tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112611152009-10-13T04:50:39.336-07:00Some days I'm in the back of the sled. Other days I'm leaning over the front, spraying the track with PAM non stick spray.Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.comBlogger500125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-25925845706878397612009-03-12T17:47:00.000-08:002009-03-12T17:47:31.311-08:00<a href="http://tour.nin.com/">nine inch nails - tour dates</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-2592584570687839761?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-87944003342824437902006-06-15T11:34:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.681-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-767672.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">I'm painting little tiny versions of famous paintings. I got a kit for $4 so i am painting today. Yay.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8794400334282443790?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-86742019111788237632006-06-15T11:34:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.681-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-767672.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">I'm painting little tiny versions of famous paintings. I got a kit for $4 so i am painting today. Yay.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8674201911178823763?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-50759027287248425052006-06-20T11:41:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/nooooocruces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/nooooocruces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >So I'm researching jobs, apartments, and trying to figure out where the hell I want to live and work. I have no idea what I'm doing.<br /><br />So during my research, I come across this... AAACK!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-5075902728724842505?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-78697004863331526492006-06-18T21:44:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Puff Kitty and I are on amicable terms again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We've been talking on the phone, emailing every few days, and there were even a few mms's.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">No more "War of the Roses" stuff.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We're still separated, and it's going to stay that way.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I just wanted everyone to know that we are, in fact, talking. Being nice to each other, even.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So now you know.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-7869700486333152649?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-91873713970969824102006-06-18T21:44:00.000-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Puff Kitty and I are on amicable terms again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We've been talking on the phone, emailing every few days, and there were even a few mms's.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">No more "War of the Roses" stuff.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We're still separated, and it's going to stay that way.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I just wanted everyone to know that we are, in fact, talking. Being nice to each other, even.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So now you know.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-9187371397096982410?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-61490198352752316362006-06-17T15:58:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NSFW </span></span>- Worlds of Warcraft characters sing about the internet.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7997646050642417046&q=world+of+warcraft+porn">linky</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Enjoy. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-6149019835275231636?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-53752242803360354992006-06-17T15:58:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NSFW </span></span>- Worlds of Warcraft characters sing about the internet.</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7997646050642417046&q=world+of+warcraft+porn">linky</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" >Enjoy. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-5375224280336035499?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-14874988506171140272006-06-15T14:28:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-724505.jpg" width="320" /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="mobile-post">I know, it's like you're seeing double, huh? NOT.</p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="mobile-post"> The colors are all wrong, but I just started... haven't painted anything (besides my fingernails) in a looooooooong time.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll update as this little project evolves.</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-1487498850617114027?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-80544118453854444202006-06-15T14:28:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.680-08:00<p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-724505.jpg" width="320" /></p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="mobile-post">I know, it's like you're seeing double, huh? NOT.</p><p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;" class="mobile-post"> The colors are all wrong, but I just started... haven't painted anything (besides my fingernails) in a looooooooong time.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'll update as this little project evolves.</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8054411845385444420?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-91037747219664184462006-07-05T12:47:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">Yesterday would have been our 8th wedding anniversary. The day came and passed, pretty much without incident. I slept in very late, got up, bought some beer, came home, and ordered a pizza. I spent several hours self medicating with these things, messaging my friends, and trying to ignore the fact that it sounded like they were shooting the sequel to "Apocalypse Now" immediately outside.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">I would not have minded the noise, but I could not see anything. The fireworks after winning Spider Solitaire were more exciting.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Of course, this year I did not work on Independence day. I've worked every year for... I don't know how many years. The irony was not lost on me, that now I had nobody to share the day with.