Quick and easy tips for the terminally poor...

Or just desperate!

( Desperate ramblings of a music addict here... )

Oh, and yeah...

Um...Happy Birthday, Mr. Sambora. Hope this next year is a lot better to you... ^^


(It is his birthday, right??)

Notes to Self

( Boring listy things )

So tell me again...

What it is about some guys, that when they see a pair of breasts attached to a female chest, they play dumb and don't follow instructions? Does so much blood go to their crotch at that point that there's no more oxygen left in their brain cells to think with, or what? Or do they figure that because I'm female, I'm not going to pick up my pallet jack and smack them over the head with it when they pull the 'Good 'Ol Boy' number on me?

Because I will.

Listen, Mr. 'I Came From Brooklin'. Next time you play dumb with me (twice!), I'll whup your little rotund ass.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

You know you're not feeling well when...

You've put just a 'touch' too much cayenne pepper in the chili, and you're still snarfing down the juice (and wanting more, even after a full bowl with plenty of juice) like it's going out of style.

Bleh.

Still. Tasty.