Well, its Thanksgiving… On the radio I was listening to Big D and Bubba (yeah, my parents listen to that country stuff). They were asking callers to call in and tell everyone what they are thankful for. Well, ofcourse you heard the generic “Im thankful for my family, my friends, my husband, and my good health.” But we also heard a story about a woman who had to have a kidney transplant, and the mother donated her kidney to help her daughter. Now, who could beat that?! Well, if you think down deep, I bet we all have a sob story like that. Ok, maybe not so… surgical as that one, but a heartfelt story none-the-less.

Now, ofcourse, as we all are, Im thankful for my parents… Yes, both sets. What I mean is my real mom (I miss you, mommy!) and birth dad (whom Ive never met, btw) and ofcourse my grandparents who adopted me at the age of 2 months and are the most loving, yet caring, parents in the world. I lvoe them to death. But why would I be thankful for my birth parents? Well, I was too sick at birth for my real mother to take care of. Her name was, and is, DOnna Marie Rhyne. I lvoe her SO much, and when she passed away in a traffic accident when I was 8, I was devastated. Ive never really been the same. ANyways, as for my birth dad… Well, though the bastard ran away at my birth, I kinda have to be thankful for him, too. Not in the “I love him” sense, but more like the “I thank you for giving up your seed to let me be born,” kind of way. I dont know the story behind my birth. I know Im a bastard child, and whether that involved rape or just my dad not being able mentally to care for a child, IDK. And I kinda want to know, but thats ok if I dont. Ive went 20 years not knowing, and it can stay that way, ya know? But my grandparents are amazing creatures… I wouldnt be who I am without them. THey took me in like I was their own, and raised me to be the person I am today. Now, ofcourse, some of the things ive done has been out of their control, but they taught me how to forgive myself and others, and insodoing, begin the transition to love instead of hate like I had of the world.

Anyways, the next thing Im thankful for… Im thankful for the remembrance of love I have. True, romance has been rocky for me; but I do thank Nathan, Justin, and ofcourse Joseph for teaching me what a relationship was NOT supposed to be like. Now, I know, and I can see it in… well, in Joe. There, I dont think I’ve said his name in a blog yet, so as to not jinx myself… but damn it, away with superstition. Im so… DAMN thankful hes come into my life, and I hope hes the same way. Right now, hes my world. My light. I want him to love me and be passionate just as much as I am for him. He needs his time to adjust, but I think he feels the same way deep down.

Anyways, the last major thing Im thankful for… is my friends. My TRUE friends. The ones that would do anything for me, and Id do anything for them. Not the fake friends. ive had PLENTY of those. BUt the real ones… You know who you are.

Tony McCaldon: “I love playing people and getting their sympathy vote”

I want to share Emma’s story with you. Emma is a lovely, caring and sweet girl. Not to mention she is incredibly talented and she’s the lead singer in The DeeDooDahs. She is so much fun! I’ve known Emma for a year. And we can spend a night in chain-smoking and read our tarots and gossip about boys, or have a messy night out, it doesn’t matter with Emma, because she is always fun to be around! She is one of my closest friends in Liverpool and she’s one of my dear housemates.

But lately Emma’s not quite been herself. You see, she was in a long on-and-off relationship with this guy Dave. And unfortuneatly, when I left for Norway this summer, they were off. But this time it was for good! Emma was very upset, and she went out a lot, as we all do, to take her mind of things. She knew she shouldn’t get involved with anyone else so soon after Dave, and she needed some time alone, and she seemed to have made peace with that.

And then came Tony. Tony McCaldon. He was perfect. Such a charmer! She saw him on stage in a club in Liverpool called Heebie Jeebies, and she just knew straight away that she simply had to get to know this guy. After the gig he was swarmed by women, and she just though ‘fuck it’ and went out. After all, if it’s mean to be, it will be, right?

