The Alexandria

The 25 story Alexandria on the Upper West Side of New York City, is full of amazing architectural touches. It is beautiful and ritzy. A one bedroom apartment can go for over a million dollars. Guess who lives there now? Jon Gosselin. Yep. Pretty good for a guy who doesn't like to work. Those kids are so screwed.

Classy lunch

So much for the good china, I'm eating Missouri Muskmelon out of the bag. Hey, they put in in a plastic bag, I'm just reusing it. That's called living green, baby. I'm hip. Mo Muskies are the best, yummy. You can see where I splattered all over the screen. Tough. Computers are meant to be used! I once thought my 'enter' button broke, but, it was just a cigarette butt lodged in the keys. The letters are worn off, so I've sort of learned to real type. I clean it up once in awhile. It is getting pretty skanky now though, maybe tonight I'll clean. I am out of cigarettes and I know no one has sympathy, I don't expect any either, but, I'd be going insane except I found an old pack of stale menthols in a forgotten purse. I don't clean them out either. Good thing. My Mom left town for the first time in years and took my checkbook with her. Not kidding. She went out of town with her little Chinese friend and I am very happy for her, but, she accidentally took my checkbook. She's done this before. A couple of months ago she mistook it for hers and wrote bad checks on me all over town. LMAO! It was quite funny. She doesn't do it on purpose, she just has brain farts, sees a checkbook on the table or desk and her brain tells her to put it in her purse. I'm not mad at all. But, I do want cigs. Oh, well. I checked my cash stash and I have a three dollars in change. I'll just have to wait. D-List says Phyllis Diller is 92! Happy birthday, PD, you are so cute. She's so cute and she isn't a mean bitch like old rag Joan Rivers. Phyllis is sweet and funny.
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Oh, and most people who will claim to be grossed out by my photo and lack of class are just liars...or anal. Who cares? I DO have dishes, I really do. You can even take me out in public without embarrassment. That's a true fact. Why is it that everytime I hear the word "hip" I think of Dean Martin?

Spotting the evil

I have been accused of Devil worship and Satanism many times. It does no good to explain that I don't believe in the Devil. I do believe in pure evil though, I have encountered it. True evil in the spirit world exists, but, for some reason, it's very rare. It is not rare in life, however. I see examples of it nearly every day. I have a net friend who is going through a rough time, someone in her family may be getting ready for the big journey. It's a tough time for those of us who will remain here awhile longer. I was telling her, I remember when my son died and I posted it. I posted it because I am very much a hermit and YOU are who I talk to for the most part. The comments helped me through it. I remember coming back here and finding all the comments and truths and wisdom and energy from all of you and feeding off that. I also remember deleting some bad comments. Comments filled with pure evil. "Your kid died because you worship Satan"...that's one. There weren't many of those, but, it's was so easy for someone outside the grief to hit those keys and hit send. So easy. To feel the kind of grief that one feels when losing a child is not describable to those who have not been through it, but, most people can fathom the edge of it's depths. Who are the people who are able to type such comments in the wake of some one's agony?
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They are the Evil. They are all around you and they hide their true selves. They are the people who make a joke of your beliefs and force theirs on you. They are the people who think gay people are unnatural and will burn. They are the people who think skin color marks intelligence. They are the people who write articles like THIS. They are the very people who claim to be moral. Decent. Better than you. Smarter than you. They claim to have made better choices than you and this makes them superior, they claim. They are well disguised in real life, but, they are all around you. They look normal, they have nice smiles they can use to throw off your evil radar. They are insidious and unrelenting. You must recognize them, make your position known and put up your mental hand. You must not even give them the chance to spew their evil. If they persist, you must fight. You must fight them with every ounce of strength you have. And I intend to. I will not let Evil thrust it's ugly head into my world anymore. They are not right. They are what they claim to hate and fear.
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Is there a Satan? I don't think so, but, I don't know, do I? I know there is Evil. I see it daily. I take comfort now in the fact that I am odd and my beliefs may be odd, but, I am not Evil. I would no more post a mean comment on a grief post than I would torture a puppy to death. It is unthinkable to me. Yet, I am considered bad by those people and they take it upon themselves to right my ways. Why? Evil. There is a biblical discussion going on, on a site that I love. I pass. And I'll wait for it to be over. I read a little today and decided not to open that discussion anymore. It is not my way of thinking, it is theirs and they are enjoying it. I am happy they are. Evil people are never happy for anyone and always quick to get right in there and say "bullshit, you're an idiot" bla bla bla. You know the drill. I guess that's all I have to say, except, watch out for the Evil. It stands right next to you sometimes, smiling. It is a mask. And all you have to do to see what's underneath is NOT accept it.

