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[Age of Wonders cereal! Dino-scrapings in every bite! "Imma poopin' ancient history!"]

Hello, PD...I'm Sister Gothique. I've been gone a while, because, as you should damn well know, I'm the Patron Saint of Poor Decision Making™. Well, I'm back in The Tucson...and you could say it's having an effect on me.

It's 4:30am (fuck off with the post time...I'm tired and slow)...and I am awake. I am awake because of a dream. It wasn't anything detailed or grand, but there was one thing that stood out:
Age of Wonders cereal! Dino-scrapings in every bite! "Imma poopin' ancient history!"

As an additive, I was also riding a pretty badass rollercoaster and cozying up to David Lee Roth...Why? Because TGRR, that's fucking why!

I can not attribute this to The Tucson alone...it's just a place, it's doesn't know any better (leave it alone!). It's the people that make this place the magnificent show of horrormirth it is; the pigeon-punchers, tape worm fetishists, the TGRR (the the?...meh)....but this one has a particular familiarity. TGRR...it's all your fault. You're a bad, horrible man.

Damn, did I miss this place.

[Dear Ignorant Fuckfaces, If you're going to join a debate, it may be well received when you actually pay attention to what said debate is concerning. I know it can be difficult, bothersome, or even painful, but those words actually mean something. No lie. With a little time, effort, and actual goddamn reading you may find that those little scribblies on your monitor start to create words and even sentences and that you may begin to comprehend-----Oh fuck it. It's not like you're going to read this either. You'll just skim over it like you do everything else and then morph it into an invitation to crumpets and tea or some shit with your marvelous stretch of the imagination. "Oh sure, come on over!" "Be sure to try the Kool-aid." "Faint taste of almonds? I don't know what you're referring to." And what a grand ole-fucking-time we shall have. -Love and kisses- ,SG]

Dear Ignorant Fuckfaces,
        If you're going to join a debate, it may be well received when you actually pay attention to what said debate is concerning. I know it can be difficult, bothersome, or even painful, but those words actually mean something. No lie. With a little time, effort, and actual goddamn reading you may find that those little scribblies on your monitor start to create words and even sentences and that you may begin to comprehend-----Oh fuck it. It's not like you're going to read this either. You'll just skim over it like you do everything else and then morph it into an invitation to crumpets and tea or some shit with your marvelous stretch of the imagination. "Oh sure, come on over!" "Be sure to try the Kool-aid." "Faint taste of almonds? I don't know what you're referring to." And what a grand ole-fucking-time we shall have.
       
-Love and kisses-
   ,SG


So, I'm pursuing a debate forum when I stumble upon a topic someone posted about the Australian government wanting to go from their current packaging for cigarettes (corroded innards) to a more generic-looking package to try to take away some of the "cool" factor that the current package promotes (nothing says cool like atrophying bits, right?) and wanting to talk about that in terms of taking away certain rights from the tobacco companies.

I think that's kind of interesting and start to look at some of the responses..... ......Which ALL seem to look like:

"smoking should totally be banned.its bad."

"I nO! sMokInG Is tEh #! KilLoR oF PUppIeS And rAinfOReSts AND WHALES iN teh WorLD eVAr! SrSLY! ITSA FACT!"

"My coosin Dwayne totally died from sm0oking while trying to kill fire ants with gasoline."


For fuck's sake....Is it really that hard to take the time to actually read what the topic is about? It's never-ending. *sigh*

P.S. Hi P.D. It's been too long. I'm clumsy and fell off the face of the earth once again. I should probably tell my mum I'm still alive, too, huh?

Merry Christmas, PD. <3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkMncYn15Rg
I really need to teach the little one the various Cthulu carols.

