Jealousies are for the wimenz-Saddam Hussain2003

Dear Saddam,
Hi Sugar, how the hell are you!!! I saw ya on the telly with that Dan Rather fella, your looking swell. I must say I was dazzled by your um....performance and your political stature is such a fucking turn on. Your impeccable wording (uncoached I presume) was outstanding, your a fucking hero dude! I bet when your minions awake they'll praise you before Allah, I bet you dig that, don't you. So sexy. I could ask your A/S/L but um.....teehee, I think we all know that. Though your performance was stellar, I'm still thinking the Osma is much hotter and I think the Arab community would agree. Silly boy, don't start pumpin' the evil gas smack on your people cos I think Osama is hotter. Remember what happened when I said I thought President Bush Sr. was kinda sexy and you wiped out a the majority of the Kurdish population...LOL. I ate my words that time! But, ya gotta admit, Osoma and all that power is sexy, and OMFG, have you seen George W??? Shit dude, he's so hot, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaw, ride em' cowboy! W! W!! Dubya!!! Whew! lil hot flash there ;)

Anyhoo, good job last night, the Americans only wanna feed your warm swollen colon to you now, and I would have to agree. I'm sorry hon, but you've become last weeks flavor of the day! See, I'm thinkin that your starting to feed your ego with Hitleresque attributes....and I find that scary, and gosh even a wee bit intimidating (remember the restraining order...LOL). It's not you, it's me! I understand your trying to gain as much power as you can cos it helps with your autoerotism, but ya gotta get a grip (reality, not kungfu) loverman. Gosh hon, you kind of behaved for so long with President Clinton in office and you KNOW I had a thing for him, hell, who didn't...LOL. Exactly how many times did Bill send Monica over there???? I think we've lost our *special something* and I must move on to a more human type of man now...LOL...I know, I know.....I do love those Type A's!! But, I mean it this time. This is not the Arabian Nights dear and all the myth and magic of Baghdad is so passe'. I know I've let you down, being an American and all, but it's over. I can't make it work anymore. All of my liberal *pinky* ethics come into play now, not my desire. Well, actually to be honest with you and I know how you adore honesty, I've got a crush. No, it's not on Dubya, not to say I wouldn't shag the sorry bitch, I would. I'd wear chaps and join the NRA for a good time with that honey...hehe. My crush is a U.N. leader and weapons inspector...*blush*....yeah, you guessed it.....Hans *sigh* Blix he makes my panites damp with all that diplomatic behavior, who could resist really?

I'm sorry I let you down dear, but as those weak ass Mother Fucking French bitches you've got in your pocket say "cest le vie".

Best Wishes,
Hilary xoxox

Whores and War

Ok, so I was flippin' through Heidi Fleiss's new book Panderings at work today....and um......she definately is quite the business woman. She compares life to a game of chess........yes, chess, actually a lot of people do. I kind of do, but alas I never really learned how to play chess and as far as the game of life I've never quite have a grasp on that either. The book is loaded with images of her and her whore brigade, I would liken the layout to Madonna's 'Sex' book, large format, visually stunning, obscure comments and some naughty pic's to boot! Some pages have a Q&A from former girls who worked for Heidi, claiming the glories of working for such a classy broad. Most these chicks got to travel around the world, and some gave $5000 blow jobs (look out Hoover!). I didn't really see a hatred towards men in Ms. Fliess's comments aside from the realistic attitude of "they say there is nothing like a woman scorned...well nothing compares to the ego of a man", no bashing going on a totally agreeable spew methinks. She does however bash some hookers, befriends another Madam, shares her jail experience and lets us in on her Business Savvy;) It was intresting to thumb through, but I'm thinking not worth $50.00. But then again, you shouldn't give it away. heh :oP~

