Happy Halloween!!

So, for the first time in YEARS (like, since highschool, I think) I dressed up for Halloween at work.

As a serial (cereal) killer. I have those personal size boxes of cereal pinned to my shirt with plastic knives stuck in them and "blood" all over the boxes, the knives, and my shirt.

See, I can get away with something so completely dorky because I work in an office full of people 10-25+ years older than me. They all think it's hilarious and clever. Heh heh heh...I'm feelin' pretty good today. Didn't win the costume prize (a girl came dressed as "worked to death" - she has paperclips stuck to her face, binder clips and scraps of paper in her hair, a stamp on her forehead that says "customer service", and phone messages stuck to her front and back - one that reads "sandy, customer called for you, needs you to run check for him, will be here in 5min to pick it up." and stage makeup that makes her look like a zombie - it's great) but who cares? I have $25 to spend at Target - I don't need no stinking prize! Plus, they're letting us go at noon today, which is 1/2 hour earlier than a normal Friday. It's a party in the streets, I tell ya.

I wish you all a safe, happy, and fun Halloween. May there be no razor blades in your candy, and no spit in your beer. Enjoy.

And for fuck's sake - DON'T FUCKEN DRIVE DRUNK!!! There's kids all over the place, man. You don't want it to be the Halloween you never forget for that reason.

Friday's Quote

"THE BEATINGS WILL NOW BEGIN!!" ~ Bill Cosby, Himself

And do I really give a flying fuck at a rolling donut if Bill is not the first person to have said this? Fuck no. And do I really give two shits if it is not, in fact, a "direct" quote because at the time, Bill was relaying a story about what his wife said? Fuck no.

Why?

Because today, everyone I know deserves to get BEAT THE FUCK DOWN.

BEATINGS.

For stupidity, for game playing, for idiocy, for laziness.... I could go on.

And don't get me wrong. I'm not in a bad mood or angry or upset. People just need to get fucking beat, that's all.

Whatchya Lookin' For?

Hey....

So I was checking out my Blogpatrol Stats today, and I see that I'm getting hits via searches for some pretty interesting stuff.

I just want to say....>WELCOME<

Also, if you came here in search of something in particular and didn't find it - feel free to send me an email! I'm a friendly person and I'll be glad to help you out if I can. And if I can't help, I'll tell you so.

And to everyone else that still reads even though I've become a boring chick who hardly ever posts - thanks! You guys are cool.

I swear that it won't be long before I'll have more time to post. I have a lot to say - just no time to say it.

I miss all of your comments and support. Hope all is well with all y'all.

Kisses.

Friday's Quote

Since I'm feeling particularly irritated, frustrated, pissed off at the world, and ready to say FUCK YOU to just about anyone (well anyone at work, anyway), I bring you a lengthy, yet seemingly justified quote from Edward Norton's character in 25th Hour. (If you haven't seen it, it's worth a look in my not-so-humble opinion.)

This, THIS is exactly how I'm feeling right this minute.

Monty Brogan : Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

Friday's Quote

"We're all put to the test... but it never comes in the form or at the point we would prefer, does it?" ~ Charles Morse (played by Anthony Hopkins), in the movie The Edge .