Random Rants

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How....

Yeah.

What did you find when you lost yourself, little girl? What did you find? I sure hope it was good. I sure hope it was worth it.

Fuck you, I'm a fan.

Yeah, most of the time I listen to the radio station and hear a bunch of pop crap. This song has been spinning for a little while now and it never really sank into my head until today.

.... so I know that I don't need to be purchasing cute little books with which to write my innermost personal thoughts in.

Wake up, people, it's the fucking thousands and something!

Not sure if you read this, but gathering from the information that's been filtering to me recently, I'm going to take a stab at the fact that you are.

So, here's where it gets interesting.

The concept of god is laughable to me. That there's some magical being off in a far away place, waiting to accept you into his little oasis from the digs he created on Earth.

The big toy hit this year was a tattoo artist kit.

I've lived in California my entire life. I was born in San Luis Obispo, raised everywhere from Pismo Beach to Arroyo Grande to Santa Maria before moving to Oxnard when I was 6 years old. My grandma and one of my uncles still live there. My other uncle, my aunt and my cousins live in Southern California. We're all within a 2 hour drive of one another. And we make that drive frequently.

For the most part, life isn't a difficult as we all like to make it out to be. We are clothed, sheltered and most often overfed.

[ Week of Brevity: Day Four

Just to remind everyone, the challenge is this: A week of topics that I have a strong opinion on, limited to one paragraph (No more than 7 sentences). All of my responses to comments must be one sentence. ]

[ Week of Brevity: Day Two, Take Two

Just to remind everyone, the challenge is this: A week of topics that I have a strong opinion on, limited to one paragraph (No more than 7 sentences). All of my responses to comments must be one sentence. ]


The Midget Childbirth Experience


Did you know that when you have a Cesarian Section delivery, while they numb you from the waist down, you still have feeling? Sure, there's no pain from the scalpel cutting through your lower stomach and then through your actual uterus, but that hole they cut isn't very big. Much like the vagina, the opening that they cut in you needs to do some stretching, allowing for two different sets of doctor's hands which maneuver the baby out of your body. I was crying on the operating table that I could feel what was going on to the chorus of voices explaining that there was no way that I could feel anything. But I felt hands inside of my body, manipulating Midget so that she could make her "unnatural" entrance into this world. A huge curtain across my midsection kept me from looking down at the action, not that I would have wanted to see what was going on in the first place. In the end, after all of my hysterics, the final sound in the room was laughter from the doctors and nurses as I whipped off the little cap they'd stuck on Midget's miniature dome and declared: "She's a redhead!"

[ Week of Brevity: Day One, Take Two

Just to remind everyone, the challenge is this: A week of topics that I have a strong opinion on, limited to one paragraph (No more than 7 sentences). All of my responses to comments must be one sentence.]

I listen to a lot of Top 40, mainly because I have a base model car with no CD player in it. This means that I am relentlessly teased by people who think that I am lame for enjoying Kelly Clarkson and Fall Out Boy.

If there is one sure-fire guaranteed way to turn me on, it's to go take a shower.

Sure, there are people who talk about getting turned on by action in the shower, but that's not exactly what I'm getting at. See, I have a nose that knows what it knows. Har har. There is something so intoxicating about the smell of a freshly showered body that does a number on me.

I'm still sick, forgive me if this rambles more than usual, but I'm irritated with humanity and their stupidity once again.

Since I'm sick, I called into my work and spent the day sleeping. Only problem with this set-up was that I would need to rouse myself to retrieve Midget from school after 3 pm. I woke around 2, answered some e-mails and checked comments and then headed into the dreaded Oxnard to get her.