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Monday, February 21

Don't take any guff from those swine

After taking my three-year-old neice for the night Friday (a more effective means of birth control escapes me), my man and I decided to dedicate Saturday night to ice cold beer in frosty mugs, pizza and movies. With interludes of sex and sleep, we continued into Sunday afternoon: Godfather I and II back to back- but with bowls of spaghetti as the nutritional accompaniment, naturally. Afterward, another interlude (not sleep), I let my man choose from three of the library of movies in my collection which he had never seen. They included: Wild at Heart, Sunset Boulevard or Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. He decided to hop in the back seat of the convertable with Gonzo and Raoul to go for a ride. May I take a moment; it is another effective deterrant for me- this time, drugs.... Gotta lay off the adrenochrome. Anyway, skip ahead to this morning, after another duel interlude (yes, life is good), my honey gets up to start his morning ritual- namely breakfast and ESPN highlights. I turn on the weather, hoping for an excuse to not leave bed, when he walks back into the room, "You ready for this? ESPN just reported that Hunter S. Thompson is dead. Apparent suicide." Gunshot wound to the head, I thought, he wouldn't take any other way out, "Did they say how?" "No, just an autopsy to follow."

Flipping through the channels brought me news of how to protect your kids from internet prowlers, the latest diet fad and traffic reports. Not a peep about Uncle Duke. Did they not know- or think the morning demographic would care? To me, his writing embodied everything I aspire to: sharp, funny, irreverent, poignant, embellished and thrilling. I hope he found some peace this existance couldn't offer.



Friday, February 18

Justin Case- that's bastard's had it coming it to him for some time now.

NEWARK, New Jersey (AP) -- A security screener at Newark Liberty International Airport failed to spot a butcher knife in a passenger's pocketbook and was removed from the post for retraining, officials said.

Bell had put the knife in her bag "just in case" before going on a blind date earlier that week, her sister and travel companion, Tikisha Bell Gowens, 30, said in The Sunday Star-Ledger of Newark.


Gimme the good old days when you had to be dating a man for at least a week before pulling a shiv on him...



Monday, February 14

Sex? Drugs? Rock-n-Roll?

Is it not totally hot that lately Gwen can't be seen without school girls in tow?



And, what the hell, Fergie?! You could pull off something waaaay sexier than this:



AHHHHH!



AHHHHH!!!!



Thursday, February 3

Oh, chello der.

How's every little thing? Life is simply peachy. My man treats me like a princesa, every night comprised of sound rest, finally jumped on the NetFlix bandwagon to go along with the new 36" TV, work's challenging yet satisfying. Simply wonderful.

Makes for very boring writing. Hell, I don't even get furious like before. Oh, sure- my fuse still goes off like a rocket, but it lasts all of five seconds when I remind myself that these are little people trying to make something happen in their little lives... and that I got some this morning and probably will again when I get home.