While watching the Discovery Health Channel-the program is on at the moment- a man going through preps for a trans-gender operation just said this and I’m quoting- “I’m a bi-sexual trans-gender male living in a lesbian relationship.” Doesn’t this make you what you were before? A straight male? I don’t get it. I’m not condemning anything, I just don’t understand if you’re attracted to a woman, then why are you becoming one? :confused:
The Last Time We Had Meat In This House, Chicken Delight Made A Wrong Delivery.
This is why I am soooo soooo happy “Good Times” is on TV Land now. I even like the song. Reminds me of being little.
Yet, another freaky search phrase- these people need some help.
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In other news, I’m going to get on my soapbox because I’m sick of being the nice girl. No one has the right to judge anyone unless they have walked in their shoes. Don’t question why I do something and then bitch me out-especially if you barely know me. No one, in real life or in blog life, knows the stress I am going through and have been through in the past year. I don’t give every single detail of what is going on in my life. In fact, within the pages of this blog I have probably said the most. In real life, when something bothers me, I say nothing. I get quiet. I don’t tell people everything. I have decided it’s time for me to become a bitch, when needed. No more letting things ’slide’ off my shoulders. I will tell you what I think of you if you cross me. I’m an honest person so, I consider this being honest. Extremely honest. So to the handful of you out there who find it your responsibility to bitch me out if you’re having a bad day, or, you’re in a bad mood? Muck Fou. :cuss:
By the way, Wal Mart has a mechanical, talking deer-head. It’s $100. Wouldn’t it be easier to cut the head off of roadkill deer and put a mic in its mouth? Ultimate Redneck Decor
My Big Fear.
Of spiders. I don’t care how big or small-I am terrified of the bastards. Earlier tonight, I was sitting here sending an email, when I felt something tickling my arm. I looked down. Oh, the horror. One of those long-legged kind, skinny, supposedly good for eating bugs one doesn’t want in the house (according to my mother who never kills these). I smashed the sucker. Then, dust-busted the remaining body parts. I can remember when I was little, my cousin and I, would rip the legs off of granddaddy long legs (or, daddy long legs in some parts). I cannot stand these now either. I kill them all. I can’t help it they creep me out. Ok, I must go shower. And shave my legs. It’s 3:30am and I’m shaving my legs. I need serious help. :awake:
Shoes.
I was actually able to purchase a pair of tennis shoes. Sneakers for those of you who prefer the so called “proper” term. Value City-had a sale on all athletic shoes. I bought a pair of Sketchers, regular price $50, for, $40. You know you need a life with purchasing shoes is the highlight of your day. Then again, all of mine were thrown away. ‘Nuff said.