The Gnome (short fim, part 1)

The Gnome, part2



Good short film. Sometimes you find friends in unexpected ways. Sometimes you have to decide who the Gnome is.

Swamp Witch needs some dog advice

Connie's kids want a dog or puppy, here's her kid's descriptions..

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Dakota aka Kodes: 8 yrs old Intelligent, Loveable, Tornado always busy busy busy high maintenance has Fetal Alcohol Syndrom (FSA), Sensory Integration Disorder (SID), and ADHD. For those who are not familiar with SID many people who have autism may have SID they may not like to be touched or need to be hugged tightly, tags on clothing bother them to the point of freaking out when a tag is seen, Kodes does not have autism but has the type of SID that he needs to be tightly held to the point some think we are hurting him when we are holding his wrist, when he was younger he would run into walls hard to feel the wall (he no longer does this) He is very good with animals he takes very good care with my assistance of his Gerbils I get to clean the cage but he makes sure they have fresh water and food daily and also holds them daily. Dak is all Boy loves sports and playing catch, the dog will have to be able to listen for hours about Nascar and who drives what car may even have to race Dak around the yard for the timed trial thingys that they do, the dog may have to pretend its some famous baseball, basketball, or football player.
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Sierra aka ShayShay aka J-Lo got nothin on your booty...She was suppose to be my Tammy but ended up being my Tommy she will be 2 yrs old in October she's MEAN and will place herself in the corner along with everyone else..she is told when you are able to be good you can come out of the corner to which she will reply Shay Stay Coner. She too loves animals and does a great impression of a puppy. So with her the dog will have to be able to stand with me and other family members in the corner for lengths of time she likes to rough house and can take a knocking down without crying she also loves throwing things so a dog that can play catch with her she would enjoy.
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And here is what SHE thinks..
"Here is the REAL tricky part what MOM wants hahahaha: A smaller dog preferably not over 20 lbs. I have looked at the Havanese breed and they sound very close to what I am wanting, of course I am not a rich woman so my puppy/dog will most likely be rescued from a pound and not an AKC breed. Not to offend anyone but I am not the Chiuahahahahaha lover. I need to be stress free and they make me nervous nor do I think it could handle my lovely 2 children."

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Help her out, people, it's a major decision and a longgggg term responsibility. But Connie can handle it. Dak is her wonderful beautiful adopted son. My advice, don't get the one in the picture. He'll eat your shoes and a bus and he definitely looks like a dog I'D end up with. But, he's cute, isn't he?

Watermelons in the corn

Found a bunch of them today. It' hard to get in there, but, they're there. Lots of them, all sizes.

Rat cushions

I ripped the stupid shoulder pads out of an old shirt and I gave them to BeeBee. She loved them! She decorated her hammock with one and tore the other one to sheds. She was so happy with them. Now I have to start looking for more. She just loves junk. I have to keep an eye on her, she's a hoarder too. You should see the fuss she makes when I throw it all away.

A day in the life of a big bad biker

It's like Ozzy and Harriet are back. Golly gee.

Back together..for the kids, cough

KuntFace obsessively yanking out the dog's hair and Dumbo showing off his hairy pale feed bag. Why does he keep doing that? Gawd, that's fug. His hair plugs fell out. Why in fuck don't they use their backyard?????

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Who the fuck has 30 secluded acres and a private pool and hangs out in the driveway??? Attention whores. White trash idiots. Nice tits, Cankles. Have you thanked your kids for them?

Video experiment

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Fuck you blogger...you're corrupt. Any advice?

This morning

There's Avery coming over to get her morning massage. She's the only cat I have anything to do with because she was my son's cat..then she became my brother's cat and since he left, she eats at mom's but comes here for attention. She gets hair in my coffee, but, I put up with her. The rest of them can kiss my ass.

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She's spayed. They're all fixed...if we can catch them.

Say bye bye

Lissa and her mom saying goodbye to a kitten that found a new home. I don't know why Lissa always has to say goodbye. Why can't they just spay their cat? Oh, well, bigger fish to fry. She was only heartbroken for 10 minutes. I would have cried for days at that age. Lis is harder than I was. Good thing. I like that photo of them.