I had every intention of going to the 6 p.m. service @ church tonight … that is until about 5:25 p.m. The thought of getting off the couch seems daunting letting alone driving. And to be honest I probably would be a danger to myself and others on the road as, despite a whopping 6 hours of sleep today, I feel like I’ve been popping Ambien left and right. So once I can form coherent thoughts and focus, I will meditate for the week ahead but I don’t think I’m going to get too stressed out at my parents.
Buuuuuut at the ripe ol’ age of 32 I am scared to tell my parents I am getting a tattoo. ROFL. I found a few designs I like … I decided to get the tattoo on my lower back but above my waistline. I don’t want no tramp stamp. 
Rest assured there will be pictures … a few people have requested immediate photos by txt message so if you want on the list, let me know!
I read a MySpace bulletin that Sodapop sent out and I was nearly in tears myself reading about how she called herself a “hysterical basket case” near the end of the Blogathon. I was the same way. OMG. I swear I can’t remember being that tired ever. The funniest thing was watching everyone on cam. I finally turned mine off b/c I kept sinking lower and lower on the couch. Soda at one point dunked her head under the faucet to wake up. Chatty was sitting in darkness, lolling about. Tense Teacher was staring off into space. And Kentucky Gurl who might I add was just HANGING OUT WITH US ALL NIGHT — SHE COULD HAVE GONE TO BED! — was entertaining us all by wearing a variety of different hats, including a fez, and glasses. I know there was more insanity, I just can’t remember. I’m sure I’ll be remembering bits and pieces for years to come.
OMFG y’all I think I have a stalker in Bill. Seriously. He left me at least 3 MySpace comments since last night, maybe more, left a shitload of comments on my Blogathon blog, wrote some crazy ass blog himself on his MySpace page, sent me I don’t know how many txts, called a few times … I was finally like, look, I’ve been asleep most of the day, I’m exhausted, I just need some time to myself. And then he replies back yapping about how he’s had such a bad day wondering if we’re ok. BACK THE FUCK OFF. OMG I got so mad at him last night when he kept trying to fondle my boobie and I was finally like, you’re not gettin’ any, I’m too tired … and then he KEPT FONDLING MY BOOBIE! Like I was going to change my mind. OMFG. And believe me I was not in a coy, oh-I-bet-you-can-convince-me mood. No, I was sitting on the couch, knees to my chest, arms around my knees, fully curled in upon myself lol position. So yeah fuck this shit. He’s way too fucking serious. And of course now that this has happened twice in two months I have to take a look at myself to see what my part in this is. Fuck me. SO NOT IN THE MOOD FOR SELF REFLECTION!
/rant.
If you’d like to read my descent into insanity, I mean awesomeness, go here.
As a treat, I bought myself a t-shirt and mug.
I was never so glad to go to sleep as I was this morning. My head hit the pillow about 9:01 a.m. and I was asleep a few minutes later. I woke up a couple times but slept pretty well until my alarm went off at 1:30 p.m. I’m kinda groggy now … I’m sure I’ll feel better once I hop in the shower.
It’s after 4 a.m. … just have to make it until 9 … I have on VH1 and they actually are showing videos, but videos from like 2 years ago. Not so much.
Bill came over tonight. I kicked him out about 10:15. You know, I just got sick of hearing the same shit over and over again about how great I am, how great “we” are, etc. etc. etc. For one, that shit loses it’s meaning when it’s repeated for the 87th time. For another, he hasn’t even known me a week. And of course y’all know I went through this shit not even two months ago with mutherfucker. What’s with these guys who immediately think I’m the greatest thing ever? I don’t want a fucking insta-relationship. It’s one thing to hang out. It’s another to talk about love and all that shit. Well, I guess not, because I was cool with it before, just not this time around.
Hmmm what else? I don’t know. Difficult to form sentences. I took a shower about 30 minutes ago. It helped but damn this couch is fricking comfy and I just want to nap. Just for a minute. Or 300. LOL
My alarm is set for 8:30 a.m. I have a case of Diet Mountain Dew, lots of water, a bag of Red Vines, fruit, popcorn and other assorted goodies (ok a box of Little Debby zebra cakes too). I have a rough idea of what I’m going to post about … and I feel like I have no fucking idea what I am in for … that’s right, folks, it’s Blogathon Eve! I think my donations total $180 which is awesome. About $175 more than I expected. LOL
Soooooooo Bill came over last night about 8. About 8:05 we were making out. I even frickin’ missed BB. Eventually we made our way to the bedroom … and I was a happy girl. Then … we went to sleep … and he fucking snored like a motherfucker. OMG. I was lying there, like, no fucking way is this happening. It was instantaneous, like he was talking one minute, and then the next a motherfucking buzz saw was next to my head. To top it off, he was super cuddly. All you cuddlers, STFU. When I sleep, I want to sleep. Don’t throw your arm, leg or any other body part over me. Sigh.
He is a really sweet guy though. He’s coming over tomorrow evening to hang out with me. But I will be sleeping alone once 9:01 a.m. Sunday hits.
