Oh, so vintage?

Thursday, October 31, 2002

GEEZ FREAKIN LOUISE!!!!
Alright Sara, If you're going to get in on out little rant about men, ya gotta at least post something that doesn't make me want to run out into oncoming traffic instead of go on a date!!! It's almost like Mom saying "yeah you're never getting married, so I may as well adopt grandchildren." Come on now, I need a little moral support here ;)
It's all good though, Court and I have it all figured out. You know how we get all philosophical when we get this way. So tonight, we're celebrating with a little Asti ( they really should sell that stuff by the gallon ), Halloween candy, and Friends. :)
***Momma T says they should sell it with a nipple on it too LOL!!! She is such a nut, at least I know where I get it from. We might have ot pick up another bottle on the way home. :D

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:46 PM

WOMEN
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up for injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without new shoes so their children can have them.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all SIZES, in all colors.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!
Women do more than just give birth.
They bring joy and hope.
They give compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL WOMEN MONTH
IT'S GOOD TO BE THE WOMAN We got off the Titanic first.
We can scare male bosses with mysterious gynecological disorder excuses.
Taxis stop for us.
We don't look like a frog in a blender when dancing.
No fashion faux pas we make could ever rival The Speedo.
We don't have to pass gas to amuse ourselves.
If we forget to shave, no one has to know.
We can congratulate our teammate without ever touching her rear.
We never have to reach down every so often to make sure our privates are still there.
We have the ability to dress ourselves.
We can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to picture them naked.
If we marry someone 20 years younger, we're aware that we look like an idiot.
There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.
We'll never regret piercing our ears.
We can fully assess a person just by looking at their shoes.
We can make comments about how silly men are in their presence, because they aren't listening anyway.

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:26 PM

Wednesday, October 30, 2002

WELL WELL WELL....
Since Court is on her soapbox, I'm sharing with her. Hell we shared about 2 square feet on top of a speaker at Gruene Hall for a few hours, 2 nights in a row. I sure as hell think I can share her soapbox.
So here goes...
#1. I'll use paragraphs for those of us who lose interest when things are not properly indented.
#2. I won't discuss vibrators out of concern for your fragile little ego
#3. I won't use big words out of consideration for those of us who are intimidated by them.
#4. I won't talk about "commitment" for those of us scared shitless of that concept.
#5. I won't talk about myself, but constantly about you.
#6. I won't be the least bit concerned when you forget my birthday (even though it's the same as half the people you know).
#7. I won't remind you that you were the one that blew me off.
#8. I won't remind you that you blew it with me a LONG time ago, I'll humor you and let you think you still have a chance.
#9. I won't bring up the fact that you are an inconsiderate asshole.
#10. I won't patronize you for still being hung up on your last girlfriend.
#11. I won't point out the fact that you still need your mother to wipe your ass for you.
#12. I won't ever tell anyone what a dork you are ( your secret is safe with me ).
#13. I'll never endlessly chatter about my disgusting excuse for a social life and expect you to care.
#14. I'll never be picky about my food.
#15. I'll never let you think I have the upper hand ( although I usually do ).
#16. I'll never change the subject even though I don't give a rat's ass about what you have to say.
#17. I'll never annoy you so much that you feel the immediate need to block me from your AIM.
#18. I'll never talk shit about you to a potential girlfriend, only tell her the truth from one girl to another.
#19. I'll always remember that you are the one who screwed it all up, not me.
#20. I'll probably always say "I told you so," its one of the few joys in my life.

You know the FUNNIEST thing about this is the fact that most of my male readers that I'm friends with will read this and think it's about them. They'll be all pissy with me and get offended that I would say such things about them. Well keep in mind that after 22 years of being forced to interact with 'males' that were almost certainly "raised by wolves" that I've made the above observations. In no way whatsoever is any of the above intentionally directed at you. It would greatly distress me to think that anyone reading this would get some sort of egotistical boost from me including them in my little rant. So chill out, have a beer, and go get laid. :) oh wait unless you can't get laid because your chick prefers geriatrics, LMAO!!! sorry that was a cheap shot, don't take it personal.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:53 PM

What Office Space character are you?
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♥Oh, so vintage... 9:02 PM

OK!!! It's been a Loooooooooong time since I've pulled a spur of the moment run to see Pat. and since I'm pretty much an orphan this weekend, I'm just sitting here looking at Pat's schedule wondering just how early I'd have to leave work friday to make Shreveport. Assuming it isn't sold out. HEY COURT.....are ya in? :)
It's about time to break the Durango in don't ya think?

