Last night I drank too much Pabst. That's why I was an hour and a half late to work today. I'm listening to some bad music. I just heard that one 80's song by Patrick Swayze, "She's like the wind." Well, if she's like the wind, Patrick, so are you, cuz you blow.
Booyah.
I'm supposed to be working, but I don't really have anything else to do. I saw some punk bands last night. I was fun. There was this creepy chick who followed me around and told me she loved me and that I was hot and told my boyfriend he was lucky. It was weird. But what did I do????!!!! I gave her my number. She was really drunk, she couldn't remember my name half the time, so hopefully she won't call me. If she does, I will tell her that I do not live there (she won't remember my voice.) I'm too passive to people sometimes. Unless the people piss me off, then I get mad. Whatever, fuck it.
Updates: New thing I love up. New pic of me up (#1 master artist=me) since I chopped and dyed my hair.
Enjoy!
"Grandma Neck" (My new song about what happens to me almost on a daily basis)
Grandma neck grandma neck
Turn it to the left (ouch)
Turn it to the right (ouch)
What the fuck do I do at night?
Super sucky shitty fucky
If I had no neck, I'd be hellah lucky
I bought a kick ass purse at this craft-tastic sale at a bar/rock club. It rocks. Here is a picture of it:
I went on a couple rides too. Fun.
Ahhh. Tuesdays.
Do you ever notice that when you are really hungry, you don't give a shit what you eat, as long as you get food in your stomache? I'm hungry. I'm eating these horribly gross cookies by Pepperidge Farm. Fucking gross. Yesterday I was going off of about 20 minutes of sleep from the night before. I wasn't doing too well. Haha.
I've been playing a lot of Champions of Norrath these last 2 days. That game kicks ass. I love how all the girls in the game have ENORMOUS boobs. So huge. You can really tell a 35 year old virgin made that game. But it is a damn fine game. I will play more tonight.
I will also dork it out and watch some anime.
Any ideas for what I should put on my webpage?
Email me at wickedboner2005@yahoo.com. I'm at a loss. Help me or else this will become one of those horrible blogs! DON'T LET IT!
New Sections: Click me!-Click it. I drew shit and wrote stuff by it. It's sort of a drawing montage of all the stuff I like or stuff I fucking love. Click me!-I will make these more disernable later. This one is for stuff I don't like or stuff I fucking hate. Stories: This will be.... stories. Not made up ones. I'm not J.K. Rowley. I don't have enough of a imagination. These are real stories. Of real people. Doing real things. For real.
I'm a temp. That means I'm in an unstable place where I can mess around on the computer if need be. How do you think I get time to do this webpage? I don't take time out of my day when I'm not getting paid for it. So, it's sort of like this page is lucrative. In a way. My way.
I'm waiting to find out when my last day is. I hate that shit. This is my first time being a temp. The only reason why I became one is because I got fired for being a super asshole to this dumb chick I used to work with. When I say dumb, I mean dumb. She would stare at the phone book ALL DAY and thought it made her look busy. Nope. Just stupid. Anyways, my recommendation, don't temp. People treat you like a subhuman. It's weird. And funny. I would hear stuff like "Get me coffee, temp." Of course, they would be joking, but I was still thinking, "I'm working here because your lazy ass doesn't do enough work, dildo-breath."
But again, I get all the free hot chocolate and internet I want. Booyah.
I took away the dumbass stories thing I was going to do. No one wants to hear my stories and I sure don't want to type for 3 hours so a couple people looking for wank sites can glance for a minute.
If I ever get off my ass and hook up my scanner, I will put up the comic section. I'll try tonight. Godspeed, me.
So, I notice my webpage is a little unorganized. Well, I haven't made up my mind on what I want to do. I am going to be adding weekly comics drawn by a featured* artist from Madison, but I'm not sure when that will be done.
I'm getting my hair cut short. I hate getting my hair cut.
We'll see...
I'm almost done with work. Booyah.
Not too much to say. Keep it real.
*boyfriend
I'm getting my hair chopped off tomorrow. So the picture of me up there will change.
I cut my own hair for years. I got it cut by a chick before my friend's wedding. I didn't really like it. Hair sucks anyways. Guys never change their hair. It goes from short to shorter to shortest. They don't care. Why do girls care so much? I want a short hair cut so I don't have to fuck around in the morning when I start school. I'm all about business. I'm going to the laundromat tonight because my cat streaked shit on my down comforter. Bastard. It's gross. I hate shit. I hate cat shit. I hate picking up shit. I hate all the stuff that comes out of cats. Cats are cute though. That's why I have two. I used to hate cats. Now, I like them just fine. I have one cat that is super fat. He rocks. He likes to have sex with clothes. I'm not joking. I will post a pic of him making love if I can ever catch him doing it, but he's covert in his weird sexcapades.
Enough is enough.
I gotsta flow on out of this box.
Updates: Nothing, except this! WOW!
I made a rap about my job.
Bitches Bitches Bitches
Pimpin' Pimpin' Pimpin'
All these sluts on da third floor be trippin'
Chickenheads so hot they be drippin'
You gotsta recognize my flow
Or I'll shoot you with my gat, yals bitches better know
Accounts payin' ain't easy
These accountants be skeazy
Hey lady, don't tease me
These invoices makin' me wheezy
~Booyah Fantastic
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Updates: New movie reviews added! Couple more pics. That's it.
I'm eating Jamaican food tonight. For the first time in 2 years. I got sick after the last time I ate it. The food didn't make me sick, I just happened to get sick a day after I ate it. Then everytime we drove by, I couldn't stand to go and eat there. There's a Leahism for you. I'm also seeing Kung-Fu Hustle tonight. Check back Monday to see if it sucked!
Later on in the day...
Ahh! I just swallowed a cherry pit. I can feel it sliding down. Gross.
End of the work day...almost
I just had to do mail at work
BORING! I feel like a 8 year old autistic child. WEE! COLORS!
UPDATES-A-PLENTY!
The archives is up and running! Movie Section is up! (since I see so many fucking movies already, why not let you know what sucks (new and old movies!))! If you're really bored, there's a guestbook for you to write how awesome I am in it!
So, I finally decided to make another website. You better not be thinking this will be all high budget, Hollywood-spectacular, cuz it's not going to be. This is meat and potatoes. This is basic shit right here. Don't think it won't be fabulous, cuz it will. Hell, it already is.
Right now, I'm at work. I'm always at work. If I'm not at work, I'm at home. If I'm neither, then it's none of you fucking business. Well, I'm here. And I'm making my page. La la la. Happy times. I ate a cupcake a few minutes ago. It was delicious. It had dinosaur sprinkles on it. Whenever I eat sweets in the morning (before noon), give me about 10 minutes, and then I'm in the bathroom. It's a weird phenomenon.
Anyways, I have to try to think of a few things to put in here so you can get to know me. You actually already do, since this is a free website and I'm just going to tell the people I like about it. Enjoy! But not too much. If you really start to enjoy, then you have to paypal me $5.99. Email me at wickedboner2005@yahoo.com for my Paypal info. Got it?