Your car is going to DIE!

I cannot tell you the number of times I have wanted to do this. Some idiot has a car alarm installed but doesn't give a shit about his car enough to actually pay attention when it goes off. Or the shitheads that know their alarm is too sensitive and don't bother to figure out how to change it? Or how about the assholes that don't disconnect the alarm even when they know it is malfunctioning and going off every 10 minutes for 5 minutes at a time? Some people just shouldn't be allowed to have car alarms...

As for the dude that flipped out and shot the car? Well... I guess you can see why Simi Valley has fallen from the top 3 ranking of America's safest cities... It ranks somewhere around 17 last I checked. They are letting the home of Reagan's final resting place slowly go to crap. The disrespectful bastards!

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I'll be taking it a little easy tonight.

Why?

Well I've taken a page out of Dad's book and I'm really hoping it doesn't become a whole chapter. Just before dinner I bent over, put my hands on my knees, and then slowly crumpled to the ground. There was a loud pop and a sharp pain in my lower back. Seems my sacro-iliac joint was none to happy this evening and needed to bring me down with it. Once the pain and tears subsided I was ok. It feels a little iffy now and then so I'm being extra careful.

Good thing I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow!

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Who ever said zoo animals aren't unhappy has never been here (note: you'll have to click on some of the pics to get the full effect)

This guy looks just a little depressed and hopeless

This one is desperate but hasn't quite given up hope yet

The poor bear is in the throws of frustrated desperation

The ostrich is just pissed that people won't leave him be...the constant interruptions make it very difficult to ignore a situation, you know...

I think this one is just feeling a little inadequate

But take heed, they are plotting their escape...And this guy is their plan's mastermind

I don't know about you, but with a leader that evil looking... I'm worried. And if they are successful? Boy are they going to be pissed when they find out that they've got many miles to go before finding anything of interest.

I say they follow the tiger's example...

'haven't you been paying attention guys? It's worse out there than it is in here. Just fuck it ... take a nap. We can always eat the keepers later if we get bored.'

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I've sat here for the past hour trying to post something interesting but my brain is currently a pile of mush. In fact, I feel about as great as this kid looks

I have a comfy bed, I'm going to go use it.
I need a full body massage, can we work out a deal?

I refuse to give in to Wednesday like it's important, I'll be back later and this day will regret ever messing with me.

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Dear NASA,

I know this letter is a little unexpected but I just had to tell you how hurt I am by your continued insensitivity. You never even talk to me anymore. You never ask me how I feel. You just live your life like I don't matter. Well it's time that you realize your decisions and your actions have consequences for those around you.

The launch and return of the Discovery shuttle were historic moments and I missed them because of your insensitivity. Did it even occur to you to ask me about my schedule? If you really loved me you would have. At what point did you stop caring if I could be there to share in your projects? Your behavior makes it very clear where I sit in your life. I remember a time when I was a priority for you and all the promises about how I would always me important - what happened to us?

Thousands of people will always have memories with you that I can never have. I can't even begin to express how terrible that fact makes me feel. Maybe I should just admit that they mean more to you and move on. Have I been lying to myself all this time? I guess you just aren't the government agency that I thought you were.

If you need me I'll be over at State trying to calm down.

<3 Princess

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We needed a quiz to figure this out?

My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

(stolen from everyone...so I'm a lemming sometimes...deal...)

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I just got a phone call from a very soft spoken, speed talking, and seemingly annoyed woman asking if I would be willing to accept an internship in Washington DC. I could not understand what office she was calling from. Finally I figured out where she was referring to and told her I would be willing to since I live there.
But I had to make sure it didn't conflict with my other one so I asked her what time frame she was talking about. She had no idea what I meant. Finally we sorted out that she was referring to the fall. Well slap me silly and call me susan, you're damn right I'd accept an internship for the fall!

and then she said, "ok... we'll be in touch..."

BITCH

UPDATE: They have called 3 times now to confirm if I would be willing to take an internship in DC instead of San Diego. But none of the calls have been to actually offer me a position... AHHH! These chicks are driving me crazy!

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My time at the chiropractor was both heaven and hell on a table. He's a big believer in sports therapy and I couldn't agree more with his tactics. While he did inflict a lot of pain trying putting pinpoint pressure on muscle spasms, he more than made up for it with his massage therapy sessions. It's amazing how great a vibrating powertool can make a girl feel. I'll have to ask him how I can add one like his to my collection...

But I've managed to jack myself up so thoroughly that what should have been a 15 min appointment was an hour long. I have 2 more appointments this week and will be back three times next week. After that, the balance between targeted exercises and adjustments will depend on how much my body has healed. Good thing I found someone relatively convenient to get to.