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:54 PM

Life is too short...Dance Naked
:D
Thanks Jaime, Way to brighten your girl's day :)

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:52 PM

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

I'm sick sick sick. I can't breathe, my head hurts, my nose is running and I don't even feel it. I just don't feel good.
:( :(
So, I'm going to sleep because there is nothing even remotely entertaining going on in my life right now.

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:15 PM

Monday, October 28, 2002

A DAY WITHOUT RAIN?
No such thing, I'm just sure of it. I can't even remember the last time I saw the sun. I have this terrible habit of not going to class when it rains. It's truly detrimental to my academic well-being that this rain stops immediately. It's just so much easier to stay in my car, run to the mall and shop, than it is to make a mile long trek across campus in the pouring rain to listen to someone blab about something you probably already know about. Oh and I swear the pollution in Beaumont is so bad, the rain must have a ph of around 2. I can seriously feel my skin turning loose from the bones when I get wet. And the real reason I got a new car is because all that acid rain has eaten all the pretty paint off my sweet little helpless jeep. ;)

♥Oh, so vintage... 8:49 PM

# 1 STUNNA!!!
Oh yes ladies and gents, the L-dawg has up and done it. That's right, Lacylou is now sporting a badass RED, 4x4, leather interior, 5.2 L, Dodge Durango! She is sweet Sweet SWEET!

♥Oh, so vintage... 5:25 PM

Sunday, October 27, 2002

When God closes a door, he opens a window...
The truth of this statement never ceases to amaze me. Just when I'm discouraged, the answer appears. I had one of the best weekends I can remember having in forever and it came just in time. I was so ready to scream over everything happening around here lately and it turns out all needed was Hill Country road trip to settle me down. Oh, and the company of wonderful people of course. MAD PROPS to EVERYONE who made my weekend so great. :)

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:09 PM

Friday, October 25, 2002

well hell, I'm about to jet for the hill country and hope I don't get washed away tomorrow ;) I can't wait to see everyone :)

♥Oh, so vintage... 4:25 PM

Thursday, October 24, 2002

WOOHOO, It's finally thursday and thus begins my insanely busy weekend. We come to you live this evening from Huntsville Texas for another edition of Blind Date. Haha, well sorta. But anyway I'm certainly looking forward to the mullet contest tonight at the Fox, oh yes, I'm taking pictures. Then I'm off for a little Hill Country wedding in Luckenbach. Never been can't wait. Well if it doesn't flood. ;)

♥Oh, so vintage... 4:01 PM

Wednesday, October 23, 2002

Well I tell you what folks, I haven't seen so many pissed off people in a long time. I think it's the moon or something, but I'm damn glad I'm getting out of town for a bit. It's funny how things can get so messed up though, sometimes you just have to work out all the kinks. I usually get along great with everyone, and I HATE it when my temper gets the best of me and it only ends up hurting me. But I will say that when my temper does get the best of me, it's usually long after the person has crossed the line.

Virgo Aug. 23 - Sept. 22
Could life get any more demanding? It seems as if every person you see wants something from you immediately. Maybe this is a sign that it's time to focus on who and what is really important to you and make sure that they're at the top of your list. Double-check that they're important for the right reasons, though -- you don't want to be taken in by a pretty face.

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:38 PM

While visiting England, George Bush is invited to tea with the Queen. He asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that it is to surround herself with intelligent people. He asks how she knows if they're intelligent.
"I do so by asking them the right questions," says the Queen. "Allow me to demonstrate."
She phones Tony Blair and says, "Mr. Prime Minister, please answer this question: "Your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or sister. Who is it?"
Tony Blair responds, "It's me, ma'am."
"Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says the Queen. She hangs up and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?"
"Yes ma'am. Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!"
Upon returning to Washington, he decides he'd better put the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to the test. He summons Jesse Helms to the White House and says, "Senator Helms, I wonder if you'd mind answering a question for me?"
"Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?"
"Uhh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"
Helms hems and haws and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back to you?"
Bush agrees and Helms leaves. Helms immediately calls meeting of other senior Republican senators, and they puzzle over the question for several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in desperation, Helms calls Colin Powell at the State Department and explains his problem.
"Now look here, son, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your brother or your sister. Who is it?"
Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course, you idiot."
Much relieved, Helms rushes back to the White House and exclaims, "I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's Colin Powell!"
And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, Senator. It's Tony Blair."