I listen to talk radio at work and it's interesting listening to the ever present "War" debate. In a matter of weeks war will breakout and all the protesting won't mean shit. The agenda is to remove Saddam Hussain from power. The agenda is NOT who's right and who is wrong. It's not about Replubican vs. Democrats.....actually it's about Human Rights and civility. True, some innocents will die and hell Osma may still survive, but he'll have one less bitch in his pocket. I'm not a War Monger....but wars happen, have for thousands of years, we pick ourselves up, brush ourselves off and start all over again. Most Americans live a rather plush life, with our freedoms and tend to forget that other countries do not have those simple liberties we take for granted daily. I see nothing wrong in wanting to take out Saddam and help Iraq rebuild with a more sociably respectable and globally responsible government more apt to help people, not suppress them. I don't say this lightly as my brother sits in the desert of Kuwait awaiting the 'go-ahead', I'm proud of the kid, he's got a lot of balls for even wanting to be a Marine. But it is a choice he made and a good choice, he's a highly respected Intelligence CIA dood and he's serving a grand purpose. May God bless all the soldiers, and let's get this party started already (wow, that sounded war mongerish) :oP~

Book Spew, yipeeeee!

Alrighty, my little reading binge has been wonderful, sometimes I just focus on Business books and other times History, but lately it's been loverly fiction. Two weeks ago I read The Passion of Artemisa by Susan Vreeland author of the much acclaimed Girl in Hyacinth Blue. The story is based on the life of Artemisia Gentileschi a post-Renaissance painter, the first *famous* female painter of her time. I had no clue as to who she was until I read this wonderful book. It starts with her rape by her teacher and her fathers painting partner, and how the Church saw her as guilty until proven innocent, and then it covers her marriage and it's failure and her traveling throughout Europe for her commisions. The author shares with us how the act of painting is life for some, a hunger that needs satiating. This books got it all, love, lust, art, and gender wars. I read it in one day and have been exploring her life ever since......Google her name, look at the paintings......this book was yummy!

One of the few perks of my job is that I receive Advance Reading Copies of unpublished titles, some of which I pass on and some I give away.....but I opted on reading one that truly intrigue me. The Davinci Code by Dan Brown. It's a suspense/mystery of sorts, that blew my freaking mind. What begins with a murder in Musee' du Lourve, turns into a search for the Holy Grail, yes the mudder fucking Grail. I admit all the Grail was to me was a King Arthur tale, I knew it had to do with the Crusades and it was the supposed cup that Jesus drank from at the Last Supper. This book takes all the myth and rumor and neatly ties it up to a fantastical conclusion of what the Grail really is! I was wowed and have gone on yet another research binge of Leonarda Da Vinci, Newton, symbology, secret societies like the Knights of the Templar, the Freemasons, cryptology, and the freaking Bible!! If you dig conspiracies, religion, Art, and suspense.....read it!!!!! Well read it in March....(release date) der.

Eye Know it's only Rock n' Roll, but it will kill you! Yes it Will!

Nothing like heading out for an evening of good ol 80's hair band music, having a few beers and then perishing in a wall of fire and smoke. Rock bands use pyrotenic theatrics as a means to add excitement to their sets, not to kill their fans. Sadly when Great White tried to recapture their glory of the 80's, they took out a chunk of what was left of their fan base, major tragedy indeed. And the club in Chicago where a stampead ensued when security sprayed some pepper spray to break up a chick fight. Rock N' Roll, the survival of the fittest. Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special......yikes.

The above is a good arguement for staying home on the weekends and drinking alone methinks.....LOL. Ok, I must be off to work, well actually I must torture myself on my bike for a half hour, then off to work......I saw pictures from the party this weekend and me thinks that perhaps I should starve my self for a year.......but knowing me, I won't, so I better shake the ass more......good god, I look tired in those pics, not to mention the resemblence to the Stay Puff Marshmallow dood..someone put a stick in me and send me to a rock show. :oP~

A Rose by any other name is still edible, can I get a *Amen* bruthas and sistahs!