I called dad to update him on what the chiro said but I didn't get too far... he was driving Lil Bro to urgent care again. Seems Lil Bro was having a dizzy spell and tightness in his chest that made him feel he needed medical attention but he was uncomfortable being behind the wheel.

I'm beginning to feel like I come from some sort of sickly stock... we're all just falling apart left and right! I blame the genes...

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Just when you thought the list had been completed...

I'm stuck wading through insurance claims and laundry before I head downtown to get man handled by my new chiropractor. The only upside to that is that I hopefully will stop waking up in tears from the ache.

What was that I was saying about today being leisurely?

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1 But I'd heard that you LIKE being man-handled...

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As you can see, I was remiss in my duty to provide an entertaining story of my life for you readers today. Why? It is a laundry list of events...

I was up until a wee hour of somewhere between 4 and 5 am last night and did not sleep in enough to compensate.

To begin the day, in the heat of an unforgiving sun, there was an adventure deep in the secret wooded seclusion where many trail was walked, a toy thrown, fetching to be had, an insect to flee, and a thorny scrub brush to be dealt with. Minor cuts and scrapes were received but no battle goes without its wounds.

After returning to the house it was time to attack the car. While bestowed upon me by the kindness of my grandmother and father, the unintentional gifts of dead skin, food crumbs, and animal hair had to go. Armed with wipes, ear plugs, and an overzealous mini vac, I sweated my ass off and cursed the properties black interior.

Next came the half assed garden planted by a roommate. With the lawn looking better I could no longer stand the unkempt appearance of his vegetables in front of the house. I ripped out weed after weed and then restaked the tomato plants that were bent and broken, showing no signs of love. Of course, there were casualties...but their demise was not in vain...green tomatoes were had for dinner.

Following a MUCH needed shower there was grocery shopping. Let me tell you...shopping to restock your pantry after not having done so for about a month can really take it out of you. But I am pleasantly surprised to have gotten home for under $100. Unfortunately that still averaged out to about $18/bag...

As if the unusual performance of actual work weren't enough... I decided to cook dinner instead of just pull together enough sustenance to make my stomach stop growling. Roast pork tenderloin, cheese risotto, and fried green tomatoes. I have never had fried green tomatoes before but I was assured by a genuine southern boy that they tasted just right. Sure, he may just be being nice but I do know a thing or two about how to cook... so they might not hold a candle to Paula Deen... but dammit I wasn't raised in the South so cut me some slack on my learning curve here.

Oh, and I had to program the new thermostat that's been up since Friday because my techno-tarded roommate apparently can't figure out how to fix anything...

Anyhow...it's been a full day... and I'm down for the count... see you tomorrow, my loves... a much more leisurely tomorrow...

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Today is Blogathon 2005 to raise money for charity. Each blogger has chosen which charity they would like their donations to go to and The Bisch has chosen Any Soldier Inc.

Please support our troops by visiting The Bisch and sponsoring him TODAY!

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The following is a real conversation:

Ex: its been a yr since ive seen u right
Me: yeah
Ex: when did we hook up?
Me: what's with all the questions?
Ex: im trying to remember the good times
Ex: ive had a bad day
Ex: trying to keep people stright... JK
Me: isn't it your gf's job to cheer you up then?
Ex: ses still at work
Ex: shes
....
Ex: I swear last i knew u were in Pa (*)
Ex: thats why i asked
Me: nope
Me: apparently you don't remember a whole lot of what it was like to know me
Me: feels real special
Ex: shut up
Ex: i remember ur ass and tits
Ex: and that wonderful smile
Ex: sorry im a in rare mood
Me: k
Ex: u really should send me a pic of u so when im down i can remember more of thoes days when we hooked up and all the fun we had

Why do I even answer IM's from people like this? I know exactly how it is going to turn out every. single. time... I am apparently an emotional masochist with the inability to learn. Maybe that makes me insane too...

* I have NEVER lived in PA...in fact, I have never even visited

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So far no one has expressed an interest in a DC/NoVA blogmeet...

Prove me wrong people... speak up!

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You heard me... no more vacations! Not for my family at least. First there was my vacation troubles in LA last month (no, they aren't resolved yet) and now Dad.

A couple of days ago, while on vacation in Hawaii, Dad threw his back out... I only found out last night because I happened to call my mom to chat about my current medical woes. Mind you, Dad is a fairly healthy guy...goes to the gym... tries to eat well ... and follows most medical advice his docs give him if there is any trouble. He's had some back pain before but the problems were generally kept at bay by specific strengthening exercises given to him by his chiropractor. I guess they weren't enough anymore. In his words, "I thought I was headed to the hospital...I was in real trouble last night." Apparently the muscle spasms were so bad that it caused him some respiratory distress as well. I haven't gotten all of the details from him but a doctor was called to the hotel, he was having trouble breathing, he's been prescribed valium and vicodin, and has been to physical therapy every day since it happened.