Thanks Sara!

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:22 PM

Tuesday, October 22, 2002

Well ladies and gents, I did it. Yeah that's right I cut it all of today. You'll probably be getting a before and after pic on here sometime tomorrow evening. It's really really short, I was so nervous my stomach hurt today when she was cutting it. I walked into the house and Dad looked at me and said, "hmm, that's different, but i like it." WHEW, that was the hard part. Being Daddy's little girl and all, he wants me to keep that long hair forever. Too bad Daddy, this girl's gotta live a little. ;)

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:35 PM

Why do people insist on making clothes outta wool? It's so itchy, I'm sure glad I'm not a sheep. I would have shrunk today.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:08 PM

It sure must be fucking nice to run and hide when things get to personal. I do wonder how guys can manage without any BALLZ. To never have to say "I'm sorry," never have to be responsible for your actions, to never ever consider the impact you might have on others. I suppose it must be a difference in up bringing. Those who suffer from a severe lack of class seem to never be responsible for their words or thoughts. When my words and thoughts come out, you can damn well know that they are thought out and straight to the point. I've never been one to shy away from anything. I've always had enough confidence for myself and then some. I'm a downright opinionated BITCH when the situation calls for it, and I take more pride in that than I probably should. But NOTHING pisses me off more than someone being careless with my feelings or the feelings of someone I love. What gets to me even more than that is when I make the grave mistake of misplacing my loyalties. I'm an extremely loyal person and I don't take character lightly. I'm probably your worst nightmare when it comes to criticism. However, I would never in a million years criticize when it was inapropriate. I have the utmost consideration for others feelings, and as a consequence I suffer greatly. I hate nothing more than to turn my back on someone, and I'll be that last to give up, I see it as failure I suppose. It's really sad to watch a person self destruct isn't it? I suppose I've only learned that it doesn't pay to step lightly around people because you might scare them off, fuck them if they aren't cool with you. I have nothing to prove to anyone shallow and self centered anyway.

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:11 AM

Monday, October 21, 2002

ok if you could have ANY job on this earth, and money was no object, what would you do?
jplmyers ;) i would be a really mean janitor, who beats kids with his mop, OOO OOO an IRISH ONE!
i take that back, i want to be a staple-make for Swingline
TulipSFA :) I don't know, what would you be?
Hombre :) I'd be a chef on a cruise ship, a pro baseball pitcher, or a pro golfer
LRC91080: a chef on a cruise ship huh?
yeah, I'm eccentric like that, who knows, maybe if I were presented with that opportunity I might just become a wandering gigolo, or something
J-Funk :) sit on my ass

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:08 PM

Sunday, October 20, 2002

alright Eric, I'm calling you out ;) Elizabeth told me she gave you my AIM screename and there is no excuse for you to not post on the tagboard to say HI! So I'm hopnig to hear from you soon. :)

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:37 PM

TexasCourt22: This is SUCH a great song
TexasCourt22: I really love it
TexasCourt22: its our new theme song and you dont even know it!

Sense Field
Save Yourself

Turn out the light
Just say goodnight, to yourself
May I remind you
When you find you, you're all alone is when you've got to be strong
Cause that's when they call you, in the night
He's got your picture in his mind
He's got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime

Is it really true
Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you
So many times we just give it away, to someone who
Someone who you
Met in bar
The back of a car
And for a moment you felt important but not in your heart
My self esteem, it's been low, go ahead and count it's been lower than low
I know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me
I want to learn, how you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you
So many times we just give it away to someone who, couldn't even remember your name
Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you, loves me for me
Give it away to someone who someone who will cherish your name

Cause I want to learn, can you save yourself for
Someone who will love you for you so many times we
Just give it away, someone who, couldn't even remember your name
You save yourself for someone who, loves you for you,
Loves me for me
Give it away to someone who, someone who will
Cherish your name
Cherish your name

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:01 PM

Paper: Massive bird spotted in Alaska
Court: Holy shit, that has to be one BIG bird crap!!! It could take out a small car
Lacy: hmmm, maybe like an 'Echo'?