She met him again, and this time they got talking and went for a drink. Of course, after not spending that much time together, they became a couple. He had a gorgeous voice, and sung the kind of songs Emma loves. They were on stage together. He encouraged her own music, and he called her his girl in front of all his and her friends. He told her he loved her only after a week and he praised her. She thought it was way too intense and she wasn’t really ready for anything that serious! But they spent every night together, and they were like the perfect couple that you would just dream of being a part of. He filled her head with things like how he had never felt the same about anyone, and how gorgeous Emma is, and how much she meant to him. The spent six very intense weeks together, and even though Emma didn’t want anything that serious at first, she was completely caught up in it all.

From time to time, when drunk or fucked up on drugs, his friends would say weird things about him. Like he’s a liar, and he’s a cunt and all horrible things! Emma stood up for him, and took sympathy in the fact that his friends were so unsupportive of poor Tony.

However…. After six weeks…. Emma, me, Lydia and Tony were out. We were all going to Baa Bar, and Tony would catch up with us in like 20 minutes. Either way he said if he couldn’t find her later, they’d meet up at our house. He never did. Emma lied awake till 8 in the morning waiting for him, and worrying that he might lie in the gutter somewhere. Or he’d been attacked. Or he’d … you know. The usual list of terrible things.

It’s been about two months now. She never heard from Tony again. She’s seen him a few times. First time she saw him after, he was completely cool and noncholant, and like “how are you babe?” and stuff. But when she started asking questions, he called her a psycho. And all other horrible things. She met him on Halloween. He called her my girl again.

It’s like he keeps hurting her only to pick her up a little bit, give her a little more of sweet sugar-coated false hope.

He has a new girlfriend now. And reliable sources who formerly called him a liar to Emma’s face, can reveal that he in fact is a liar. He does this all the time. At one point during their intense relationship, he told her his guitar was robbed, and he was scared of showing up to his gig, so he went out of Emma instead. He was scared of disappointing them. Later that night, he cried because his guitar was robbed. He was so distressed! But that was a lie. Someone even bought him a new guitar because they felt sorry for him. He’s now got two. He lies all the time and twists everything to his advantage. He has no regard at all for other people’s feelings.

He hasn’t spoke to his mum in eight months (that proved to be a lie), he lives with his nan whom he hardly speaks to either. His ex girlfriend tried to stab him (or was that a lie? Though I can easily see why she would do that.), he does drugs, first thing he does in the morning is open a can of beer. He is a very sad individual, but a dangerous one. He also steals from his friends. Don’t ever get caught up in his web of lies. It will torment you.

It has taken Emma two months to get to the bottom of this. She has not been herself. It has been very sad standing by and watching how it has changed her and tormented her. He filled her head with sweet lies and then dropped her out of the blue.

It has become apperant that he is the psycho. He needs help. He should get therapy and go to rehab. He doesn’t have a decent job, all he does is gigs, and he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.

If you ever come across this guy, run fast in the opposite direction before he can open his mouth.

His new girl should watch out. Nothing he says is the truth. All he says is to get sympathy and attention.

Hopefully dear Emma can move on now. And if I ever see his face again, he should be the one to run. Or so help me god… he will be in for the battering of his lifetime.

I’ve wanted to do this blog of really cheesy band promo photos for some time. I had a free afternoon and decided to get started. (I Googled the concept, just to be safe.)

This bastard beat me to it. By about a month.

Bad Band Photos

Thing is, I would have done soooo much better! (Insert non-ironic whining noise, pouty face and injured air) I mean, he’s updated ONCE in the last month. You should have to submit a proposal before stealing a coveted domain name like that.

Bastard.

My dream of combing mockery, photography and music — three things I adore — are thus forever dashed.

I moved to the unknown, and for some strange reason, my fears were heightened and then were quelled.

I split up with what I thought was the love of my life after week one. Yes, it happened, the boyfriend I’d mentioned, the one that pestered me to write on this thing turned out to be a bastard, and I’m thankful for that.

I’ve met someone new. A boy who’s turned my confidence and my life round. He’s given me everything and I in return have given it back. Two months ago he was a stranger, and now he’s the most important person in my future. Strange, isn’t it, how life turns around.

The course is interesting, bus challenging. I’m currently writing about Marxist literary theory, alongside Austen, Blake and Poe. Referencing turned out to be a bugger, but now it’s the matter of reading and immersing yourself in what seems an alternate reality. English somehow does that to you..