So now you see... I hereby decree vacations BANNED in my family.

Now lets just hope Mom and Lil Bro (& GF) can make it home from their camping trip without a vacation fiasco of their own.

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Men have a point...shopping SUCKS... I don't care how cute the outfit or how chic the dress... you're always going to have to deal with the masses of idiot people in the mall, the bimbettes you'd rather shoot than have to listen to, the dumbasses that pass for male youth, and then there's the inevitable 'it says it's my size, so why doesn't my ass fit in these' moment. I'm not even going to talk about how the lighting makes you feel pale enough to shock a colony of albinos.... shopping sucks - end of discussion.

Now that being said... I will never understand why men shirk their responsibility to and abandon their opportunity to accompany their lady in shopping for the most essential of clothing... the perfect panty. Yes, I know...just days ago I expressed my displeasure with impeding the natural flow of the evening breeze... but still - the perfect panty makes for the perfect ensemble and makes a woman feel just how she should for any occasion.

So I have to say it Gentlemen, quit being such pussies when it comes to cradling the one(s) you want. Go pick out something cute she will wear under her work clothes that only you will know about (and can look forward to). Go pick out something she will only wear for the 30 seconds it takes for you to strip to the buff after seeing her in it. Go pick out something sexy for her to wear the next time you take her to dinner. You're not always going to get a say and sometimes she's going to tell you to get your head out of your ass... more than likely you'll catch her at a bad moment when she asks you if you can keep it in your pants for more than 5 minutes.... but when she asks, offer your assistance. Just the shopping alone can create a tingle between the right people...

Just trust me here boys, when your woman feels good in her panties, you're more likely to get them off... so do your part to let her know you like what she's wearing.

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Driving down a popular roadway last night there were cars lined up in both directions as far as the eye could see. They were slowly creeping forward, moving as the traffic lights would allow. It was a typical night of traffic in Northern Virginia...almost...

Traffic in both directions stopped one lane at a time, like traffic had done a reverse wave. Lights were green and no one was moving. No horns were honking. No people yelling. No one even looked angry.

What possibly had the power to make the world come to a complete stand still? A flock of geese. Yes, as in a group of those giant honking birds. All 15 or so of them decided to cross the road, single file, in the middle of rush hour...and not a single one was harmed.

I wish to hell I had a camera with me...when else are you going to see 6 lanes of traffic come to a voluntary stand still? As my companion at the time said, "you know if they'd been people, no one would have even cared."

I feel as though I have witnessed a DC miracle... but it was damn funny regardless of what you want to call it. And by far the most amazing thing I've seen since moving here.

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SWEET! It's my favorite color and everything!

Your Mood Ring is Purple

Sensual Clear mind Purpose is known

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Well it didn't take long for San Diego government to screw up again...this time they are trying to use the new eminent domain ruling to take over Little Italy.

San Diego officials have designated this area of the city as "blighted," and according to the law the city has the authority to use its eminent domain powers for what supporters say is the good of the community.

They aren't trying to confiscate Little Italy for a roadway, or a train station, or even a park...none of it is to be general public use. They want to turn it over to a private firm known for building apartments/townhouses/condos/commercial space. I don't care if those developments are predicted to be good for the community in the long run. Stealing private property to be given to another private owner is just plain wrong, no matter how great you think it will be in the end. There are plenty of people with more money than sense in San Diego, get them to buy areas you want to develop. If the owners don't want to sell, I guess you're screwed. No exceptions. Period.

Go see for yourself the neighborhood they have deemed so unworthy...
A Day in Little Italy It's a unique area of town that San Diego would be worse off for having lost.

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R. U. Serious over at Scared Bunny/Damned If I Know has a reader that says he shouldn't mention anal sex so much or he'll be "known as the anal sex guy on the Internet." Whaa? With all the porn out there? I don't think so... Silly reader!

However, I do agree with him on this...

The more I use the phrase anal sex, the more people forward the link and post comments. Plus, I show up on more interesting Google searches that way.

What I don't agree with is this...

But I was also reminded that if I hope to attract women that I need to not mention it so much.

But really...whether I agree with him or not...I'll read anyone that has dated more psychos and had more bad relationships than I have AND is willing to publically talk about it...

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Researchers are claiming that felines of the world are carnivorous because, due to a genetic defect, they cannot taste sweet flavors.

Can we get these genetic scientists to work on something like this for people? Cuz being able to turn off my sweets gene with a diet pill would make eating healthy so much easier...

I've trained myself out of massive portion sizes, out of liking pizza, out of most sweet drinks, and even out of high doses of chocolate...

Come on, people! I'm doing my part to be beautiful ... science should do theirs too...

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