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:05 PM

The Royal Tenenbaums...
The more I see this movie the more I love it. Something about it is just so comforting.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:54 AM

Jerod's Page
just thought I'd give tha Funk's bro some props this morning.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:47 AM

Saturday, October 19, 2002

WOW!!!
Saturday morning, I'm staring death in the face. The extent of the damage is still unknown. Between the Smirrnof, Midori, and Boiler Makers, I'm really not sure how I've survived the night. I laid in the front seat of my jeep hanging out the passenger door this morning dry heaving waiting patiently for Court to return with my coke and saltines, while one of my former elementery teachers tried to squeeze by me to get into her car. Somehow I'm perfectly aware of all that happened last evening, I wasn't even sick when I went to sleep, but this morning I wanted to DIE! So while my parents think I'm at defensive driving, I am in fact laying on Court's couch waiting for the pain to ease enough so that I can drag my ass to mas amigos for some chips and salsa, the almighty "girl's night out" cure all.

On a lighter note...
F'n A!!! I haven't had so much fun crammed into such a short amount of time in a while. Last night was INSANE@#$!@#%
I shit you not my friends, I Lacy Cooper am guilty of OWNING the shit outta Crosby last night. I know, doesn't sound like much, but oh man, I'm running out of fingers to wrap all these guys around. ;) I have this feeling College Station just might end up getting the best of me, and Liberty County is running a close second. But alas more important pursuits await me today, Court and I are currently trying to decide which one of these guys we relate to the most on Office Space ( the end all hangover movie, well next to Tommy Boy ).
Samir, " Yes, I am also not a pussy "...
Michael Bolton, " It was a cool name until that no talent ass clown came along..."
Peter, " Well I wouldn't really say I've been missing it Bob... "...
Milton, " ...and the squirrels, they were married..."
Lawrence, " Fuckin A man, Fuckin A "

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:00 PM

Thursday, October 17, 2002

TulipSFA: question:
LRC91080: ok
TulipSFA: a girl i work with has a friend who's looking for someone to marry his friend from africa so he can stay in the US
TulipSFA: lol... you'll get $5000 plus he'll pay all your bills incase immigration comes knockin'
LRC91080: WHOA!!!!!
LRC91080: can i blog that?
TulipSFA: lmao!!! sureLRC91080: that is the funniest thing that has happened to me today :-)
TulipSFA: well????
TulipSFA: would ya?
LRC91080: would I, ummm i dont' think so, i'd be so freaked out over immigration i'd be totally in need of prozac
LRC91080: of course he'd probably pay for it ;-)
TulipSFA: lol, well there ya go

♥Oh, so vintage... 2:57 PM

For some reason it seems that most of my friends here lately have been going through this phase where they just need to get it on with someone. Wow, I'm so delicate sometimes I amaze myself. Anyway, I was thinking about this little dilema today (yes folks she does in fact think) and I had the perfect thing to tell all of you. I think it was summed up best in The Wedding Singer... "love stinks...yeah Love stinks..." No, not really in fact I actually was thinking of something inspiring to share with everyone. I've managed to spend a very large portion of my life surrounding myself with extraordinary people. People that have made a real difference in me or had some profound effect, whatever that might be. Well it is at this time I tell all of my Extraordinary friends that although it is sometimes difficult and lonely to lead the lives you do, always remember that....Extraordinary people that live Extraordinary lives, do not love ordinary as they do not live ordinary. But rather Love and are loved quite Extraordinarily. I love you all and wish you all the happiness in the world. So patience grasshoppers, love will come and it will be all you had dreamed it to be. or so my Mom keeps telling me. ;)

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:03 AM

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

TexasCourt22: well i think i am just gonna be up front with him from here on out
TexasCourt22: no games
LRC91080: i often tend to think that the male counterpart of our species was in fact not raised be a female "mother" but by wolves, yes that's right, wolves
TexasCourt22: oh girl
TexasCourt22: ding ding ding ding ding
TexasCourt22: QUOTE OF THE NIGHT!

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:54 PM

yeah so it's almost midnight and NO I have not yet begun to pack for my trip tomorrow. I know LAZY, yeah yeah so what. It'll get done. Mom has decided that I need to read about Feng Shui and my life would be better. blah blah blah blah blah blah, that's pretty much what she had to say about it, very interesting.

