I'm probably gonna burn for eternity...just saying.

I am not a bad person...not in an evil kind of bitch "just for the sake of being a bitch" way....

I just have "different" ways of looking at things.
Maybe I can be naughty sometimes...let's leave it at that then, shall we?


"The Blonde Goddess defiantly stops writing on the board, daring someone to spank her naughty ass!"

So yesterday I'm on my way to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine...
MEDICINE! NOT LIQUOR.(just thought I should throw that in there, you know...just to prove my innocence.)
As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I see this couple sitting in a car across from me, their mouths are going a hundred miles an hour and so are their hands. Their fingers are flying and they're beating their chests and pointing at their heads, hearts, mouths...you name it.
I'm thinking, "What the fuck?"
And here's where the "I'm headed straight to hell part comes in..."

The first thing I do is look at their license plate...
Cause I'm thinking maybe they're French Canadians.
Now I hope the French Canadian police don't come down on me, but where I used to live, the French Canadians who'd come to the U.S. were very expressive when they'd talk. Most of the women resembled Amy Winehouse having an epileptic seizure when they talked.
It was pretty damn scary, if you want the truth.
Now I'm not saying that ALL French Canadian women look like that OR act like that. I'm saying that a majority of them that lived near the border in northern Maine, looked like that and acted like that.


"Tabarnak Jean-Paul! They don't serve poutine here!"

I've seen women who look and act the same way where I live now, OK? (just not so many in the same place at one time like in Maine.)

ANYWAY...

I looked at the license plate and it was a local plate. So I rolled down the window of my car to listen to the conversation. I mean, I figured that maybe they were French Canadian and maybe they'd been living here for awhile.

What I hear was not French or even broken English smattered with a heavy French accent.

What I heard resembled the shrieking of dolphins.

It was a deaf couple and they were fighting.
Have you ever witnessed such a thing before?
I hadn't and that's why I'm packing for my hell trip as soon as I finish this post.

Hope I have enough sun screen....

Yes...I am SO going to hell.

"You are SO going to hell with me Blonde Goddess! Thus sayeth the Devil-Dolphin!"

Seriously, I deserve it.

I went to the grocery store yesterday too.
I discovered that some old men are immune to the shitty finger of death.
BASTARDS!
It took me fifteen minutes to get around some old douchebag who felt it was necessary to inspect every fucking carton of eggs before choosing one.
WAS HE WAITING TO SEE IF THEY'D HATCH? WHAT THE HELL?


"So this old dude keeps staring at me and I can see him through the shell. I'm thinking there's no way I'm coming out while he's there! A total freakazoid!"

I attempted the shitty finger of death trick to see if I could get him to move but the old son-of-a-bitch just raised an eyebrow and snorted so the nostril hair in his nose came curling out at me.

Now THAT was nasty looking...bleh.

Speaking of nasty things...
What's the matter with you people?
Did you not understand the whole point of my blog yesterday?
Why in fuck's sake is Jasmine winning in the poll over there?
Did you not see the little picture with her making slut eyes at Jafar, telling him that the old "magic carpet ride" got old?


Are you BLIND? When you put the two side by side, the choice should be clear!

Whatever....men apparently don't want a hot,sex machine who's willing to get freaky but is totally devoted to her one man.

Hmpft!

At least Belle only has one vote....heh...heh...Moog.

I'm done for today. I'm feeling the need to eat lunch and then sit and stare blankly into outer space for awhile.
Last night's left over stir fry veggies sounds like a good lunch to me!

(Sleeping Beauty....Sleeping Beauty....Sleeping Beauty....)DO IT!