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WHY THE FUCK IS BLITZKRIEG BOP BEING USED IN A DIET PEPSI AD???????

grrrrrrr.

Weekend Warrioring

Happy Monday Morning my precious little mousse cakes.

So let's see. I ended up doing Friday on about 3 hours sleep.  As a result, I remember very little of what occurred Friday. There was work, and talking to a recruiter, and more work, and the day ended at Matilda with Mr. Chris, Hamstress and Miss Julie.

Saturday I got a good bit of housekeeping done, did my laundry.  Still a lot of work to do but got a good start on the overall house cleaning that needs to happen before Thursday when Miss Sherri arrives (Miss Sherri! woo!).  Saturday night was the Splitsville show which ROCKED MY FACE RIGHT OFF. I love these guys so much, I've seen them 5 times now and have never ever seen one of their shows and been left with a feeling of "Meh?". Attending with me were Silent Ron, Mr. Mike, and Misses Sarah, Julie, and Jessie. Good fun - Pictures to come later. After the show Misses Sarah and Julie and I continued over to Matilda, for cocktails and stalking.  Initially, this is where I had planned for my evening to end. I was invited to a party but decided that I was gonna skip it.  Miss Sarah was gonna go over there tho, and asked me to come with. As you know I love Miss Sarah, so how was I to say no?  Ended up having a grand old time.  It was a Tikki themed party (I got leied TWICE!), with nice nibbly things.  The alcohol was abundant, but by the close of Matilda I was approaching over-servedness, so I drank water.  despite creeping sobriety, played fun drinking trivia game (which I was kicking ass at by the way - perhaps due in a great part to increasing lucidity).  Also spent a goodish amount of the evening to a nice gentleman whom I may or may not add to my stalking agenda - he seems nice enough, but he *is* a Gemini, which as I informed him repeatedly, can only mean he is the devil.  Miss Sarah I'm sure will have something to add on that subject.

I also realized during the party, that J. and I may be psychically bonded. Frightening, but true.

In true hooligan form I made my way home at about 8am.  If that makes me sound like the annoying party guest who just wouldn't leave, I'd like to note there were plenty more still going strong.  I suppose this is gonna happen, when the party is mostly industry people, some of whom didn't even get there until after they got off work at 5am.  Went to bed, got up 45 minutes before I had to be at work.  Show last night was Ani DiFranco.  She didn't win me over.  My favourite thing about my job is, as I've mentioned before, it affords me the opportunity to hear artists I might never normally hear on my own, and hate them.  After the show I grabbed some grub, came home, ate aforementioned grub, and went to bed. I woke up at 4:30 - and here I am.

How are y'all doing?

And PS to Mr. Mike  - we must do coffee soon so I am not forced to harass you via doorbell. I have a lot of time on my hands. Don't think I won't do it.

Fuck fuckity fuck (or: wah wah fucking wah - it's so hard to be me)

So last night, knowing I was to be at work at 9am (temp gig) I took a sominex (since as late my sleep schedule has been more along the lines of in bed no later than 5am and up no later than the asscrack of 2pm - I know - It's disgusting), went to bed at 11:45 or so, was asleep soon after. Got up on time, got to work, no problem.  After work Miss Julie had invited me to attend a photo exhibit and then perhaps some cocktails and light stalking. Alas, I was dog tired, and wanted nothing more than to go home, slip onto my pink polka dot jammies, and lounge in front of the telly. 

I get home at about 6pm, and I could have laid right down and gone to sleep - but I didn't, because I *knew* that would mean I'd be awake again at midnight.  So I powered through, I did a girly spa night, took a hot shower, trimmed my bangs, ripped merciessly away at my ever lessening eyebrows, did my nails and my toes. Was feeling pretty awake again by 9.  Dropped a sominex about 10.

Now, I know that if you take sleep aids regularly, they will lose effectiveness, but I haven't taken them in months, so I find it completely exhasperating that tonight it seemed to have the exact opposite effect.  Went to bed around 11, snoozed briefly, and have been wide fucking awake since then, and suffering from alternating crazy legs and foot cramps.... 

It is just about to close in on 3am.  I have to be up in 4 hours. I don't see sleep happening any time soon...and tomorrow I have to work from   9-5, do a job interview in the middle of the day, go home, change, and then head over to B&V. >>sigh<<.  At least the work I'm doing at the temp gig is completely mindless and not requiring any real thought on my part...but the interview...well, perhaps if I pound a double espresso on my way over there I shan't drool on myself....and at least my nails will look respectable.

Splitsville cometh!

Just a reminder....

