My Inner Rock Chick

You Are Ani Difranco!

Honest, real, and well liked. You're not limited by any boundaries. "And you can call me crazy But I think you're as lazy as white paint on the wall"

Who's" Your Inner Rock Chick?

Call Dorothy, I'm an Emerald.

Your Gemstone is Emerald

Balanced, liberated, and peaceful. You bring luck into any situation.

What Gemstone Are You?

21 Days til Vacation

The final stretch is here. Chris and I are both chomping at the bit to get the hell outta dodge.
As the immortal Nazi-sympathizer, Connie Francis, has said "V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N! We're gonna have a ball!

Crap on a crayon

That heather quiz totally frigged up my bolg. and it didn't even say it was gonna let me post it.
This puteirng is hard shit.

i'm a heather, you're a heather

Heather Chandler 50 BitchFactor, 73 OutThereNess

Did you see that?! Heather Number One just looked right AT me! Wait, that's you. Heather Chandler. You are the cat's pajamas. You are the Queen Bitch, and damn proud of it. You're worshipped at Westerburg, and you're only a junior. And woe to the person who forgets that for even a second. You are second to none when it comes to putting people in their places. Not only that, but you're so damn quotable when you insult your classmates that it's almost easy to forgive you for being such a bitch. Nobody else would get away with half the shit you do every day, which just proves how talented you are at being...well, being Heather #1. Just be careful whom you piss off, though, or somebody might try to slip you a wake-up cup full of liquid Drano. Quote: "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?"

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ummm, yeah

For those of you who had to deal with me over the past weekend, and wondered what the hell was wrong with me, here's a bit of an explanation. I go through bouts of depression, they don't happen frequently, and are usually gone within a few days, so since I really don't like taking meds, I don't really treat them. They used to be much worse when I was younger, and I chalk it up to hormonal fluctuations and such. Since the hormones are a bit more regulated with birth control, they are less frequent and less severe, which is a good thing. I was whacked out back then. So anyway, this one was a bit different , for some reason I was completely paranoid and was thinking things I shouldn't have, and ended up doing things I shouldn't have. So, in turn, hubby and I had a major rift that we are working on. The rift was completely due to me and the paranoia that was festering in my brain. So, for any of my readers, do I have any, I'm going to be a bit less around, and a lot less in the flirtation department on Murmurs. Because my husband and marriage really are more important to me than Murmurs, it's a necessary change, so I might appear a lot less fun to some folk. I'm just warning you all. The depression phase still hasn't left completely, neither has the paranoia, but it is starting to fade, so it will be gone eventually. I don't really want people worrying about me, since this is stuff I have been dealing with my whole life, and I am used to dealing with it. I'm just not sure how many of you have ever seen it in action, and I know I was pretty curt and pissy this past weekend. I'm sure my few friends thought I was pretty fucked up, but now you know, so you know. You know?

shittiest of shit shits

Blah, blah, meh, blah, feck, fecker, blah, blah, blah, ad infinitum, cuz it could go on forever right now. fuck.

36 days til Athfest.

Music, booze, art, booze, sex with my hubby, booze, knitting, booze. umm, botanical garden, sex int he botanical garde with mm hubby, booze.
I so can't wait.

More baking

My allergies have been botheirng me, and i think I may have gotten about 6 hours of sleep since Thursday, so I have been pretty out of it today, but I did manage to make cookies. Chocolate chip this time.

I've been lax

I know I haven't updated this thing in a week or so, but life has been busy with its innaneness, so there hasn't been anything to really post about.
We watched Match Point and I have to say it's the least Woody Allen-ish movie I've ever seen by him. Hmm, Scarlett Johansen is still red hot, so although it was long winded, it was worth seeing her half naked and getting it on.

and the sunsuit award goes to...

Hez's perfect niece, Abby. Tain't she the cutest?

Birthday Boy Michael

Here he is, the violent child himself, at his birthdasy party on 4/30