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:50 PM

LRC91080: I am going to OWN him :-D
TulipSFA: LMAO!!!! you go girl
TulipSFA: he can just get in line, right?
LRC91080: hell yeah he can, but if he's nice he might get to cut in line ;-)
TulipSFA: lol
TulipSFA: you are crackin' me up
LRC91080: what can i say
LRC91080: he wants me to have his children
TulipSFA: LOL
LRC91080: but don't tell anyone
LRC91080: he asked me not to tell ;-)
TulipSFA: oh you mean this isn't blog worthy?
TulipSFA: lmao
TulipSFA: i think it is
LRC91080: lol, hell yes it is
TulipSFA: whoo-hoo!!!
TulipSFA: finally something good
LRC91080: ahhh, see i'm just not sure where to let him cut in line at...
LRC91080: i mean seriously i don't think that the ROCK would appreciate it if he got bumped back by some one like that
TulipSFA: oh never
TulipSFA: the ROCK deserves some respect
TulipSFA: and brenden being so talented....
LRC91080: yeah see, so i guess i'll let him be 3rd in line, we'd still have cute kids, i won't be totally void of all the good genes by then
TulipSFA: and intelligent too
LRC91080: heck yeah they would be damn smart, and smart ass too
TulipSFA: the best kind

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:49 PM

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Damn I had totally intended on getting on my soapbox again tonight about something, but who knows what it may have been. Oh well, I'll save it for another day, It's not like I'm ever short on opinions.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:06 PM

Monday, October 14, 2002

Well it looks like I might just be making Debie and Mike's wedding after all :) WOOHOO!!!
sounds like more fun than I can handle, yeah right. Bill you're the best, we are going to have such a damn good time. Even though I have to sleep on the floor in the corner with no pillows. :D:D:D

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:17 PM

Sunday, October 13, 2002

I do have to comment on the freaking waste of time of a football game I watched earlier this evening. Looks like the Texans are going to be just as frustrating as the Damn Oilers were. I swear to God if I were David Carr, I would BITCH SLAP everyone of those "drama queen excuses" of an offensive line tonight. And it seems to me that #56 needs his ass kicked for about the next year straight to bring his cocky ass back down to the real world where you're responsible for you lack of class and poor sportsmanship. They all act like they are afraid to tackle anyone, they just kinda grab at the other players shirts and consider it a tackle. BULLSHIT!!!! UGH, seriously, you're asses get paid PAID!!!! to play a freakin game, the least you can do is act like you know how to play and get your ass out there and block for your damn QB. They act scared, like they are just doing the bare minimum so the blame can't be laid on them when something goes wrong. I know that they are a new team and it takes a while to gel and get it all together, and some of their best players are out, but some of their mistakes blow me away. alright I'm through.

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:00 PM

alright Court, I see how it is. Lay the pressure on me when I'm MIA! That's alright though, I'll be back later, and the blogathon is ON!!!
like how Gage??? "donkey kong" ;)

♥Oh, so vintage... 6:47 PM

Saturday, October 12, 2002

Lord knows I hate to see my boy Dakari lose, but...OUCH!!!
UT, what happened here???

♥Oh, so vintage... 6:17 PM

Wednesday, October 09, 2002

Thoughts about...
AOL Instant Messenger
As if we didn't play enough headgames in life we are now stricken with a new plague, AIM. It slaps a whole new angle on communcation, especially if your chatting with someone you've never met in person. The boundaries suck. But, back to my point. I find it quite bothersome when I'm chatting with someone and it takes them 20 minutes to respond. If they are at work, it's understandable. However, if said individual is doing the "you're nobody special, I'll answer when I'm ready" pause. My first instinct would be to jerk all the hairs out of their follicles, one by one, assuming you have hair somewhere other than your arms. But, since AIM is such a limited form of communication, and I have no direct physical contact, this option is not available to me. I therefore grit my teeth and deal with it. I have recently been the victim of such thoughtlessness, yes sad but true. I've been the victim so often that in fact I have even found myself repeating this repulsive behavior. Sometimes I am truly busy, but other times I sit there thinking "You are the little shit that couldn't waste time answering me the other day, don't think that for one bloody minute I'm going to exert any extra effort to reply to you." I find mysef doing the "you're nobody special, I'll answer you when I'm ready" pause usually when I'm chatting with the opposite sex. Quite odd indeed. I have no particular interest in any of them other than for friendships only, but it's almost as if I'm flirting with them. Making them wait for the distinguished pleasure of my single perfect reply. Could it simply be that we don't want any one individual to think that they are the only person we are talking to? We want them to think we are so busy answering the replies of countless others that it is indeed a priviledge that they even get a response from us, therefore placing higher value on our relationship. Just goes to show that mind games are part of our nature.