I awoke on Saturday with a loaded agenda, first off to work to cover for ailing employee.....pick up dad's bday gift, stop at grocery store.....come home ****frazzled***** it's 2:30 and I haven't changed into my church clothes yet, the phone rings..it's the sister saying that they are close to my apartment....I ran around in my bra and panties cursing like a mad woman...heh. Sis arrives, I finish dressing....no make up, fuck....ack. We head to Olympia to meet with some family for and early dinner. We ate, yum......my nieces covered me in pasta, fun...it's great having noodles stuck to your ass. My sister realizes that she didn't bring a present for our step dad, so we're off to Target, my youngest niece Aimee kept trying to escape the confines of the shopping cart, I threatened I'd tell her Nana she was bad, she pouted and literally bitched me out saying I was a mean Auntie, then some crazy, geriatric wench with a thick ass russian accent Target employee comes and tickles Aimee and tells her she should listen to her grandma.......I turn and look at the near death and apparently blind employee and say...."yeah...she should listen to her god damned grandma" I quietly crumble and push the basket and my bitchy niece over to the make-up department to buy myself a nice youthful glow, we made our purchases and I ran out of the store to sneak a quick cig as not to smoke in front of the nieces who now, through the ever present anti tabacco campaign on the boob tube think I'm trying to kill myself and constantly ask me to quit being mean to myself with the nasty ciggarettes. After I extinguished the cig I met them at the van where I proceeded to apply the youthful glow before we were to meet our family for a celebration of Black History Month at my parents church. My parents attend a predominately black church and if you haven't ever experienced this, get yer ass there! I'm not particularly religious but when I'm at this church I almost believe that God is up there and he knocked up some wench as to bring us a messiah to save us from our sins, not to say I sin regularly, but when I do, fuck me with Hail Mary's, yikes. We enter the church and I didn't go up in flames, always a good sign. So, like a good daughter I watched the choir sing their joyous angst (my step dad is the only whitey in the mix ;) ) and I watched my niece Hanna find the spirit of the lord and dance her ass off. She did her freaky dances and we all *Amen'd* and *hallelujah'd* fascinating event. At the end of the evening, all sweaty and tired (it's hard work praising the lord African American style), We made our way back north exhausted and god ridden, amen.

On arriving home I had a birthday party to attend to.....my friends were already at my apartment it's 11 pm, I'm exhausted and having nicotine withdrawl, we leave. We reached the ever hideous party destination of PJ Pockets and made our entrance, as usual I found my throne and plopped my ample ass down for the next three odd hours. I was fawned over, fondled and kissed repeatedly as I tried to resurrect my fatigued body with Vodka Tonics. As the novelty of my cuteness began to wane I had some time to just relax and unwind in the midst of the pounding music I found a quiet moment in my mind (the Vodka kicked in)......I reflected on the day's events and thought of what I'd do with my one day off, I chatted with some friends, had some more drinks, danced once or twice then I ate someone's rose.....yes....it was there, it was red and I ate it. Foliage is good, and yes I would have to agree that eating a rose is an act of a crazy person, but I rationalize it with the fact is was just so pretty I had to eat it and I'm pretty sure it's not a sin to um....eat a rose. So, that was my Saturday, my body aches and I have no hang over......can I get a *amen* I've got loads to do today....like find my bedroom floor.....intresting concept and dangerous adventure, I'm sure that in its self will be a blog entry.....Hallelujah!

I'm hungry!

And the sign says you've got to have a membership card to get inside....huh! The Mall, what was once a city within a city is now a large chunk of real estate holding 4 or more large department stores together. In the past, you could stroll into many different shops selling assorted goods and more crap for you to eventually give away or sell on eBaY. Now sadly, at least in my dying mall, its a string of empty stores sprinkled with a few die hard retailers like myself awaiting the few strolling shoppers or the ever vigellent mall walkers to come spend their hard earned moolah and social security checks. Most all the retailers in the mall have these huge posters in their windows to pimp their goods, some are informative, some are silly but the point is to seduce the shoppers mind. One day last week, one silly fella was seduced by one of those signs and now he can't come to the mall no more. The store was Lane Bryant, it was the week of Valentines day and their posters had some gorgeous ample babes romping around in pink and red delicates. Now the average person would think..."good for the chubbette dancing in her panties, I wonder if she waxes or shaves...hmmm", but to young shirtless, Starbuck's swilling, coming down from a night of 'X' fella it was apparently an image of a Siren or goddess of some sort. Security had been watching the young man, as he was shirtless, but of course that was forgiven due to his patronage at the coffee shop, none the less they watched him. Well, they watched him enter Lane Bryant go into the window and stand in front of the poster, and then they watched him lick the crotch of one on the ample honies. YIKES! Ummm.......yeah, so he was licking the crotch when security approached him and promptly escorted him out of the mall for exactly one year from his offense. My signs don't intice that kind of shopper. At best the books on my posters would bring fear of paper cuts. Oh well, what ever brings em' in....LOL.