London is a beautiful place, my life is where I want it to be, my fears have been quelled, and the future looks bright.

If you think that the homeless deserve any special protection or are people too, stop reading now.

Now, with that said:

FUCK THE HOMELESS

Why, you may ask, are the homeless so shit?

Well, let’s see. Today, I was grabbing a reconstituted pile of shit burger, get my change from a tenner. It’s real fucking windy, and this £5 note goes FWOOSH, almost over a building.

Yeah, that windy.

So, I go after it, because there’s no way in hell I’m losing £5 over a fucking burger. It starts to come back down to earth, I run after it, and as it lands, some fucking homeless cunt swoops in and grabs it.

WHAT.

THE.

FUCK.

I don’t care if you’re fucking homeless, if you have AIDS and cancer at once, or if you’re a Nigerian king, you do not swoop in front of me and steal my money in plain fucking sight.

So, I demand my shit back from the homeless twat, and just snatch it off him anyway. So yeah, I won in the end, but what’s the real issue here?

Why should I give anything to homeless people? Usually I’d give them a quid or something because I feel the need to pretend that I actually care about the rest of the world (trufax: I don’t), but now, fuck that shit. You try and steal my money? I won’t give you fucking shit. Well, y’know, maybe I’ll give you my shit. You deserve it more than my toilet.

So, what to do about the homeless? Here’s my action plan regarding the homeless problem, and I think you’ll like it:

Solution to the homeless problem: KILL THE HOMELESS.

That’s right, I said it. Kill them all. Who gives a shit? Are they ever going to make a difference in the world?

No.

Kill the lot of them, then they won’t steal your fiver, give it back to you, then beg it off you again.

Let’s just repeat that:

Kill the homeless. Please.

If you read what Abu Azami is blabbering it sounds like this is start of disintegration on the basis of spoken language and caste..
To woo votes for a particular religon this idiot is gabbling on Babri masjid and hindi and religon.
Rats like him is the shit in india which will lead india to horrific annihilation..
We all want to and now almost forgetting turbulent past of early 90s.. and this pig is reviving old wound..

The convicted goon in 92 bomb blasts wins the parliamentary seat and makes speaches in public… This can happen only in India..

If you get a chance move away from India.. save yourself..

Band:  Municipal Waste
Album: Hazardous Mutation
Song:  Unleash The Bastard

Copyright (c)  (Earache) (2005)
Version 1.0 - (03/10/05)

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No, it's not Santa

Now it is reported that Rontzki has told military students to show no mercy when fighting the enemy – that he who does is dammed.

“Cursed be he that doeth the work of the Lord with a slack hand, and cursed be he that keepeth back his sword from blood,”

In my morning trawl of news from around the world I sometimes come across items that I find so ‘wrong’ I am tempted to forego my normal mild-mannered, good humoured nature and give vent to a rant. This is one such story. Truth is though, that I can’t be bothered. That religious leaders/zealots (of any faith) find it so easy to justify/encourage violent acts against fellow humans is something I find deeply depressing !!!

Equally depressing is the knowledge that no rant of mine is going to change the opinions of ‘men of God’ such as Rabbi Rontski. So no rant, but I’m sure you can form your own opinion about what I think of rabble-rousing Rabbi Ronski.

Source . . .

Fate un giro qui, per vedere gli altri prodotti Bastard, magari trovate una bella t.shirt da far diventare un vestitino o bla bla bla!!! Intanto che sbirciate nel sito, ascoltate questo pezzo di Adam Green e, date un’occhiata  anche il suo sito che è  molto carino!

