This is site my absolute favorite pleasure on the web, but the owner only updates on Sunday nights and doesn’t archive.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
People sure are fucked up.
This is site my absolute favorite pleasure on the web, but the owner only updates on Sunday nights and doesn’t archive.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
People sure are fucked up.
I enjoyed java out on the deck early this morning. As leaves quietly swirled and fell in the morning breeze, I thought of that magical moment when you stop shaking a snow globe and watch.
Purdy.
Fuck. My sleep is wayyyy off after Vegas.
Me and Wheezie fell asleep on the couch with our nasty asses tangled up in one of Miz Chris’ shaw wrap thingies. The shaw is new and her favorite, so Christine *cruelly* snatched it off, leaving the Daddy and the hairless Chihuahua to shiver in the chilly night. I woke up in my castle at some crazy hour, and poor little Wheezie was nekkid and her tiny pink dress with the daisies was wrapped around my feet for warmth. I didn’t know where I was until I heard my delicate flower snoring under down blankets in our bed!!!!
Now that shit ain’t right, is it?
Geez, what fucking day is it????
We shouldn’t have booked a hotel our first night in Vegas. Really. Had so much fun with my brother T. We were all at the tables until way past dawn, and Christine played until noon the next day! T taught my little math girl black jack and there was no turning back from the evil. I gave Christine one of those scattered gambling addiction pamphlets which read: “There is hope. There is help.” LOL Babygrrl was interested only in 21, and had no use for any 800 number. I played some slots with Miz Chris who was slapping those flip flops up and down the strip, toting a bucket of quarters. To hell with the mortgage when there are fistfuls of greasy cash, bright lights and shiny things! But we really haven’t done Vegas until we can last a whole weekend with NO hotel. Heheh.
I didn’t even know B.B. muthafucking KING was playing!!! Somehow we squeezed in with the last two tickets at the last possible minute, and hearing that 80 year old man was the joy of my weekend. I feel so grateful anytime a slice of talent so brave shines across a room I am blessed to be in.
Then we enjoyed the famed Sunday Gospel Brunch at the House of Blues. It seemed like a sin somehow to peel a gluttonous pile of boiled shrimp while hearing the lord’s praise and the slots at the same time, especially in a place that is a raucous Sin City booze hall by night. Hmm. Gospel didn’t dent our abominations, however.
We also went to see Cirque du Soleil’s lastest show “Ka”. The cast got stuck in some crazy flying contraption while suspended in the middle of the theater over the heads of a murmuring crowd. LOL After several awkward minutes, the technicians turned the house lights on and said, “Uhhh, excuse us for a second while we save these poor people”.
Finally took the gay pilgrammage to the very odd Liberace Museum. No surprise that crazy queen of rhinestones had quite the “closet” … with gaudy beaded, feathered, and outrageous show costumes, many over 200 pounds! Now the most obscene glitzwear collection is dusty and sadly faded, quietly rotting under tacky spotlights in a strip mall.
Yep. Hit that Vegas red eye last night and slid into my own sweet, sweet bed at dawn.
Way fun trip. 
This ignernt asshat made a $47 sandwich that weighed over 7 pounds and had nearly 30,000 calories.
It took 15 hours, but he claims he managed to eat it all.
Food ———————— Calories
Fried Mushrooms – 15 ——– 450
Bacon – 14 pieces ———– 990
Onion rings – 18 ———— 1140
Ground Beef – 1/4 lb. ——- 293
Corndogs – 2 —————- 540
Swiss Cheese – 4 slices —– 425
Provolone Cheese – 4 slices - 397
Cheddar Cheese – 4 slices — 455
Sliced Ham – 1/4 lb. ——– 184
Sliced Turkey – 1/4 lb. —– 181
Pastrami – 1/4 lb. ———- 394
Sliced Roast Beef – 1/4 lb. - 200
Bratwurst – 1 ————— 510
Braunschweiger – 1/4 lb. —- 580
Wheat Bread – 1 lb. ——— 1030
Lettuce – 1/2 head ———- 25
Feta Cheese – 4 oz. ——— 350
Italian Salad Dressing – 6 oz 480
Oregeno – 50 grams ———- 438
Salt & Pepper – 50 grams —- 0
Butter – 1/2 lb. ———— 1600
Parmesan Cheese – 100 grams - 465
Canola Oil – 154 Tbsp. —— 18,432
Total ———————– 29,559
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I am the love of my tiny dog’s life. I will always remember and honor that.
Miz Chris has done gone and burned my oven the fuck UP with her frozen pizza fetish. Now the Love Shack smells like narsteee charred cheese!!!!
The softest place to lay your head in the hot tub is daddy belly.
Farkin’ JEALOUS as HELL that I am not in the Bay Area with all the going ons with some of my favorite peeps this weekend!!!!
**But** I am bout to pack for Vegas here in a bit, so fuck all ya’ll. HA! And I plan to git real shitty on free drinks with my black jackin’ buddy. Yes, like all fellow yeehaws, my financial planning is based on winning enough in Sin City to retire. 
Word to my enemies: even if these smiling cheeks remind you of a garden gnome, never doubt that I eat lightning and crap thunder!! My Scorpio WILL rise up and noonchuk yo ass if you mess wit’ mine. And all of your days you will wonder if it was me, cuz you will be sure you deserved it.
Huzzah! Ya’ll have a good weekend.
I once had this tech job soooo boring, my jaws trembled from ho-fucking-hum and tears of ennui trickled slowly down both cheeks. I slapped myself regularly. I checked the clock to find only ten minutes had ticked by. I slapped myself again.
Then one afternoon, I snarked a scandalous snore as loud as a trumpet, so very loud every piece of paper in the cube farm stopped shuffling. Nosey hot potatoes tried to pinpoint the radar coordinates. I quickly rattled the receiver on my phone and started expressin’ my damned self!
“Heyyy-lo. Mmmmm *hmmm*. Twenty minutes you say? Got it. Yeh, yeh. Noooo problem. Don’t work too hard! Ok. Awwwrighteee. Bye.”
Then I arm myself with the Almighty Clipboard of Purpose. And I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah. Strolled around the office with my geek issue Dilbert Dockers pulled up way too high. Nodded at people in their cubes n’ shit. Chairs rolled. Papers rustled. I was still getting paid.
Then I looked at the clock. Then I slapped myself…
Close-up of velcro being pulled apart. Cool, eh?
Photo by Tracey Anderson