Fortuna swang my way;) On Wednesday I made a meager attempt to write my review of A Confederacy of Dunces. I poured myself a glass of wine and started some researching on John Kennedy Toole, as not to blow a bunch of bullshit up the asses of my readers.........I read about his suicide (1969, with a gaseous hosing) and how his mother prevailed in getting his novel published......I had another glass of wine.....the book was finally published in 1980 and promptly won the Pulitzer Prize. So much empathy when one is swilling down the wine, I drank more. I started losing track of my reasearch with the constant Instant Messages, silly me trying to work with that damn thing on. The hours flew by, I drank more, impatiently writing the review, drank, IM'd, omg, the wine was gone......I hadn't eaten a thing since 1pm......I was getting assaulted by hello's and unexpected assholes......I couldn't keep track of shit! Too many boxes, *insert the obiglatory window crash* where was my review?? Now, I must confess.....me and alcohol are friends.....sometimes it helps in getting me going on my creative surges and sometimes......it totally disables me, I'm an artist, need I say more. On Wednesday February 12th, 2003....I was disabled. So today I start anewed and refreshed and it's champagne time! Note to readers: NO Instant Messenging devices where used in the writing of this post.

New Orleans is a world unto itself. A decadent landscape for the creative mind, a world where Anne Rice's Vampires have intoxicated us with bloodlust and history, a world that John Kennedy Toole introduces us to Ignatius Reilly, "slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote" an amusing source of the best in literary entertainment. I read Ignatius's adventure and laughed out loud many times over. This is one fat mofo that didn't repluse me. Ignatius has a masters degree, he's an overweight follower of the philosopher Boethius, he lives with his drunkard mother, he can't keep a job for the life of him and he has a soulmate of sorts that antagonizes much of his exploits. This is a story that comes full circle from an incident in the first chapter......it's kind of a seven degree's of seperation that I'm pretty sure Kevin Bacon has no connection too, though I may be wrong. I won't give a away too much as I feel this is definately a must read but it's all on fortunes fate that leads us to Iganatius's "Fortuna" and his constent rape and molestation from society. This book will challenge anyone's vocabulary, I read words that I thought were made up for say plot purposes...LOL.....der, was I wrong. I put this book off for years and "Oh, my god!" as Iganitus would say......I was wronged in my effrontery ways. Read it!!! Stay tuned! ;)

Whispers & Moans I'm sitting in a chat room right now and I'm being whispered frequently by Bot's and men. It's amusing, really. My favorite thing is A/S/L (age, sex, location), granted I do have a profile stating all that, and when they insist I want to pummel the A/S/L doods. And it's not that important to me if they know where the Second Star Left of Center is, because....they just don't need to know where I'm at it's completely unimportant unless a intresting dialogue comes into play. I'm straight up with my age and my insanity and have recently posted a picture that makes me look like a demented librarian, which incidently brings on the more sexually motivated chatters...."wow, your a cutie...Have ya heard of the Kama Sutra?" *click*. I like when they ask what your doing for the day, like I'm gonna hook up with them later for a quickie. I really dig when they want to send pictures of their cocks as if it will make me want to love them looooong time. I love when they say I look fun. Yes, I'm fun, a virtual bundle of cyber bliss awaiting the next whispered a/s/l? Shoot me! Most times I keep my whispers off because I just hate being inundated by stupidity and I love the power of *Blocking*, so nice. I don't wanna hook up with your sorry ass on the first hello, I don't wanna fucking describe myself or make small talk about the things that amuse me, because most likely those things don't amuse them. I don't like being judged by my text or font either for that matter. But, in the world of chat it's all assumptions untill you actually meet the freaks then it's either friends for life or um.....run like hell. Now, I will say that through whispers.....I've had some interesting conversations, some fun, some even naughty (on a tipsy night) ;) But for the most part, they annoy me. So if you've taken the time to read my lil bitch fest on whispering and still feel the need to approach me in chat with a whisper.....make it worth something, dazzle me, don't get yer funk on me and don't fucking ask my A/S/L . Mmmmmmmkay? Have a Super Day!

