lo que es para:
800-915-7676

[for translation, go HERE

Denver Police...

Suck ass. Someone broke into my car last nite and stole my digital camera and my ipod. I know i know... why'd you leave that in there - busy, stressed lately - got home too late last nite to park in my garage or bring shit in.

I tried to call to have a cop come check it out - the thief LEFT a screwdriver that he used to break in my window IN My back seat with a tag saying where it could have came from --- and none of the phone lines for the police were working.

When I called 911, they told me that a cop wouldn't come out, and that I had to file it online or go to the police station. The nearest station was 1.5 miles away, and while I had the adrenaline to walk there, I didn't feel safe walking down federal in a mini-skirt and boots. Mexico town.

So I walked to the High School down the street and talked to cops there. They said it was Bullshit and called someone to come over right away.

By the time I walked home, a cop showed up - I introduced myself and he was completely rude. He took down my info, the stuff I had stolen, then handed me a business card and told me I could call and send them $10 for a report.

"Well, the burglary tool is IN the backseat. Can't you do fingerprints?"

"Nope. I can dispose of the tool if you'd like," he responded.

"Um... They did fingerprints me last time this happened to me."

"In Denver?"

"Uh.. Yeah," I lied, hoping I'd get my way.

"Yeah. we don't do that. I've been on the force for 12 years."

"Ok. So you have possible evidence where you could DO something about it and your'e not going to Fucking use it? That's fucking retarded. I mean, I don't mean to be rude to you, but that's just riduculous!"

So he took the tool, and kept it - and they're not doing anything about it. I called his supervisor and he gave me some runarround.

I'm so upset because they're supposed to serve and protect but I just feel gang raped and pretty helpless. I'll get over my stuff being gone, but you can't fucking help me out AT ALL! I could go to fucking TOYS R US and buy some SPY KIT for $29.99 and get more done than they could. FUCK THE LOT OF YOU!

On top of that, I have to pay to get my window fixed. Greeeat. And I wasn't super upset about the IPod, because i LOVE it, but i can get another and all my music is still here --- that camera was a fucking GRADUATION PRESENT from college from my Step Dad and had a shitload of IRREPLACEABLE pictures on it. The battery is fucking DEAD ON IT and I HAVE THE CHARGER IN MY HOUSE. YOu can't even USE IT! YOu fucking crack whore. I hope the 6 hour fix you're going to get from this is fucking worth it because you are a fucking douchebag and karma will fucking get you for this.

End Scene.

End Rant.

Public

I've never been one to squat above the toilet seat. I wash my butt everyday, I already have pretty great thighs and I'm not totally concerned that I'll contract anything crab-like since i keep my muff pretty bare bones bare.

But I wonder how many times a day I walk by someone that I have sat on the same toilet as.
On average - you walk by 300 people in one day ---
Have you shared the same toilet seat with 94 of them?
Were three in one similar location, while two of the people where somewhere in Kansas five years ago when you were traveling cross country?
11 were at the movie theater - same stall, same toilet - totally different movie time (that link is appauling!).
32 were at your favorite restraunt - which is your favorite because the food is amazing, but not your favorite because of the neccessary trip to the bathroom after you indulge.
(btw... 28 of those 32 people have the same opinion).

Why is it that people who are down with camping won't sit on a damn public toilet? You touch all kind of shit out there in 'the wilderness'. You've probably even had sex in the woods, where bears have possibly had sex and laid their seed - RIGHT where you just did the deed.

And I'm sure you've had unwanted guests in your home - who have sat their stupid asses on your own personal porceline, and you're still sitting there. You're still pooping there --

So what the hell's your deal?
What's the phobia??
Do any of you who are hovering above the john actually know someone personally that's contracted a butt disease/fungus?
Or do you just know of some guy that you heard of in the paper 9 years ago who may have possibly, but you're not really sure, caught some ass bug?
I'd think as long as you steer clear of bathrooms that look like crack houses or have housed some MAJOR ass drainage would be completely fine.

I'd really like to know. Because I've been touching my ass to all sorts of public places for 23 years and I've yet to have a problem.-

Dojee da dojee da dojee ding ding

I don't want to be your baby girl...

or do i?

i do tonight. i miss my baby! :-(
anyway...

Why must the film industry do this to us? Honestly - I think four movies just came out TODAY that I want to see RIGHT THIS SECOND:

Shop Girl
Chicken Little
JarHead

OK... Three, but Johnny Cash - Walk the Lne is next Friday!

Like, we can't afford all the presents we're about to buy for about 50 people on our xmas list already.... why not put out every single good film that you can make all in one day so we spend all our money on that,too!

I mean, im thrilled. Really. but why can't you do it in February and call it my birthday present?

Hmm?