♥Oh, so vintage... 7:25 PM

Amusing comments for the day

Oh my God, my bridge broke today and it was my front tooth! I went immediatly to White Trash status! ~~~ Jenn

caller :"Yeah, who sings that song that y'all played at about 6:30 this morning?"
DJ: "The new Justin Timberlake song?"
caller: "thats it, sounded like a cross between Stevie Wonder and Michael Jackson. Someone needs to take his microphone and beat the snot outta him with it!"

hombre: hey babe its all in fun. that's what talking smack is all about. if you make it personal then you'll just end up with egg smeared all over your face. just ask: cope, lonetard, gage, et al.
btw, you are not a native texan. a texan living in mobilhoma is a TRAITOR.
hook 'em
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Tiki: dont call me babe, ok?

Guy: damn, this fucking girl i was remotely interested in is now dating my friend
Guy: such is the story of my life
Girl: oooh, well its not like there isn't a million more girls out there that you aren't "remotely" interested in
Guy: I know
Guy: I don't really care
Guy: I was just saying that

Well, gotta be going to work now. Bastards. ~~~ Amy

♥Oh, so vintage... 6:28 PM

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

If you can't be with the one you love,
Love the one you're with...

When we left our superheroines, they had just received the news that Court was the winner of the Cavender's backstage passes...

After finding this out, we were on cloud 9, and rather shocked. You would have thought we'd never met the man before. Although we were excited about this prospect, we had been informed that the Firehouse was for sale and needed new "owners." So we proceeded to "Own" it. We head to H-town to check into our hotel (Mad Props for the suite my dear friends). We then head out to the Firehouse, after many miles of detours, we eventually reach our destination fashionably late. We head on in and check the scenery, nice, not outstanding, but a few nice looking prospects. Of course, the hottest prospect was in our own party. Too bad you didn't go chat Jonathon up Glitters, yes you just got called out. It was downright insane how many guys there wanted me to be the mother ot their children. As Court and I are surveying the vast wasteland of inebriated "urban cowboys" a t-shirt catches my eye. It reads "for rent hourly." It had the misfortune of being an Abercrombie and Fitch shirt, but since it was humorous I let it slide. By this time I had a few beers in me and I commented to Court that I "wondered what the charge would be if I only wanted 30 minutes." Finding this comment so amusing we decided to share with Glitters and Mellie. Next thing I know i'm ascending the stairs and guess who's standing there. Glitters introduces us and he grabs my hand and says "Hi, I'm 30 minutes." I just die laughing. He then informs me that the first 30 minutes are free. When Glitters is involved, modesty is senseless. The fabulous June had fabulous prizes for us so we started the raffle. After drawing her own number twice, she then draws Court's number. The God's were smiling upon her that day, or perhaps she's really Irish not German (he he). She won a t-shirt autographed by Pat and the band. Mrs. Jess also won an autographed t-shirt, but I'm not sure little Logan is ready for her to stretch it over the belly yet. The totally hot brother of "30 minutes" won the autographed Texas Monthly. He was just the cutest thing. I think, but I'm not sure, that we took a picture with him to try to get him to loosen up a bit. At some point I bought a HB "think outside the box" thong. I also remeber Kevin wearing it as a hatband, but I think that's only because I couln't get it on my hat. Honeybrowne of course was downright AWESOME, and Dub was the man as usual. After that I pretty much don't remeber anything else till I ended up in the bed at the hotel watching Taxi cab confessions, which was also quite amusing. If you guys haven't realized it yet, I am most easily amused by life. Time to sleep it off for our big day at the Pavillion......

Stay tuned for next day's episode.

♥Oh, so vintage... 8:31 PM

Monday, October 07, 2002

I find that the time is appropriate to begin this journey of epic proportions, a journey that will take you far into the depths of the lives of the most awesome chicks on earth (just ask c-child #1), this tale of wonder and excitement that is MY LIFE.