*Sharing with a smile* I often try to wonder how I'd feel if I was a musician and my song was being downloaded by millions everyday for free. I've come to the conclusion that It wouldn't matter to me as long as the work got out there. I mean the same goes for the artists that create images and gifs for the web....I'm a copy and paste queen and have recently found the joy of downloading tunage as well. I just wanna share the joys of my finding with others, that's a nice thing to do, not bad, nice! I quote from books on ocassion and give credit where credit is due, it's only fair. As I build my website, which is primarily for my enjoyment and babble, I surf to find images and songs and download or copy and pasted as needed, I'd be flattered if someone copied or imitated anything I did, which is the case most the time cos I'm so god damn wonderul! Anyhoo, it would nice if the artists try to stop shutting down the free mp3 websites, they should chill and go with the flow of it all. When I worked downtown the rumors spread hard and fast, Courtney Love had gone into Orca Records up on Capital Hill and took all the bootlegged Nirvana CD's saying 'I think these belong to my husband...' and left, bootlegs should be embraced as well, Courtney didn't have the right to them in my opinion nor did she have the right to steal the Newsweek from my store, unfortunately the issue was the first magazine to release the news on Kurts tragic demise, so um.....we let her take it. Back to the subject at hand, some artists embrace bootlegs Dave Matthews, Prince, The Grateful Dead, Phish.......it only endears them to their fan base, and it their music goes out to thousands of more soon to fans. Sharing creations is a good thing, it inspires and educates, me say chill muthafuckahs. Create!

Waking Yesterday was one of those days......the kind of day you only wanna watch the news hoping and praying that something good will come of the tragedy. Of course it didn't happen and after a few hours of watching the news I experienced overload. To add to the joy of the day my youngest brother called to say that he's off to the middle east, can't say where, can't say when he'll be back. He's in the Marines/C.I.A, and with the drama of the day, the impending war the day was overload indeed. I said my goodbyes and told him I was proud of him and that I loved him, when I heard him crying....dayum.....I started crying too. We hung up, I cried some more.....mostly because... I couldn't stop. Everything is so......garbly in me head. So, I decide to watch a comedy and help shake off the funk. All the sudden a knock on my door...."Hi, I'm from Potter's House", she hands me a flyer and I'm thinking.."wtf". She was pretty in a bohemian girl with a nice smile, she then asked if anyone had shared Jesus with me. I hand her flyer back to her, smile and said, "I've had Jesus already, nice fella a little on the clingy side though, thanks for stopping by". I shut the door, numb and unwilling to deal with the rest of the day. I made some poptarts and ate them while I half heartedly rode my recumbent bicycle, you feel less guilty eating pop tarts while exercising, works for me at least. I watched a bunch of lame movies, which incidently are a day late now......whoopie, love me some late fee's. Anyhooooo, since I had such a hard work out swallowing my poptarts I decided to have a few beers.....couldn't even catch a buzz....tried chatting.....uneventful......eventually I finished my book and started a new one..A Conferacy Of Dunces, should be good, hell the man killed himself before it was even published it must be good. I went to bed early......emotionally exhausted......tired......and bitchy, the usual. Some Saturdays were made for drama methinks.

Space Cowboys This morning the Space Shuttle Columbia exploded on re entry into the earths atomosphere. What a joy it is to awake to tragedy, makes ya wanna head on back to bed and hope for the best. But, reality raises it's sometimes ugly head and makes us deal with things like tragedy. This will no doubt halt other launches and stifle scientific progress for months. Not that that's a bad thing. We take a lot for granted and even the most amazing of human feats become mundane and expected. In our fast paced lives, how often do we take the time to marvel at our progress in this world, how often do we thank those who lead the progress. Simplicity is often what I crave, but it's the want of knowing why and how that keeps me intrested and alive. Risk: The possibility of suffering loss or harm; danger. Without risk, there is no discovery. A shout out to the Space Cowboys and may God bless their souls.