A former lover, whom I’ll call Evan, offered to fly me across the world to visit today.  He actually offered to fly me to several places. Evan’s rich, apparently.  I just thought he was a bit of a pompous asshole, but it turns out he comes by it naturally and it was bred into him.  I almost said yes.  What an adventure that would be, right?  Jet-setting a middle class American to all the international metropolitan fuckspots.  But that’s the problem.  He’s a spoiled brat, and I don’t know if I’d be able to handle him long enough to even survive a short layover in one of his cities. He’d expect something immediately after I got off the plane. The last time we were together, we were in the executive suite of a major hotel and he was ordering me everything on the breakfast menu. He may sound like he’s some old, wrinkly bastard by now, but he’s actually under 30. I’ll put it this way – he didn’t make his money. Other than that endeavor making me feel like a prostitute, I think I’m in love with another guy, who I’ll call Greg. Or at least, I thought I was. That is, until two days ago when a bit of a cloud started gathering above all our conversations. I think he’s still fucking other women, but who am I to bring that up?  What a nag that would make me.  Plus, how am I supposed to settle down if I can’t keep the drama out of my life long enough to even get seriously involved with someone? Maybe that’s why all the married people look like they got duped. But then again, the people dumb enough to jetset for a booty call seem even stupider.  Maybe I’m the idiot for sleeping with these guys in the first place.

This has absolutely nothing to do with family, but I don’t think I can sleep tonight until I get your answer.

It’s going to be a long night for me, isn’t it?

Do you remember, January 3rd you said you didn’t like winter.

I replied, “Winter’s already here, spring can’t be far behind.”

But you selfish bastard, you took spring away without a warning

And left all the rest of us making angels in the 6ft deep snow;

With our tears as the only decoration.

And when the leaves begin to fall,

I put on the dress you gave me 2 summers ago

And I dance.

I dance with the leaves around me.

I dance with what’s left of you.

I dance until everything becomes blurry in front of me.

And as I dance, I feel you slipping through my fingers.

I call your name but you’re already gone…

(written: 27th October 2009)

What the fuck do I have to do to get an egg that’s cooked correctly? You’ve got people in the back there who do this shit for a living, and they can’t scramble an egg? You put it in a pan and apply heat until it’s solid. But I always get the runny whites all over my plate, contaminating everything I was gonna eat. Not only am I skipping out on the bill, I’m hunting down every last one of you bastards and serving your eyeballs to your mothers, sunny side up.

And if it’s not runny eggs, it’s undercooked fried chicken or instant grits and potatoes. Why am I paying for meals that are infinitely inferior to the things my husband puts on the table? True, he did study under Julia Child – and by under, I mean literally under, lapping the buttery dribbles from her thighs – but it’s not unrealistic to expect something edible from the twats at O’ Charley’s. Half their shit is shipped in anyway. Microwaving a frozen container of mushrooms is not brain surgery.

A guy with an IQ of 40 could do better than these assholes. Mostly because true morons take direction well and work best with repetition. But the actual salad wranglers are disgruntled former gas station workers who live on pot and Waffle House and shit herpes. They spend too much time thinking about how fame and fortune were cruelly torn from their grasp, and too little time paying attention to my fucking steak. I said medium, you pus-glossed taint beard!

I know what you’re thinking. There’s nothing we can do. We’re at the  mercy of the invisible force of incompetence sweating all over our pasta in the back room. Well, I say we stand and fight! We rush the kitchen, taking the flat-top jockies by surprise. Grab any implement that’s handy and swing it wildly, flinging shreds of tenderized twenty-somethings into the deep fryers. Once the slaughter is complete, we will replace the staff with shaved orangutans. Why orangutans? Two reasons: 1. Being able to reheat baked potatoes is a real skill for an ape. 2. They don’t rape the waitresses behind the grease vats as much.

I think we can all look forward to a satisfying dining experience once the revolution is complete. No more runny eggs. No more overcooked broccoli. No more won ton soup with only two won tons in it because some cock-gargler can’t use a fucking ladle. Restaurants will be what the god monster intended: all the enjoyment of a home-cooked meal without the dishes. That way, you can get to the butt sex a lot quicker.

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(quanto mi amate adesso da 1 a 10? Potete comunicarmelo sul mio C/C comodamente da casa…  E mi raccomando: siate generosi con i.. ehm… complimenti

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hahaha.
the original award-show-interruption done by ODB at the 1998 Grammy awards.
Wu tang is for the children, ya know what i mean?!

