ramble on...

blogger blows goats.
and not just cute little farm goats.
i'm talking about the nasty ass mountain-top, bearded, horns curled raped-by-desperate-shepherd goats.
yeah.
that bad.
at least it's not eating posts, currently.
it is, however, stuck in a publishing loop--which neither publishes nor loops.
discuss.
but seriously!!
it's driving me crazy.
i dashed off a little post before dinner, and it wouldn't stop the publish cycle, nor would it publish.
so i thought, no big whoop, i'll try again when the kids go to bed.
i have now been fucking with it for about an hour and it's still doing the same thing.
it says "connection timed out".
and why the fuck does "connection" look like it should only have one "n"???

so anyway.
i'd like to take this opportunity to dare blogger to piss me off further.
cuz....i'll write this and then it'll not only not publish, but not save.
that'll be awesome.

i don't really have anything to say.

*******
It is now sunday afternoon.
kids are in a sugar induced coma.
i'm "regrouping"--whatever the hell that means.
big family dinner thang tonight, but it's been a lazy, nice day.
still a bit on the chilly side, but sunny and nice.
and i de-lazi-fied myself and actually dug out the headphones.
listening to some good tunes, skateboarding through cyberspace...(too cold to surf today)
good times.
there's cold air blowing on me, though.
i just realized this is odd, since i turned the furnace on this morning.
yes, it was a nippy 67 degrees so i cranked 'er.
yeah, i'm a huge wuss.
that's what happens when you leave Maine.
anyway.
i guess i better go investigate.
do you know how much freaking energy that will take??
i will have to maximize my windows media player, hit pause, remove my earbuds, stand up, walk out there, look at the thermostat, then while i'm up i'll go use the bathroom....
jeez.
maybe i'll just stay cold.
besides, one of my favorite Green Day songs just started!
it's the one whose opening lines would make the perfect thesis statement for this blog:
do you have the time--to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything all at once?
i am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
yeah, that's me.
heh.
also, anyone out there who i have not IM'ed--first of all, you're missing out, no really ask around. and secondly of all (nice phrase, i know) get your ass onto my list and start giving me more ways to avoid getting out of this chair!!!
it's not even a comfortable chair, that's how lazy i am.
in fact, i think my ass is asleep right now.
but do i want to get up and go find out why my AC is on?
nope.
does it even up my motivation by a hair, that i have to pee like a motherfucker?
nope.
(what, by the way, is distictive about a motherfucker's pee??)
nothing's moving me.
well, i suppose if my phone rang, i would go get it.
but if my doorbell rang?
never.
are you fucking kidding me???
it's sunday.
so that means two things: one, it ain't a delivery, and B. it is most likely one of my fucking nosy neighbors trying to bring me into the slimey green fold of their fungusy organization.
fuck you and your holier than thou attitudes.
fuck you and your compulsory 10% "contributions" from members, most of whom are dirt poor, but give gladly to your multi-billion dollar corporation.
that's right assholes: corporation.
the mormon church has more money than Oprah.
i'd rather let her dunk me in a pool of water and tell me what to do with my life, frankly.
at least she allows masturbation.
and porn.
and drinking.
and sundays off.
wow.
Oprah is so much cooler than the mormon church--i never even noticed before!!!
besides, she was in The Color Purple and Beloved.

ooooh, Fiona Apple!
damn.
i forgot this was on my playlist.
sex-ay.
makes me wanna get up and dance.
ha!
tricked ya.
but i suppose if i'm not careful, something will trick me into just that.
keep your eye on my playlist and warn me, wouldja?
thanks.
oooh, now it's Bush.
i used to love these guys.
saw them once.
good show.
this song is called Swallowed, and of course it makes me giggle.
why do the strangest songs make me horny?
not that one, actually, but here are a few:
*Closer, NIN--like, oh. my. god. horny. can't listen to it at the gym because of its debilitating powers....
*Chemicals Between Us, Bush--yeah.
*Mouth, Bush--seems like slow but powerful is the theme here?
that's all i can think of right now, but there are more.

so what about you all?
what songs just make you want to grab the nearest warm body and do crazy things to it, things that would render you unable to make eye contact after--with anyone--for at least a day?
(or just your favorite lovemakin' song, if you'll excuse my drama?)
and if i get enough good ones, maybe i'll compile a cd and run a real true contest to give it away.
ah, who am i kidding???
that would take organizational skill of which i am no possessor.
but still.
tell me what you love, i want to know!!
even if it's cheesy--i won't laugh at you, i promise.
barry white is pretty damn sexy (can you see oprah's influence over me already??)
bring it on.

okay, fine.
my bladder is bursting.
***
phew, much better.
i am a crazy girl.
and, in an austin powers manner at least, a sexy bitch.

go thee forth and prosper.
(hell no, that's not my new sign off phrase--still working on that, though.)