Why I’m Up at 2 AM

Expectations are a dangerous thing.

Supposedly, there was to be a meteor shower this morning at 2. Being a sucker for celestial events, I decided to realize my 15-year goal and wake up at a ridiculous hour to watch the show. I went to bed extra early, set the alarm and double checked it, and fell asleep dreaming of the forthcoming awesomness. At 1:40, I started hitting snooze- finally talking myself into rousing. “Liz. This is your pep talk. GET OUT OF BED. It’s a meteor shower! Nature’s own fireworks show! You must rise. Make coffee. Fulfil your dreams!” So I get up, make coffee, and go outside.

It’s fucking cloudy. And now I think it’s even raining. Either that or it’s the sound of my tears hitting the keyboard. Tears streaming for sleep lost.

I know what you’re thinking, “A simple check of the local forecast would have prevented this.” I thought of that, but was too busy making preparations for my early rise to actually watch the local news. And by 10, I was asleep with a warm smile on my face, dreaming of the firey beauty to come. This SUCKS. And now I am awake. And that is definitely rain.

In other news, I thought I had quit smoking. It was quite a feeling of accomplishment. I hadn’t yet reached the point where I chastised those who did smoke, but I was getting close. That is, apparently, how you really know that you have quit. You see, until you become a raging asshole about smoking and smokers, you’re still on the edge of returning to your sinful ways. I was getting close to using quips like, “Look at Joe Cool over there with his smoke dangling from his lips,” and “God. This bar is SOOOOO smokey. I wish they would ban smoking in public places! (disgusted grunt).” But then I started drinking and there is no road to hell as well paved as the road littered with beer cans. I could turn it around right now if I set my mind to it. I could just not smoke before the nicotine totally grabbed my system again and took hold. But I do love it so.

I once had a guy say to me, “You’d better put those cigarettes down before you’re not so good of a catch anymore.” WOW. That statement will really make you stop and reflect on what’s important. He thought I was a good catch!

I’ll smoke to that…

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The Stand Off Continues

I swear to God I can’t remember how to spell check this damn blog. It’s been that long since I’ve written! Sorry. You’ll just have to sort through all the misspellings if you care to finish the post. I thought Killer would have broken by now and posted something. He once posted pictures of flowers he had drawn on his ass. I can’t believe he hasn’t thrown something up for you to read! He thinks so much less of you than I do. You see, THIS half of Killer Rantswon’t write just ‘cause. I have to be moved; I have to feel I have something worth sharing. Oh. And I have to be in the mood.

The sense of obligation to post has been overtaken by my lack of interest in writing. I don’t expect you to bear with me. I hope you’re disappointed. Hell, be angry! You deserve it. But it doesn’t change the fact that pecking at keys does not appeal to me at the moment. I hope I’ll be back. Blogging has always been a lot of fun. Just, lately, Meh.

I went to see Momma Mia tonight. I wanted to gouge my eyes out and pierce my ear drums. I don’t think any amount of alcohol or any drug would have made this movie bearable. The two friends I went with (one guy, one girl) both loved it. I found it repulsive and would have walked out had I not been waiting for the reveal of the ‘father’. It was a waste of my life, even though had I not gone I would have only been home watching The Office reruns on TBS. I will say that I now crave an ABBA CD and went to Overstock.com to check out prices. SOLD OUT. You know those 4 bandmates are stunned at this resurgence. Good for them! I’ve always liked the light cheese of ABBA. This revival almost justifies the filming of Momma Mia.

ALMOST.

I also saw Batman a few weeks ago, which I liked. Killer said it got too long. I do not agree. I, however, was on pain pills when I watched it, so my sense of time was distorted. I think we both thought, however, that although Heath Ledger did a good job playing the Joker it wasn’t any Oscar-worthy performance.

Although I’ve done more than watch movies since we last met here, that’s about all I can muster for now. Fuck! There’s the spell check button. Excellent. I know I spelled resurgence incorrectly!

Until next time, be well. 

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Expose Deux

Do you remember around 4 months ago when I went to get a pedicure and gave the dude doing the pedi a major flash of crotch? I finally got my nerve up and went BACK to the same place (it’s RIGHT up the street) Tuesday afternoon. I felt pretty comfortable. I am almost certain the man did not recognize me. I felt secure and relaxed and enjoyed the experience.

Until I left the salon and got into my car and realized the button across my chest was undone!

I’m not kidding. This is TWICE- the only two times I’ve been to this place- that I have exposed my unmentionables to this Vietnamese guy.

Valerie says the guy is going to think I’m after him and that next time I leave the salon I’ll find a note on my car.

I said that I agreed and that the note would read “Whore, leave my husband alone”.

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