I begin my Friday as any other, excited over the closure of my dear Lamar, and the prospect of no classes till next Tuesday. As I am driving to work the reality of the upcoming commotion of the weekend begins to sink in. With all of the key elements in place the weekend outlook promised all the excitement of an NBC made for tv movie. After a short day at work, like children on holiday, Court and I were given our freedom to roam the state of Texas in search of "THE PERFECT HAT." After procurement of the perfect hat for all parties involved, we moved on to bigger and better pursuits, Cavender's. While browsing it came to our attention that there was a drawing for backstage passes for our wonderful Mr. Green. After having entered the drawing and joked about our winning the passes, we headed back to D-Town for some fun and excitement. Little did we know at this point that our fun and excitement would be a drunken artist on a cell phone. Yes you all know who it is folks, I don't have to point fingers here. After many hours of persistent persuasion from 3 lovely ladies, alas it was not to be. Our drunken artist was to work through the weekend leaving no time for more enjoyable pursuits.
We awoke Saturday morning "livin on lonestar time" with buckets of beer dancing in our heads. As the excitement of an evening at the Firehouse with old and new friends mounted, so did my impatience. I was about to start beauty routine when I noticed a missed call on the cell and the homeline. T'was the one and only C-Funk calling with important news, the desbelief of my absence evident in her voice. So I return her call and she tells me that SHE was the winner of the Cavender's drawing for backstage passes...

To Be Continued...

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:17 PM

DAMN WHAT A WEEKEND!!!
So much to say in so little time, I'll have to getback to all my loyal readers this afternoon after I get some SERIOUS R&R!!!
"Oh it makes me smile!!"

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:06 PM

Saturday, October 05, 2002

ABSINTHIA TAETRA
Ernest Dowson, 1897

Green changed to white, emerald to
opal: nothing was changed.

The man let the water trickle gently
into his glass, and as the green clouded,
a mist fell from his mind.

Then he drank opaline.

Memories and terrors beset him. The
past tore after him like a panther and
through the blackness of the present he
saw the luminous tiger eyes of the things
to be.

But he drank opaline.

And that obscure night of the soul,
and the valley of humiliation, through
which he stumbled, were forgotten. He
saw blue vistas of undiscovered countries,
high prospects and a quiet, caressing
sea. The past shed its perfume over
him to-day held his hand as if it were a
little child, and to-morrow shone like a
white star: nothing was changed.

He drank opaline.

The man had known the obscure
night of the soul, and lay even now in
the valley of humiliation; and the tiger
menace of the things to be was red in
the skies. But for a little while he had
forgotten.

Green changed to white, emerald to
opal: nothing was changed.

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:13 AM

Rev, 8:10, 11: "And the third angel sounded, and a great star, burning like a lamp, fell from Heaven, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and fountains of water; and the name of the star is called Absinthe: and the third part of the waters were turned into absinthe; and many of the people died from the waters, because they were bitter"(translation from "Absinthe and the Drink Demon").

"The Prohibitionist must always be a person of no moral character; for he cannot even conceive of the possibility of a man capable of resisting temptation"(Aleister Crowley, The Green Goddess).

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:00 AM

quotes of the evening
"That internet shit is freaky?~~~Josh
"Jamie, Do you give head massages?"~~~Court

♥Oh, so vintage... 12:19 AM

Thursday, October 03, 2002

Daily Horoscope for Virgo - 10/03/02
Don't pinch yourself -- yes, all of this is really happening. You seem to have landed smack-dab in the middle of a near-perfect existence. Everything looks great: You're happy, centered and completely with the program. Let somebody else handle the exceptions and special cases. You're not selfish, but you have worked hard to make this moment a reality. You at least deserve the right to enjoy your success any way you choose, right?