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">Next year, I hope to attend a barbecue, or something, with friends, or family, or both. I hope there will also be some of those little chickens I like so much. They're stupid; little cardboard hens, you light the fuse in their ass, and the screech and shoot out little balls of fire. They are my absolute favorite. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays. Seriously, it's right up there with Christmas. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">One of my favorite memories of my grandfather involves this holiday. I'd like to share it with all of you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">I remember sitting on the porch with him, when there were no other trailers across the street. Just desert, and the gravel road. We watched the fireworks going off from somewhere... it was *so* cool. I still remember how it felt, I think I was about 4 years old, and it was the coolest thing. He could see, like, forever. So he would see them, and point out where to look, and it was just fucking cool. He held me, and reassured me that the fireworks were much too far away to hurt us... I think I was somewhat terrified of them. Probably because I had seen Star Wars, and it reminded me of Darth Vader blowing up Alderaan. I was also scared of the Sith Lord... but I remember Ronald McDonald was even more horrifying. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Probably that same year, Darth and Ronald were both at McDonalds, and I'm almost certain I was going to hug the Dark Lord of the Sith, until I saw that orange haired freak. Who was there with me? Can anyone corroborate this story for me???</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anyway. I like the 4th of July, and it's sort of a small comfort that I will never have to be alone on that holiday again...thinking about all that was, or could have been. Next year. Motherfucking barbecue.</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-9103774721966418446?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-3567099119199961252006-07-05T12:47:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">Yesterday would have been our 8th wedding anniversary. The day came and passed, pretty much without incident. I slept in very late, got up, bought some beer, came home, and ordered a pizza. I spent several hours self medicating with these things, messaging my friends, and trying to ignore the fact that it sounded like they were shooting the sequel to "Apocalypse Now" immediately outside.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">I would not have minded the noise, but I could not see anything. The fireworks after winning Spider Solitaire were more exciting.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Of course, this year I did not work on Independence day. I've worked every year for... I don't know how many years. The irony was not lost on me, that now I had nobody to share the day with.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">Next year, I hope to attend a barbecue, or something, with friends, or family, or both. I hope there will also be some of those little chickens I like so much. They're stupid; little cardboard hens, you light the fuse in their ass, and the screech and shoot out little balls of fire. They are my absolute favorite. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays. Seriously, it's right up there with Christmas. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">One of my favorite memories of my grandfather involves this holiday. I'd like to share it with all of you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">I remember sitting on the porch with him, when there were no other trailers across the street. Just desert, and the gravel road. We watched the fireworks going off from somewhere... it was *so* cool. I still remember how it felt, I think I was about 4 years old, and it was the coolest thing. He could see, like, forever. So he would see them, and point out where to look, and it was just fucking cool. He held me, and reassured me that the fireworks were much too far away to hurt us... I think I was somewhat terrified of them. Probably because I had seen Star Wars, and it reminded me of Darth Vader blowing up Alderaan. I was also scared of the Sith Lord... but I remember Ronald McDonald was even more horrifying. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;">Probably that same year, Darth and Ronald were both at McDonalds, and I'm almost certain I was going to hug the Dark Lord of the Sith, until I saw that orange haired freak. Who was there with me? Can anyone corroborate this story for me???</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anyway. I like the 4th of July, and it's sort of a small comfort that I will never have to be alone on that holiday again...thinking about all that was, or could have been. Next year. Motherfucking barbecue.</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-356709911919996125?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-6458703706312875062006-06-26T15:32:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Yes, you caught me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I am, in fact, passive aggressive as hell. It's all funny until someone gets hurt.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I had completely forgotten about it until about 30 minutes ago. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I use my website as my own personal pond that I can be a rather large <span style="font-style: italic;">and very unattractive</span> fish in. Chalk it up to low self esteem, cowardice, or maybe just a deeply seated desire to fuck with people.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I acknowledge this. So...</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b384/chicabel/apology.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 46px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b384/chicabel/apology.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It was inconsiderate of me to post about the offending subject matter</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> It won't happen again</span><span style="font-size:78%;">*</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/medouche.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/medouche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm sorry I referred to you as a tool.<br />You didn'</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">t do anything<br />even remotely worthy of the term<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"fucktacular"</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >*=At least not where you can see it.