My darling boys from Charm City will be gracing the stage at Gunther Murphy's this Saturday. Show starts at 10, they're playing with Collectors and Pop Fiction.

Also - the boys will be interviewed  on WLUW, 88.7 , Friday afternoon, around 4:15..check it out if you have a chance.

Super powers

I am friends with some of the coolest women on the planet - then there are the women I can NOT STAND - the women that are responsible for men saying all women are crazy. Stupid hair flipping halter top wearing baby talking inane conversation starting skeezy bitches....the likes of which come up to MY BOY* And make with the hair flipping and the cuddling and "oh are you going to the wilco show?" .  It's times like this I wish I had the power to shoot flames from my eyes, or perhaps cause spontaneous human combustion at the snap of my fingers.  But then he turned back to me with a slight roll of the eyes and proceeded to ignore her and talk to me. Miss Lis: One - halter top skank - Zero. HA.

On an unrelated note - if I had any need for Poli-grip in my life, I still wouldn't buy it - because in my opinion "Less ooze is good news" is just a revolting tag line.  I don't care HOW friggin great the new nozzle on the tube is - that's just gross.  The word ooze should never be used in advertising. Ever. I have spoken.

*Okay, not my boy - not even close, but the one I wish to be mine, the one with whom I was finally having an actual conversation that didn't involve a transaction resulting in alcohol...we were in fact discussing the finer points of preparing clams casino.

RIP

Misc...

A belated happy birthday to Jolly James, polkaboy extraordinaire - and thanks again for the dresser!

Congrats to Miss Char and her lovely Barry on their recent engagement  - all the best to you two crazy kids.

What else - not much...have been a bit of a hooligan this week...will continue in this fashion until Sunday - which will be my first night off in, well - a while.  Saturday we officially kick off concert season with Big Head Todd and the Monsters.  Stop it - jealousy is so unattractive on you.

One more week till my beloved darlings from Baltimore come to town - Splitsville @ Gunther Murphy's on Sat the 26th...and then in April - ska legend Desmond Dekker is playing at the Bottom Lounge...I may wet myself.

Anyway - off to work I go.

"I want my fisnets, and I want to straddle a BIG gun!"

That Hamstress is a poet isn't she? Paradigm of ladylike daintiness.  But I challenge all of you to watch the Cher "Turn Back Time" video and tell me you don't feel the same way.

Lots of foolishness last night (perhaps a bit more than Hamstress and Mr. Chris need on a schoolnight)  B&V was DEAD.  By movie #2 we were down to exactly one paying customer.  He came and sat with us, and we had a grand old time. Then we went to Matlida...much fun.  After parting ways, Hamstress and I went for a quick nosh at the Nugget. I slept way too late today, but after my interview yesterday, which really could have gone worse ONLY if I had thrown up on the interviewer, offered him a lap dance, or suffered explosive flatulence, I really don't care.  I'm in a much better mood today.

Debating a stalking mission this evening.  I would feel obvious, but is that so bad? Men are oblivious anyway, I could go in wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm the stalkiest stalker in stalkytown, and I've got my night vision goggles trained on YOU, [his name here] baby!!" and he still might not get it. We'll see.

And now I must go buy a hairdryer.  Yesterday mine started making funny noises, running really hot, and smelling like burnt hair and plastic - that can't be good.

VD

Greetings, Lieblings.  How are we this fine fuck all you single people day?

Today has actually been quite nice, I got up early, set up an interview for tomorrow afternoon, did a llittle emailing, walked over to Trader Joes, got some yummy nibbly things. So, now that I'm full of organic tomatoes, with basil and mozzerella, and Godiva chocolate, I'm not feeling as snarky as I usually am on this the singlest day of all...

Tonight, I work, after which, I will pop round for a quick peek at Berlin, where Mr. Billy, aka DJ Billy Seagrave, will be spinning for the Anti-Valentines VD celebration.  Shall not stay late, due to interview tomorrow and the fact I don't much care for Berlin, mostly because they use those bloody smog machines that make me feel like I've a brick in my lungs the next morning... but I loves Mr. Billy, and therefore must make a quick appearance.

I must say, having no sweetie to call my own, and currently having no idea if I have a snowballs chance in hell with the current object of my affections, I'm v. jealous of Hamstress, whose secret admirer is revealing himself to her in creative special ways.

Did everyone have a nice day?

Happy Birthday Quattro!

Sigh, my little man, all grown up - 30 years old...still a hooligan, dog bless him!

AND - today this here Rock Haus turns 3 - woo!

Fun weekend, did some working, some drinking, some socializing, some stalking...

And now I'm off to bed.