♥Oh, so vintage... 1:19 PM

Wednesday, October 02, 2002

I went to the ortho today for my monthly dose of hell. My teeth are not cooperating with me. He keeps putting an e chain on my bottom teeth, the "nuclear chain" he calls it. Well the "nuclear chain" is usually totally destroyed and hanging off of my teeth tattered and torn a few days after he finally gets the thing on my teeth after breaking 6 to 9 of them in the first few rounds. By that time I'm in such excruciating pain that I have my eyes closed and I'm thinking of my happy place (somewhere between Brad Pitt and George Clooney). I imagine that putting that thing on is somewhat like trying to fit a sumo wrestler into a speedo. Nonetheless, when they finally get the job done, It's as if someone is tightening a vise grip in my head. my teeth no longer fit in the nice little nooks the did before, but instead are crammed into a false sense of reality. They are tricked into believing that this new position it their actual home. How are they tricked you ask? Because they are being chased from their origional positions with PAIN, chased away into a new secure nook, just a few fractions of a millimeter at a time. Just enough so that they are creeping along in this continuous pattern for month after month after month till the dull ache in your head becomes so commonplace you don't even notice it. Just enough so that when you go back to the ortho and he takes off you bands, your teeth actually hurt when they are given this new freedom, therefore enslaving them even further with a false sense of security. Today my teeth had their freedom ripped from them and are once again enslaved by an intact e chain. Maybe they sensed it last night, maybe that's why they hurt so bad this morning when I woke up. They knew. They knew that in a few short hours their freedom would be gone, so they were trying to get back to their positions before they were forced by the e chain, but... It was too late. So now between the pain of clenching through the night and the pain of my new e chain, I've resorted to orabase, the most god forsaken numbing ointment next to chloraseptic. After searching feverishly for it, I come upon it hiding in a bathroom drawer, sneaky little devil. In my frenzy for relief, I slather a massive blob onto my gums and rub it all around. I begin to notice a strange consistency. I've just recently learned in Nutrition one of the major factors in choosing the foods we like is texture, well I tell you what folks, I won't EVER be eating any orabase anytime soon. This nasty film begins to build up on my gums, about this time I happen to glance down at the directions... dab, do not rub, thin film will form . Nice, absolute genius. But at this time I do not particularly care, I'm a little more worried about the drool running down my chin and dripping onto my keyboard, I just don't think it's good thing.
Feeling no Pain

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:27 PM

LRC91080: we just watched the scorpion king
LRC91080: and guess what
LRC91080: haha
LRC91080: The Rock wants me to have his children too!
TexasCourt22: what?
LRC91080: this is really getting out of hand here court
LRC91080: all these men want me to have their children, i mean damn, i'm only 1 woman
TexasCourt22: You crack me up!
TexasCourt22: what are you gonna do?
LRC91080: you know court its really not funny
LRC91080: seriously i'll be having kids till i'm 90
TexasCourt22: :-P
LRC91080: i'll be all saggy from breastfeeding and god knows what will happen to my abs after having that many kids
TexasCourt22: whew
LRC91080: what's a girl to do?

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:30 PM

Tuesday, October 01, 2002

Poor Poor Pitiful Me
All these boys won't let me be...

I've come to the recent conclusion that in a past life I must have been a Horrible, Nasty, Awful Bitch. I've racked up so much bad romance Karma in my past lives that I must have made Pamela Anderson look like Skipper, well except for that boob part. Skipper was flat chested, unlike the well endowed Barbie, and Pam Anderson is FAR from being that, even though she did have a reduction. Anyway back to my rant. The men in my life here lately, seem to think it just downright amusing to torture me. I'm not quite sure what is going through their little Pea-brains, but I've decided its a "mid-life" crisis of sorts. Except this one hits you in your early 20s. You know that point you come to in your life when you realize you have to wipe your own ass because Mommy isn't going to do it for you anymore. Well I think that a few of them have reached that point. I just don't know why they think they need to drag me down with them. Hey ***newsflash*** I have my shit together, I don't need to hear you whine about yours being strung out across the world. Seriously, why do guys do that whole "what might have been" thing? ( Any guys out there reading this if you can enlighten me in any way please TAG IT) "Umm, Hello we broke up remember? Geez, get the net." Well maybe it wasn't an official "break-up" but then again were we ever officially "together"? So what is the use in dragging up who called who last and why the call wasn't returned. I don't do it, guys shouldn't either. Most of the time when you see "Mr. What Was I Smoking" the only thing going through your mind is "what was I smoking?" However, I have recently discovered that our male counterpart is thinking not about "what might have been" but rather "how many times could I have banged her before I quit calling?" Ahh, but what they often fail to realize is that we know this man! So "Mr. What Was I Smoking", next time you decide to dump girl #1, move in with girl #2 a few weeks later, then start messing with girl #1 a year later after just minutes before talking to girl #3 on the phone, Remember : WE ARE NOT AS DUMB AS WE MAY LOOK.
In the infamous words of the Divine Ms. Glitters....
"I kicked his ass to the curb...I kicked his ass to the curb too!"

♥Oh, so vintage... 11:36 PM

Saturday, Place to be...The Firehouse
Sunday, Place to be...The Woodlands
Thist week, Place to be, at work trying to pay for the upcoming weekend.

♥Oh, so vintage... 3:59 PM

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