Why Is She Walking Funny: A Samhain Party Story
Last night was Part 1 of the BekaBug Samhain Extravaganza 2005.
I made Daisey, Grim, Hugo, Dub, and myself cauldrons filled with mini playdoughs, glo sticks, candy, and a little tombstone…thingie. Schweee ^_^ I felt very proud of myself.
Then, Grim had to go and raise the gifting bar SO high that I am now staring at a very daunting Yule present task. For it must be ENLIGHTENING in the vastness of it’s cool.
Grim gave me my very own bottle of Absinthe imported from the Czech Republic. Grim, you shouldn’t have.
I’m giddy just thinking about it.
I can’t wait to drink some.
Holy Fuck Beans.
We watched Saw. I am going to liken it to being as close to getting emotionally raped as you can get and not be able to have someone thrown in jail.
Can’t wait to see the sequel. Might have to do that soon. Still haven’t seen corpse bride either. Hrmm… MOVIE DAY!
Party Party
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esterday was the American Legion Riders Benefit & Wet T-Shirt Contest.
Daisey entered, along with 3 other sluts. She placed 4th, of course, cause she wasn’t about to show her tits and bump and grind and be generally disgusting. I am so proud of her! ^_^
We had a good time, crowd turn out wasn’t spectacular because this was the first year and there was some big outdoor concert going on at some lake campground that all the bikers went too.
Since Hugo and I are members of the Riders we had to show up all sexed out. Hugo did not disappoint. He wore black jeans, black tshirt, leather vest, and his leather bike boots. Oh. My. Lord.
I wore my spikes, my marvel of engineering pushup bra, fishnet shirt, tight bondage pants, and my sleeveless skull hoodie.
We were hot.
Good Lady, I need a tan.
I was having a really great time until Miss Riders decided to climb all over my boyfriend. She was showing him her tits and rubbing her hands up and down his chest and then…she shimmied down the length of him and put her face in his crotch.
Hugo never touched her because if he had, I’d have gotten up. She was just a drunk slut and he was trying not to embarass her anymore than she already had done for herself.
I refrained from treating her to the reality check she deserved because from across the room 3 biker men could see a Heated Bitch glaring at a bitch in heat. There was also a camera rolling and we were surrounded by Hugo’s friends and I didn’t want to make a scene. My biker friends pulled her off my Hugo, though I never got to thank them. Who swiftly walked across the room and was all O_O Oh God. He sat down with me and explained that she was totally obliterated and I informed him that no, she was just a trashy whore.
But I digress. Did I mention I had a great time?
Next year my goal is for Daisey and I to win the contest…after my $2000 boob job and 15 hours a week at the gym for the next 52 weeks. If for nothing else, than to prove that you can be a slut and win a wet t-shirt contest and still be able to hold your shit together and act like a “lady”.
Here goes.
i’m too pissed to think of one
Today I got Angry. Angry enough to make someone elses day bad. Angry enough to hurt myself. Angry enough to really lose it.
Except that I didn’t. I don’t know whether to be proud of myself for having a modicum of control over my emotions or to be angry that I didn’t let it run wild and free.
I have a tendency to let things fester…until they pop and get all over everyone.
The collections agency for Blount Memorial Hospital called me while I was at the bank. Great timing.
I was trying to do two things at once…get this bastard off my ass and get out of the bank.
I told him now was not a good time and that I would call back. They get $100 every two months. “Why can’t you send us $50/month?” Because fuck head, I don’t goddamn want to. “Bye. ::click::”
How DARE they. Honestly. The county hospital builds this massive Cancer Center that cost millions, I’m sure, while people go without medical care. While they hound people for money. As an aside, if you have cancer that bad, go to Knoxville and don’t let the hillbillies work on you.
I was there for 4 hours. Most of it was me laying on my back in a hospital bed in a hallway. I got an ultrasound, a pregnancy test, and a pelvic exam. I got charged for 3 cotton swabs and a plastic speculum, which were the only things that were “used”.
I didn’t need my brains shoved back into my skull. I needed someone to tell me why 3 hours before it felt like my uterus had fallen out and I got my expensive answer.
Two Grand Later: Yes you were pregnant, no you aren’t anymore. Thanks for stopping by.
A year and a half later, I’ve nearly paid it off. I only have a couple hundred to hurdle, then it will be over.
Why am I posting this? I am so angry at this world i can’t stand it. People living in this country illegally get better medical care than I do. Insurance companies get charged less than I do.
This economy is riding on the broken back of the middle class and I don’t even have it that fucking bad and i’m so indignant that things are the way they are that I want to rip people apart. I want them to suffer. I called the company back but the lines were busy. I wanted to hand that fucking prick with an attitude problem his asshole with a nice little bow wrapped around it. I wanted to… make his day bad because I am frustrated with reality.
He’s just doing his job though. They are all just doing what they can in a world that only cares about the dollar. So I quit calling and took a deep breath and kept on going…doing the only thing I can right now.
I am Proud that I go to the Health Department and I pay my full bill for my birth control every time.
I am Proud that I have never missed a car payment ever.
I am Proud that though my phone was turned off, we had lights and food.
I am Proud to be able to pay my way, as pissed off as it makes me.
I don’t want anyone to mistake me either. WIC is there for a reason. It’s there to make sure babies don’t starve. Food stamps too. I don’t want anyone going hungry or to suffer.
But these people with their hands constantly out when they have no right to. These people having more and more and more babies so they can get a bigger check and then they buy lottery tickets, and beer, and cigarettes.
Them, going to the emergency room when their baby has the sniffles because they don’t have a GP to go to. Me, terrified, sitting in the waiting room for an hour with a towel between my legs while my body aches and gushes blood. It’s not fair any of us are in this situation and it’s fucked that there’s little to be done for it.
Blather blather
Nokia has a new line of fasion phones out. Gorgeous. Yes. Overpriced. Oh Mother, Yes. Good luck finding them in the states. Check them out [here].
Got my Palm z22 yesterday. It’s great. I am going to use it till it explodes then step up to a Treo. Mmmhmm.
I highly recommend it for anyone looking for an economical PDA that comes with lots of handy PIMs, has a color screen, lightweight, not overly geeked out with features, and is under $100.
I have discovered Garnier Fructis hair products. Mercy. I didn’t know my hair could be this rad and smell this delightful. For the longest time I have been a frizz ease girl. But that stuff is just way too expensive. It used to smell like the bottom of a sink at a hair salon. It’s gotten better but it’s not fabulous. I’m using the Sleek & Shine line from Garnier. Shampoo, conditioner, hair wax goo, and serum. Not necessarily all at once. Delightful stuff.
Hugo found my developer in some of my stuff in the basement yesterday and brought it upstairs. Sad times. I want red hair dammit. I’ll compromise with purple but that’s really as far as i can go. If i ever leave Tennessee, i’m so dying my hair orange. Leeloo hair…come to meee!
I just realized this post is essentially a commercial. But you are reading my diary, so stop reading or continue. Up to you.
I got a thingie in the mail from PETA yesterday. Stickers! Wee! I haven’t forgiven them for NEVER SHIPPING my arm bands. Bastards. Too busy mailing people nickels and trying to get people to light Iams dog food on fire in the grocery store to pay attention to what is happening on their online store.
*grumble*
Ok well…I have to quit fucking off and get to work now. Toodles. 