How “sunny came home” won best song of the year is beyond me?

Well I am signed up for this crazy thing where you write 50,000 words in a month, and instead of writing I have spent most of my time looking for a windows version of what my NaNo buddies (including Ms. Competing Blogger) claim is the best writing tool around: Scrivener. So far I am making do with Notepad++’s full-screen mode and it seems to be okay, but it lacks that ever-important polish. Which I suppose I can live without, seeing as Scrivener’s effective price-tag is $1038.95.

Still, my 50,000 words are in collaboration with the aforementioned Suburban Homeboy – the backstory to our combined efforts: A man is married to a woman, and he fathers a bastard. Trying to strike a balance between appeasing her, atoning for his carnal sin, and not turfing the bastard out onto the streets, he plans to bring the baby into their home when it is born. In anger she mothers a bastard – to his brother, the less principled of the two. Now, he doesn’t know she’s done it with his brother: all he knows is one more bastard. Fair’s fair, and so they have two kids of their own as well as the two bastards.

My story focuses on the life of the female bastard, daughter of the man, got by an irrelevant but comely woman. Homeboy’s story focuses on the life of the male bastard, got by the wife and the husband’s brother. They go their separate ways but have run-ins and crossovers. It’s exciting! And I would write it if I wasn’t so busy with Borderlands. Which, by the by, I should review sometime soon.

ok i do not feel like blogging right now but for the sake of consistency. haha

TODAY i had the biggest complaint-miami, has bad customer service skills!

If there is one thing that i dislike is a person who doesn’t take pride in their work! i was a waitress and regardless of my aching feet-my tired body-my horrible day my customers didn’t know that!

So here’s the story, to start off the day me and my friend were in the mood to have a mcgriddle. i know i know itsn’t that horrible? i didn’t know why i wanted one but she wanted one too so we rushed to mcdonalds before going to take my exam. Breakfast ends at 10:30am and i was joking with my friend about doing stand up comedy about always rushing to mcdonalds but never getting there on time!…ok…after this it just wasn’t funny because it happens here all the time! So we get there like at 10:15am …still time right? WRONG!!! mcdonalds closed their lines changed their menus and said umm sorry no breakfast we end at 10:30am. our reaction “are you kidding me?!” It wasn’t the fact that i was being a total fatty and wanted my food but they were totally rude about it to which i’m saying “who eats a freakin big mac at 10:30am?!!!!! i want breakfast like a normal person!!” haha. i know i know…im nuts.

But am i the only one who feels like this? NO! last week a man shot a lady in the knees because they decided to close 20 minutes early and refused to serve the man his dinner-so he got so mad at this ladies attitude and unwillingness to help that he shot her in the knees. I know, that a bit overbored but you know…never mess with a mans food. I’ve learned that over the years, NEVER MESS WITH A MANS DINNER OR WHEN HE’S HUNGRY DON’T DISCUSS BILLS!…thats some life saving information right there haha.

So i said “forget it mcdonalds you totally suck!!!” i go to the school where im supposed to take my nursing exam and they were TOTALLY unprofessional. And im a super calm person, my friend i think wanted to shoot down everyone (right desi?? haha) I was calm! being nice! but they were sooooooooooooooooooo bad at customer service they bounced me around and didn’t know information about their own college!…..THE DIRECTOR WHO OVERSEES THE NURSING DEPARTMENT! i mean it was ridiculous im like “do people just study and then get a job and eat crap there? do brains shut off once you get to the top?”

I know this isn’t the case with all people but after living here so many years i can honestly say MIAMI HAS NO CUSTOMER SERVICE SKILLS! people are rude, most waiters are serving you food like they are volunteers there rather than employees. you get attitude if you ask a question its like your imposing on people. today was a totally ridiculous day!

i truly dont enjoy half assed employees or half assed work….i can be nice but come on people seriously??

anyways, i dont let things like this ruin my day but i just had to comment on this-if you hate your job..hate it but dont barf on your customers or clients-its NOT their fault and try being a little oh i dont know..more customer service oriented haha..

love ya guys!

love and peaches!