In other news … I made an appointment to get my tattoo …
I spent another 2 hrs., 45 min. on the phone with Bill tonight. We have tentative plans for dinner tomorrow. I have a hair appt at 5 p.m., so Miss Amber will be able to make me look all fabulous and shit; I’ll bring a trampy shirt and gussy up at the salon. Bill continues to intrigue me … needless to say I am looking forward to tomorrow. He may come over during the Blogathon; I warned him though that y’all will know about it and I’ll have to put him on the webcam so everyone can pass judgment. After I got off the phone, I got myself laughing, thinking about Laci, Sodapop, Chatty and the other Blogathoners blasting me with air horns or something to make sure I was sticking to the task at hand … i.e. the Blogathon.
I was insanely productive at work today. Bill sent me some txts but not of the obsessive quantity that came from Jason. Speaking of, his friend Brian sent out a MySpace bulletin that he and his ex/current/whatever are pregnan. I sent him a congratulatory e-mail. I looked at Jason’s MySpace page and I was just like, huh. Like that all seems so long ago when it’s been barely a month. Oh well, the circle of life, y’all. LOL
I sent my father the following e-mail:
So Mom already shot me down due to the remodeling, although I pointed out it was a bit tacky that I was doing this blogathon in honor of HER MOTHER and she wouldn’t commit to anything.
Can I put you down for $20? That’s what my coworker gave me (her father-in-law has Parkinsons) … and she’s pregnant and her husband is like an artistic blacksmith or something like that. Not that I’m trying to guilt you or anything. … but that will put me at $100. 
Thanks Daddy
He fucking better pony up the cash. Sheesh.
Speaking of the Blogathon, I bought a 24-pack of Diet Mountain Dew at Super Wal-Mart tonight. I also bought a package of Little Debby orange cupcakes but fuck, they’re good. I may have to lock them up so I have some left Saturday! I’m also going to take my laptop over to Panera Thursday night to make sure I can pick up their wifi signal … that way I can at least get out of the house some Saturday.
Ooh here we go. I’m such a late-in-life Daddy’s Girl LOL:
Hey Girl: Of course you can put me down for $20.
Take care. Love, Dad
I am trying to start a bidding war for blogathon donations but so far it’s not working. If you’ll recall, NYC Watchdog wanted me to post a video clip, back in the Easter Candy Wednesday days, of me eating a Cadbury egg out of my cleavage. Mr. Fabulous backed him up. At the time I declined. Now, I told them both that the biggest donor will get a clip of that (well, not a Cadbury egg because it’s July, but something) … but no response from either. WTF? A girl can’t even give away T&A these days????
I went out to my car to get the detergent and fabric softener I left in the trunk plus check for mail. That took what, two minutes? Add in a brief chit-chat with a neighbor and those few minutes under the blazing sun left me … glowing. WTF? I swear I never used to be like this. It’s not my weight because I wasn’t like this last summer. Maybe the thyroid medicine is finally kicking in and knocked from being always cold to toasty. Regardless, it sucks.
So. I’ve decided I’m going to church tomorrow. I’ve been neglecting my spiritual side for too long. I must admit, though, that the thought of going to a church by myself freakin’ terrifies me. I have two that I want to try, one a Methodist church nearby, and then also my friend’s church downtown. Hopefully this Methodist church isn’t too … oh, what’s the word? … modern. I don’t like seeing PowerPoint presentations during services … and the music at some of the churches I’ve been to makes me cringe. Like, it’s a hymn, stop trying to pretend it’s a frickin’ rock song and just sing it like it was meant to be sung. There have to be women in leadership positions (not just childcare). No anti-this, anti-that rhetoric. I don’t want to sit and listen about how so and so is going to hell. Inclusive language also is a must.
Do I sound like I’m trying to talk myself out of this? LOL
You’d think that the heat would make the cats want to chill, but nope they want to be RIGHT ON TOP OF ME. Last night I had some friends over and one remarked that Mr. Man is never far from me. At that time, the kitty was on the couch cushion behind me, with his paw on my shoulder. Mr. Man ignored me those two days I was really upset but ever since then he’s been my little buddy. Reggie is the opposite; he was my constant companion, day and night, when I was upset, but now while he may be in the same general area as me, he’s much less likely to scooch right up next to me. Except when he wants his butt scratched.
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Laci pointed out the wisdom of having a totally separate blog for the Blogathon … this way I can pimp for donations from people I wouldn’t want within 10 virtual feet of this site. 
Visit me at my Blogathon site.
The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research.
The foundation has 4-star rating on Charity Navigator.
To date, The Michael J. Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research has funded over $92 million in research, either directly or through partnerships. 84 percent of all money donated to the Foundation has been allocated directly to research grants. It is a 501(c)(3) organization.
Starting at 9 a.m. on July 28, I’ll be blogging twice an hour for 24 hours to raise money for research into a cure for Parkinson’s. Any and all donations will be appreciated. In the sidebar, I’ll also be listing links to friends who also are participating in this year’s Blogathon. Donations of Diet Mountain Dew and Twizzlers also will be appreciated; I’ll need the caffeine and sugar to stay awake.
EDITED TO ADD: All donors will be able to ask me a question, if you so choose, that I will answer honestly … I will probably live to regret this but I need to come up with 48 posts!