"Somebody is going to eat my pussy or I'm going to cut your fucking throat"
http://thesmokinggun.com/buster/west-virginia/woman-utters-line-never-previously-recorded-police-report

For FUCKSSAKE...
Until a few weeks ago, I've only heard of these hag-beasts who are generally referred to as "twilight moms/grandmothers". More recently, I've had the displeasure of actually witnessing this disturbing phenomena; more and more it seems. It boggles my mind how an adult woman could get so worked up over the mindless drivel of the books or even more disturbing...the inept actors teen boys running around shirtless like sparkle-pixies...The cradle-robbing factor alone gives me the creeps. So many people just need to grow the fuck up.


http://www.confessionsofatwilightmom.com/boutique.html

I saw this and it made me think of you. 
http://theoatmeal.com/quiz/tapeworm_host





I stumbled upon that when I was ranting about kids' general misuse of the English language. My friend sent me this dandy link to begin with:
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling

8 oz light cream cheese
1 tbs melted margarine
1 tsp vanilla
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa
4 cups powdered sugar

OPTIONAL: 1 cup mini marshmallows, 1/2 cup chopped walnuts or dried fruit, etc...Anything that strikes your fancy, really.



Soften the cream cheese to room temperature (you can nuke it for 30 seconds or let it stand at room temp for about an hour).

Add margarine and vanilla to the softened cream cheese. Beat with a spoon until smooth. Stir in the cocoa and powdered sugar. It takes some diligent stirring to get the fudge mixed together properly. The end result should be smooth, very thick and evenly colored. At this point you can add any extras, and again, mix until smooth and even.

Oil an 8-inch square pan or a large plate. Press the fudge into the pan or make a pretty layer of it on the plate. Chill for several hours to harden (or just chuck it in the freezer overnight). Cut into small squares.

I saw this and thoughts of youuuuuu!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B2LPxggvqY

Wtf, America?!

Meh...Nothing really happens at 22.


Well, except birthday sex. Can't forget that.

Yahoo Radio, or Launchcast....What the fuck happened to it? As far as I can see, now it's sponsored by CBS and it sucks. On each station they play maybe 20(at most) of the most mainstream songs in the genre. When they first started Launch Music they had TONS of songs and I loved all the random shit they'd throw at me. It's where I found a lot of the bands I listen to now(Corvus Corax is the first that comes to mind...I think it's really where I started listening to Morrissey, too). I went a few months without really playing it and I just came back recently, having an urge for new music and THIS is what I get.

..No, wait...Let me just tell you..Here's the music lineup for the 90s rock station: Smashing Pumpkins-1979, *about 4 minutes of bad, repetitive commercials*, Live-I Alone, *pause for a good 20 minutes as I have a near panic attack due to the spider the size of a fucking BUICK being this
|  | far away from me....and my fellow valiantly slaughtering the beast with an old magazine; "My heeeeerrroo" *,  Alice In Chains-Man In The Box, Candlebox-Far Behind, Garbage- I Think I'm Paranoid, Matchbox 20- 3AM.........I think you get my point. It's bad, it's bland and it's crap EVERYONE knows.

I remember being about 13-14 and Launchcast was one of the most awesome things for me. I'd sit there for hours just looking for new music, rating this and that to see what new stuff they'd send my way and rating other stuff to make sure certain things NEVER got played again(Mostly Metallica and ACDC...and all things country). You have no rating system with this new one---*pause*....This is the 7th time I've heard Scar Tissue within the past 2 days!----As I was saying....there's no rating system whatsoever...all I get is a skip button, pause button and the ability to change genres. It's just...disappointing. So, I guess it's back to Youtube, while I search for a better means of obtaining new music.

*twitches as Enter Sandman comes on*
SG, Going to kill a motherfucker...

Well, I was apparently trying to give myself a brain hemorrhage earlier, looking up these godawful music videos. So, I ask you to share your worst; your musical abortions, if you will....be it horrible lyrically, an eyesore of a video or some unholy combination of the two..


Here's a gem I found yesterday morning. It has twins, bad teeth, bad dancing, bad lyrics and shiny hot-pants...what more could you want?
"Touch my bum; this is life"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX3S1f_7dI4&feature=channel_page

 Conversation With A Piece Of Debris
Current mood: satisfied

The names have been changed to protect the stupid and---aw, hell..you'd know who it is anyway....

