California Baby!

The Annoying Lizard is going to Orange County! That's right... I'll be flying into Santa Ana on April 13 and staying in Irvine for a few days. You know you want to hang out with me! I'm going to an OH convention where I'll be with a bunch of friends! It's gonna be the time of our lives! Woohoo!

But she HAD a clue!

So I've heard this song on the radio before, liked it, but never put much thought into it. Then, my old friend Mandy tells me I MUST download it and listen. So of course I did, and knowing me, I pay more attention to the lyrics than the sound. And wow, deja vu! Seems like I've heard these somewhere else. Oh wait, I HAVE. Been there, done that, wish I never had to deal with it.

"Honey why are you calling me so late, It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey why are you crying is everything okay? I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud ....... No I don't think she has a clue."

Yeah, whatever. She HAD a clue alright, and my phone number! In case you have no idea what song I'm talking about, it's "Lips of an Angel" by Hinder. Seems they put my whole life into one song - Damn them! So of course I have to get the album and love all of the songs.

A New Me

Greetings from nowhere. Just here with a little announcement. On Wednesday, May 30 I will be undergoing an invasive surgery called Biliopancreatic Diversion with Duodenal Switch. In short, it's simply the DS. It is a decision I made a long time ago, and finally am able to pursue it. My life will drastically change over the next several months, but my attitude will remain the same. Hopefully anyway. It is a scary idea for me to take on this kind of change, but it is something I MUST do. I'm not doing it for you, my family, or my friends. I'm doing it for ME. So for the next 75 days I'm going to be a nervous wreck, yet waiting patiently. I hope those of you that read this can understand, and will stand beside me in this journey. Have a wonderful day...

Just a few things

Scientology Schmientology

Oh for the love of everything that is Holy! I am just soo sick of seeing Tom and Katie. Yes, he is a fantastic actor, but his personal life is a shamble! Why can't someone just write him a script for his life, so his personal thoughts won't come out?!? When he talks, all I hear is "blah blah blah blah blah." Stop the insanity! May we should all be a gaybob and wear a ratty piece of red string around our wrists (yes, I know that's Kabbalah, but just as bad), or tell the world that depression is a joke. NOT! Loser 101 has just graduated to complete idiocy. Maybe if he just stuck to posing like this picture - with his mouth covered!

Invocation of a Dream

Just before I fall asleep at night, I silently wish for a great dream. Now of course by now you know about my television addiction, so it's no suprise that actors are frequently the object of desire in my dreams. Last night it was Jared Padalecki. Yum-O! He was hanging around some dude that I just couldn't stand, so I tried to ditch him many times. I ended up having a car race with him, and Jared was his passenger. So we're driving close to another, and I ram the drivers side trying to kill this dude I hate. Their car flips and stops short of bursting into flames. So I run over there to see if Jared is ok. He's fine, and says to me "what are you doing tonight?" I know he's wanting to bone me, but I had plans for the night. So I tell him I'm busy but I'm free the next night. He asks me how he can get a hold of me, and I say "don't worry babe, I'll find you." Then I wake up. What kind of crap is that? First of all, I hate driving super fast, and I certainly never call anyone "babe". It's a shame that my dreams are soo much better than my realities. But I sure do love having them!

Repetitive Mumbo Jumbo