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God knows I don't have a history of blasting people that piss me off on this site, there's certainly nothing inflammatory </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://chicabel.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgi-fuck-yous.html">here</a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://chicabel.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-believe-its-not-customer.html"> here </a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">or god forbid</span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-thought-i-could-see-end.html"> here.</a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...and I am a giant </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">douche. </span></span></span><br /></div></div><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com"> </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-645870370631287506?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-19613130578765697962006-06-26T15:32:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Yes, you caught me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I am, in fact, passive aggressive as hell. It's all funny until someone gets hurt.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I had completely forgotten about it until about 30 minutes ago. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I use my website as my own personal pond that I can be a rather large <span style="font-style: italic;">and very unattractive</span> fish in. Chalk it up to low self esteem, cowardice, or maybe just a deeply seated desire to fuck with people.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" >I acknowledge this. So...</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b384/chicabel/apology.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 46px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b384/chicabel/apology.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >It was inconsiderate of me to post about the offending subject matter</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"> It won't happen again</span><span style="font-size:78%;">*</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/medouche.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/medouche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I'm sorry I referred to you as a tool.<br />You didn'</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">t do anything<br />even remotely worthy of the term<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"fucktacular"</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >*=At least not where you can see it.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">God knows I don't have a history of blasting people that piss me off on this site, there's certainly nothing inflammatory </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://chicabel.blogspot.com/2006/03/tgi-fuck-yous.html">here</a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://chicabel.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-cant-believe-its-not-customer.html"> here </a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">or god forbid</span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-i-thought-i-could-see-end.html"> here.</a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">...and I am a giant </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">douche. </span></span></span><br /></div></div><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://nervouskitten.blogspot.com"> </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-1961313057876569796?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-21613651916614167962006-06-22T08:30:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00Okay, most of you know that I work nights, and that I've been working nights for several years. For those of you that didn't know, well, I just told you.<br /><br />If you've ever worked the late night shift (3rd shift) you probably know how hard it can be to get adequate sleep. And, once you've fallen asleep, staying asleep can pose a challenge. It's basically defying the body's natural circadian rhythm.<br /><br />I'm having trouble sleeping lately anyway, because I'm separated from my husband of 10 years, there's a divorce looming on the horizon, and I'm not entirely well because I have an abcessed tooth.<br /><br />Some tool just called me because he wanted me to google motherfucking noni juice for him. I've been asleep for 2 fucking hours... and I had to snap myself out of it to figure out what the fuck he was talking about.<br /><br />I don't usually get my panties in a twist over stupid shit... but now I'm having trouble going back to sleep. Good god, duder, people that live on the other side of the country know not to call me before noon! I was up unti 8:00am fucking around on Riott's site, drinking beer, reading yaoi and trying to de-stress after the<br /><br />fucktacular<br /><br />(new word. thanks John!)<br /><br />stunt you pulled yesterday.<br /><br />For those of you who care, here's how the offending conversation went down, more or less...<br />me: "hello?"<br />tool: "Are you sleeping?"<br />me: "I WAS, what's going on?"<br />tool: "I need you to look something up for me"<br />me: (thinking, I'm not getting out of bed unless someone is INJURED or in JAIL...or needs something IMPORTANT)<br />me: *fake happy voice* " okay, what?"<br />tool: "something latin hommana hommana noni juice"<br />me: (How long have I been asleep? 2 hours? jesus christ...)<br />me: it's a supplement. like b-12. Personally I don't care for it.<br />tool: blah blah we should get water guns and get in a water fight...<br />me: (I'm going to fucking kill you)<br />tool: "blah blah remote control submarine...blah blah"<br />me: "where are you?"<br />tool: "at wal --- mart"<br />me: (I'm calling your wife to bitch and moan after this...)<br />tool: well, I'll let you go. go back to sleep.<br />me: "yeah, I was up until 8:00"<br />tool: "blah, blah still talking and Completely oblivious to the fact that you're much too polite to hang up on my clueless ass"<br />me: "well, have a good day..."<br />tool: "bye! get some sleep!"<br />me: "bye! "(my head hurts)<br />--click--<br /><br />How was your day?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-2161365191661416796?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-87448154300938719582006-06-22T08:30:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00Okay, most of you know that I work nights, and that I've been working nights for several years. For those of you that didn't know, well, I just told you.