Little Steppie's Bunny Tales

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Quote of the Century:

You may think it's a little early to deem this the quote of the century, but i'm sure after the next 95 years pass, this one will stand the test of time. "I don't believe poverty causes crime." Ann Cunt - I mean Coulter on Real Time with Bill Maher tonight. Seriously? You don't believe poverty is a cause of crime? And I'm the fucking tooth fairy. I hate that mother-fucking right-winged religious (or, my new favorite that I'm stealing from Bill Maher: Double Christ-y) cunt.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

I am so scattered.

I tried to go to Florida this week to pack up my parent's condo so we can sell it, but I wasn't feeling well so I put off getting a ticket. Then when I tried to get one, I couldn't. THEN I lost my watch. I know it is in this house somewhere. I had it and then I didn't and I've been spending the week looking for it. I'll be really fucking pissed if I don't find it. I feel naked without it so I am borrowing one of my mom's watches for now. And I forgot to renew my car registration. It was up on Friday. I drove to my aunt's and back w/o the new sticker, but went to get it on Tuesday. But in the process I realized that I lost my insurance card. So I had to go get that first, then drive to the notary place, praying the entire time that I wouldn't get pulled over.

I want this week to end. Preferrably with me getting drunk. Hope your week is going better.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

I admit it - I was wrong

So I started watching "Rock Star - INXS" the other night. And I watched the rerun of it tonight to see all the performances from Tuesday. I love this show. I'm not addicted to it, but I do love it. I thought this was going to be another American Idol copycat. I don't like American Idol. I've never been able to get into it. Too many teeny-boppers. Too many wannabes. But this show is all rock. Suzie's performance of "Never Tear Us Apart" was incredible. I got goosebumps again tonight watching it and I've seen it already! I'm a little sad Will is gone. He was pretty good. But more thatn that, I don't like Tara. I don't think she has any originality in her. She sang The Eagle's "Take It Easy" just like The Eagles. Nothing was her own. She tries too hard. This doesn't come naturally to her. She needed to be the first to get cut, but hopefully her turn is next. And it was awsome that the guys in INXS asked the one guy (JD I think) to do an encore of The Mama's & The Papa's "California Dreamin'" because they loved it so much. It really was awsome. These singers, less Tara, are awsome. I'm glad I'm not the one making this decision.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

LIFE SUCKS.

That's all I have to say.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

I'm done!

I'm done! I'm done! I'm done! I'm done! I'm done! I'm done!

I graduated today! I am officially an MBA now - ready to take on the world. I still need a job (waiting to hear on a few). And the days of seeing the boy (yes, the original, the replacement didn't last too long) on a daily basis are over. People have been saying a lot to him lately about me liking him. Long story, but he is aware. Well aware. And apparently doesn't care - one way or another. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. We still talk & chat like nothing's wrong, but I just want to grab him and kiss him. I'm sad. Very very very sad. I am going to miss him so much it hurts. And I hope to GOD he doesn't find out about me hooking up with someone else. (Also a LONG story, one I won't be sharing mainly because I was so drunk I don't know how it all started. But was it good!!!!) Only 5 people know - the two of us, two friends I told because I was having a hard time dealing with it and the one friend who walked in on us in the act. Talk about embarrassing! Anyhoo, I may write more later. But you see how much I update this thing, so later will most likely be much much later. Whatever. You'll be fine. I'm not worried.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

These dreams go on when I close my eyes....

Earworm alert! Hee hee. Yes, it's Heart. I knew you were curious.

So I've had some pretty fucked up dreams these last few nights. Last weekend I dreampt I was getting married. I was in my big frilly white dress, holding my bouquet, getting ready to walk down the aisle, and watching my family come in and the wedding party assemble. My dad was there in the front of the church in his wheelchair (just like he was for my brother's wedding) and mom was standing beside him. My dad's sisters all came in wearing the same dress (a maroonish-purplish color), as did my mom's sisters (I think very light green) and my bridesmaids (red!). The groomsmen were all there, mostly in their tuxes. My brother Michael was there in his tux, Kirk came strolling in with a can of beer in one hand wearing a button-down striped shirt and jeans, appologizing because he didn't have time to pick up his tux, and Erik came in wearing jeans and a white button-down shirt under a black sweatshirt. This sweatshirt was old, graying, stained and ripped. I was FUMING. How could 2 of my brothers show up not wearing tuxes? So I decide I can't worry about it and I have bigger problems. I never asked anyone to walk me down the aisle. Dad can't do it in his wheelchair (he can't move it himself, he needs to be pushed) so I'm at the back of the church trying to flag mom down to come back and walk me down the aisle. I didn't see who the groom was, so it's still a mystery. But the weird thing is everyone was there as they would be if I got married like, now AND Michael was there. It wasn't strange in the dream. Not like "what the hell is he doing here?", but just normal, like he wouldn't not be there. Odd. Very odd.

Last night I had a dream I asked someone to kill me by shooting me in the heart. But I lived. I was sore, didn't want to move much, but I had a bullet hole in my chest but no exit wound. There was a bump in my back where the bullet was. And I was in this apartment-type thing, and the ceiling leaked, so I had to help people move everything into one area of the apartment because it was raining so hard inside the place from the leaky roof. But it hurt so much to help move the stuff because I have this bullet hole in my chest. And my friend had to drive me around because I couldn't with, again, the bullet hole in my chest. Ok, now why on earth would I ask someone to shoot me in the chest to kill me and how on earth could I just walk away??

I'm very confused today.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Terry Schiavo

I'm not very political, but this whole "right to die" thing is fucking pissing me off. Her husband is her guardian. Doctors have said she's in a permanent vegetative state. This woman is essentially brain dead. Her husband has said she said she doesn't want to be kept alive like this (who in their right fucking mind would???) and wants to let her die. HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO MAKE THIS DECISION!!! I understand her family doesn't want her to "die" but she is already dead. They need to realize this. Removing her feeding tube is not going to lead to a painful death. Hell, you could cut off her arm with a hatchet and she wouldn't feel it.

I guess this affects me so much because we had to make this decision when my brother was dying. He was brain dead and would be a vegetable for the rest of his "life" if he were left in that state. We knew he wouldn't want that. He never had to tell us that. And we didn't want to watch him lay there day after day after day knowing he was never going to get better. And no, this is not a choice that a family makes lightly. It's not like "oh well, they can't walk so let's kill them." It is a very very very very very painful decision a family has to make. Her husband is doing the right thing by wanting to let her go.

And I don't understand why the fucking government feels the need to get involved in this. This is a personal issue, not a legislative issue. Leave this poor family alone. All of these fucking republicans all over tv saying "oh, this is about her civil rights" or "oh, this is an issue of choosing life over death" is just bullshit. You want your face on tv and your name in the papers. You want to be the moral fucking majority and decide for everyone what they can or can't do in a situation like this. Fuck the fucking government. And thank fucking God I didn't vote for any of these fuckers.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck them.

And Terry Schiavo should rest in peace.