*with a special comment from The Great Revered at the bottom*


Randy: nuthin much, trying to find the xmas stuff for my mom
Heather: ahh
Randy: bit aggresive lately?
Heather: excuse me?
Randy: idk
Heather: Well you'd have to have SOME reason for saying that
Randy: im sorry, ill leave you alone then...
Heather: what the hell are you talking about dude?
Randy: your last post and your yahoo thingy, kinda a bit aggresive
Heather: which?
Randy: you changed it to music
Randy: or which post, the bus one
Heather: what, "may your death come quickly"?......and there was nothing agressive in the bus blog..no more agressive than I've ALWAYS been
Randy: OoO, i just misunderstood then
Heather: As for... "may your death come quickly"....it's a mercy thing
Heather: yeah...s'ok...you haven't gotten me for a while anyway.lol
Randy: yeah...
Heather: dude,what's your deal? you're acting all weird
Randy: idk...i know i am in a weird mood, i dont know what put me in this state, but hopefully it will pass...i should be ion a good mood, i got my car running, and hopefully next paycheck it will be legally to drive on the road
Heather: ah, right on
Randy: if not, it will be in jan, not in time to see you before you leave though
Heather: *shrug* it happens
Heather: like usual...different people keep getting different dates from you
Randy: well i wanted to come out on the 28th and leave on the 2nd
Randy: that was the plan
Randy: still is the plan, will have to see if it will change next week
Heather: uhhuh
Randy: i got temp tags and i went to my moms work, and actually got to use her discount for free rental and used of the shooting range...
Randy: all i had to do was pay for the ammo
Heather: well that's scary...I never want to picture YOU using a gun
Randy: why is that, im seriously thinking about the AF
Heather: 1.You're not particularly responsible in that sense. 2.You're emotional and don't think reasonably under pressure.....
Randy: perhaps, but isnt that waht boot camp is about, plus its the AF not the ARMY, i know i couldnt survive in the AMRY or MARINES
Heather: no..you couldn't.....so you'd rather be in the chairforce? well, have fun aiming low. and I'm not sure you could survive bootcamp...
Heather: heh...something tells me you didn't like my response, but it's the truth...blunt as it may be.
Randy: i dont have to aim low, i just retested on ASVAP and scored an 87
Heather: your point?
Randy: intel
Heather: right....go for it and avoid south carolina
Randy: cuz youll be there?
Heather: No. I won't be there. I'll be in NORTH Carolina....
Randy: okay?
Heather: but feel free to avoid that too
Randy: okay, what about the keys?
Heather: the keys?
Randy: are we still going to go? someday?
Randy: taking that as a no?
Heather: No....because quite frankly I don't like you as a person. I haven't LIKED you for the past couple years.You were either neglectful or clingy...Inconsiderate not only to myself but those around you...you're the collection of the worst qualities in both of your parents. You only care for yourself. You were dishonest...and apparently tried to get me pregnant when I wanted to leave...proof there is a god, you're sterile....I thought you were funny at first, but soon realized you just quoted things I found funny..You're not smart and you're childish. You're everything I never wanted and more.. and you were bad in bed....I'm been saving that for some time
Randy: thnx
Randy: guess thats a good bye then?
Heather: can you give me a reason why it shouldn't be? Quite frankly, this is the better way..Someone suggest I toy with you and admittedly I felt a bit of malicious glee whenh thinking about that ater the hell you put me through
Randy: thnx, and to think i was blinded
Heather: blinded?
Randy: i really never saw that coming or you to think that of me, i was seriously blinded by my feelings
Heather: No...you were BLIND, not blinded....or you would have seen it in my face long ago. When you'd make certain comments and I'd look at you as if you were the most ignorant thing on earth.....Originally, I thought you lost me that one Christmas when you were cybering....but I realized you never really HAD me. You couldn't. It was just poor decision making on my part.
Randy: yeah...then why the whole inter acting like we didnt want to lose me, when i said i was moving out when you parents where going to move to beson
Randy: *benson
Heather: Part of me was still confused...*shrug* Sometimes smart people make some horrid decisions
Heather: I'm still pretty ashamed and disgusted
Randy: i guess, well guessing this in good bye, i dont need this pounding, i knew that is was all over, and we couldnt be friends, cuz really i knew this was coming, i could tell in our convos in the past weeks
Heather: Heh, no...The last few convos was just me.
Randy: kk? how often do you talk to jimmy?
Heather: You never knew how mean I actually WAS
Heather: why?
Randy: cuz have you checked the minutes
Randy: there is A reason why we are losing our phones onto our own plans
Heather: yep....oh no.you have to get your own fucking phone
Randy: so your still staying on your moms plan?
Heather: how is this any of your business?
Randy: because why should i lose my phone because of you
Heather: why should you stay when people only PUT UP with you?
Randy: is that what your mom thinks of me, just to PUT UP with me, or did you convince them to drop me from her plan
Heather: Yes, this was all my malicious plan...my parents really LOVE you..........Don't ask me what my mother THINKS. I can't speak for her
Randy: feeling that LOVE is sarsactic
Heather: aren't you quick..
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Now, I wasn't going to post this until I got word of the dipshit posting it himself on his livejournal and even then, after it'd been brought up a couple times, it still took a bit of poking and prodding.
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and now for a word from The Great Reverend:

The fact that Heather dated Randy in the first place further proves that love is, in fact, the weird feeling you get between meeting someone, and discovering that they look like a flounder.  A flounder with bad skin.

In a similar vein, the fact that Randy is sterile proves that God is not totally malevolent.  If he wasn't, he'd have smashed her chromosomes flat and she would have given birth to a Harlequin baby[google it].  Horrible, horrible.

On the other hand, if God was totally benevolent, Randy would never have been born.  God, you're cheating.  Even the Book of Revelation never threatened a one-man plague of sociopathy and abject failure.  For Chrissakes.  If God really loved us, he'd go all Old Testament on Randy, and scorch him from the face of the Earth like a cockroach under a blowtorch.

Randy's continual threats to return for a visit impress nobody.  Given his fucked up life, his car would break down in the California desert, and he'd be eaten by geckos.  And he would not be missed.

So long, Randy.  You're a boatload of human waste, and the only reason any of us ever put up with you was that you were always with Heather (to the mystification of all, I might add),  Feel free to never visit, write, or call.  Just stay there in California, and try to find yourself another woman with bad eyesight and poor decision-making capability.  And remember not to tell us the insipid, Godawful details.

Not kidding.  Stay away.  We never liked you.

Or kill me.

Alright, for those of you who don't know(which, in all likeliness would be ALL of you considering how short my time on this forum has been), I actually know The Great Reverend Roger and I'm actually a tad worried about his recent disappearance. The last time I actually saw him was on the 15th and he was acting kind of strange. He was all ornery and hateful and MEAN, which is nothing strange normally, but he typically doesn't do it to US! The last I heard of him was a strange message on my cell consisting of little more than inarticulate howling. So, either he's going native with Howler monkeys or he's generating a rant. He did yell something about "Oh-peas" (whatever the hell THAT is) and not coming back until his death ray was finished.....

A little puzzled at this, I tried calling him back. Maria answered and SHE hasn't seen him either. WTF, mate??

1/2 cup butter or margarine, softened(I typically use margarine, tastes better, but there isn't a huge difference)
1 cup finely ground almonds
1 1/4 cups flour
3/4 cup sugar
     *cat sits in the middle of my paper*
3 drops almond extract
1 egg yolk
1 tablespoon honey

Combine the flour, sugar, almonds and almond extract in a large bowl. Add the butter, honey and egg yolk and mix well. Cover with aluminum foil or plastic wrap and let it sit in the fridge for about an hour and a half to two hours.

When that's done, grab a handful (plum-sized amount or so) and mold it into a crescent(or pretty much whatever the hell shape you feel like). The dough itself is really crumbly and you kind of have to work it a bit (you really get your hands into it, so makes great fun for kids. Great messes too).

Put them on a well-greased cookie sheet and bake them at 325 degrees for about 20 minutes. Makes about 12 mondo cookies or a fuck-ton of little ones.