Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Sweet the sin, bitter the taste in my mouth

Reggie "Stupidest Fucking Lateral of All Time" Bush should give his Heisman to Vince "My Knee Was Down" Young.


I don't feel comfortable talking to you
Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe
Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two

(Please, for your own good, give the Kings of Leon a listen. I love that band.)


Are you sitting down?

Looky here:

Dr. Quagmire is back!!!

It's a Festivus Miracle!

He's back (that's him as Hunter S. Thompson, kids), and he has promised to update a little more regularly.

Check it. Dude can write. You won't regret it.


In response to a few comments:

To: the Bluest Butterfly- No, skiing and drinking don't really mix. At least skiing well and drinking, anyway. Skiing, drinking, falling and feeling no pain, however, go together like peanut butter and jelly. And, in certain instances, feel free to substitute "death" or "severe closed head injury" for "feeling no pain."

To: Alison in the U.K.- I did not read the book, but India and her friend both did, and they weren't disappointed by the movie. It really was beautifully done.

To P: The recipie is in your email box.

To LW: Hate the playa, but don't hate the game.

To KinkyCurlyQ: Best of luck to you in the Guyland!

To Mimi in NY: I do many things in the mountains in Montana... snowboarding, hiking, and, yes, I'll admit it... occasionally, I strip. But management is strict, so no "extras" in the back room of the Trees Lounge. FYI: Bighorn sheep are shitty tippers.

To TL: No, I have not yet gone sledding. Too busy snowboarding, but there are indeed some awesome places for it around here.


Oh, darn.

More snow is on the way.

For those of you who hate snow (read: all of you), and think I am nuts, consider:

-My favorite thing to do in the world, besides the Wumpity, is snowboarding.

-Even more importantly, I am part of a homeowner's association. For a paltry monthly fee, someone shovels the walk right to my door, and removes the snow from the driveway/alley. They also mow the lawn.

I enjoy putting on my tightest pair of cut-offs and lounging on the front porch with an ice tea, making eyes at the lawn boy.

Wait, that's Eva Longoria, not me.

Sometimes I get us confused. You would, too.

I know, I know... it's eerie.

Sometimes, I wake up, look in the mirror say, "You're a sexy bitch."

Wait, that's not me... again.

And I guess I don't say, "You're a sexy bitch." Instead, I usually say, "Don't push so hard... you'll get an aneurysm."

Six of one, half dozen of the other.