<br /><br />If you've ever worked the late night shift (3rd shift) you probably know how hard it can be to get adequate sleep. And, once you've fallen asleep, staying asleep can pose a challenge. It's basically defying the body's natural circadian rhythm.<br /><br />I'm having trouble sleeping lately anyway, because I'm separated from my husband of 10 years, there's a divorce looming on the horizon, and I'm not entirely well because I have an abcessed tooth.<br /><br />Some tool just called me because he wanted me to google motherfucking noni juice for him. I've been asleep for 2 fucking hours... and I had to snap myself out of it to figure out what the fuck he was talking about.<br /><br />I don't usually get my panties in a twist over stupid shit... but now I'm having trouble going back to sleep. Good god, duder, people that live on the other side of the country know not to call me before noon! I was up unti 8:00am fucking around on Riott's site, drinking beer, reading yaoi and trying to de-stress after the<br /><br />fucktacular<br /><br />(new word. thanks John!)<br /><br />stunt you pulled yesterday.<br /><br />For those of you who care, here's how the offending conversation went down, more or less...<br />me: "hello?"<br />tool: "Are you sleeping?"<br />me: "I WAS, what's going on?"<br />tool: "I need you to look something up for me"<br />me: (thinking, I'm not getting out of bed unless someone is INJURED or in JAIL...or needs something IMPORTANT)<br />me: *fake happy voice* " okay, what?"<br />tool: "something latin hommana hommana noni juice"<br />me: (How long have I been asleep? 2 hours? jesus christ...)<br />me: it's a supplement. like b-12. Personally I don't care for it.<br />tool: blah blah we should get water guns and get in a water fight...<br />me: (I'm going to fucking kill you)<br />tool: "blah blah remote control submarine...blah blah"<br />me: "where are you?"<br />tool: "at wal --- mart"<br />me: (I'm calling your wife to bitch and moan after this...)<br />tool: well, I'll let you go. go back to sleep.<br />me: "yeah, I was up until 8:00"<br />tool: "blah, blah still talking and Completely oblivious to the fact that you're much too polite to hang up on my clueless ass"<br />me: "well, have a good day..."<br />tool: "bye! get some sleep!"<br />me: "bye! "(my head hurts)<br />--click--<br /><br />How was your day?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8744815430093871958?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-85094412119506831542006-06-20T14:36:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<p class="mobile-post">Riott's man says they make 12000 pancakes a day. That's insane. I'd yak after about 4.</p><p class="mobile-post">--</p><p class="mobile-post">Mobile Email from a Cingular Wireless Customer http://www.cingular.com</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8509441211950683154?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-66060824189673666222006-06-20T14:36:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<p class="mobile-post">Riott's man says they make 12000 pancakes a day. That's insane. I'd yak after about 4.</p><p class="mobile-post">--</p><p class="mobile-post">Mobile Email from a Cingular Wireless Customer http://www.cingular.com</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-6606082418967366622?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-21942039137220069312006-06-20T11:41:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.679-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/nooooocruces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/nooooocruces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" >So I'm researching jobs, apartments, and trying to figure out where the hell I want to live and work. I have no idea what I'm doing.<br /><br />So during my research, I come across this... AAACK!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-2194203913722006931?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-63046729841994365602006-07-08T15:49:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-762747.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Trying to fix the ipaq.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-6304672984199436560?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-80302291069322547332006-07-08T15:49:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><img width="320" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-762747.jpg"/></p><p class="mobile-post">Trying to fix the ipaq.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-8030229106932254733?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-56397327980036046382006-07-07T16:06:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="282" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-768834.jpg" width="320" /></p><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"> </p><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Riott showing her appreciation for Jack Black's performance....</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-5639732798003604638?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-35205123632011805632006-07-07T16:06:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="282" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/0/unnamed-image-1-768834.jpg" width="320" /></p><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"> </p><p class="mobile-photo" align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Riott showing her appreciation for Jack Black's performance....</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-3520512363201180563?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-5380361991102847852006-07-07T16:01:00.002-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/tehotness.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/tehotness.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><br />Riott and I wanted to steal this giant standup soooo bad...</span><br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-538036199110284785?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11261115.post-51501714811271971032006-07-07T16:01:00.001-07:002009-01-29T15:13:55.678-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/1600/tehotness.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3647/906/400/tehotness.jpg" width="263" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"><br />Riott and I wanted to steal this giant standup soooo bad...</span><br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11261115-5150171481127197103?l=phuckyoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kittehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13905689576645240219noreply@blogger.com3