Bad @ MindSay

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Today proper didn't feel like a Sunday. Obviously as Ash and Shelly were both here - it felt like a Saturday.
Both Shelly and I were very surprised when Ash agreed to come and see us both today. We thought she liked her family Sundays - but obviously today was an exception to the rule.
 
When she arrived, we enlightened her with our exaggerated story about last night's events. Of course, whenever we mentioned the exploding car, we had to wave our arms in the air and make our voices proper high. Ash was pissing herself - I don't know if it was the subject matter or just the way we were gesticulating and articulating the events.
 
We did a bit of work on the Guitar Hero 5 challenges.
Now that I've found that guide online and discovered that using cheats is A-OK - we're rolling in the stars. Tee hee. I wanted to do some drum challenges, but naturally, mam didn't approve. Arsehole.
 
Now that I've discovered I've been singing the lyrics to Spieluhr wrong for all these years - I told Ash what her lyrics actually ARE - and we both agree what they ARE is a lot easier than what I THOUGHT they were. :)
 
Ash got me to try out Half-Life.
I really don't like it, lmao.
I seriously don't like first-person shooters. I like to see my character, for one - but I also don't approve of games where L1 is JUMP. :(

Though the second game I was persuaded to try out made me a lot happier.
Manhunt is so epic. :D
I'm terrible at these type of games though, where stealth and being sneaky are key elements - I'm better at running into opponents and beating them up - but that doesn't work for Manhunt. My way of thinking is landing me with 1-star rankings for all the missions so far. It makes Dixie sad. :(

Though I can't help but smile when I see blood flying about the screen. I grin manically when I suffocate people with plastic bags - and I piss myself laughing when I smash open the skull of a felled victim and their brains splatter up the walls. :D

I also discovered today that Ash, like myself is partial to a saveloy. So I gave her one - though it was a right old song and dance peeling the red skin off them.
Seriously, when I was little I remember eating the skins and nothing came of it... But Shelly assured me it was waxy paper and wasn't for eating. :/

This business is ripe with scum bags who think your time doesn't matter. They don't care, for instance, that a no-show could mean a loss of income to you. I will update this list every time I can. You can add yours too with details of offenses.  

Mindsay, it really bothers me when people drive down residential or extremely rural(back) roads and keep their car in the middle of the road. On the few chances I've had to ask the drivers why they would do such a crazy thing they've always replied with nothing other than they feel it's "safer". This seems odd because to me it's absolutely terrifying.

It is now 5:01 a.m. PST and I am laying on my (dog) bed after a long "hard" night of work. AKA I just sat in an office by myself for 8 hours doing Yoga, watching two rather shitty Italian films, sipping coffee off the balcony while watching a Police Helicopter hunt down some lunatic running amock in the streets of HWood and taking calls from pissed off security guards who sound like they are munching on a gravel sandwich. "I'm sorry what was your name?......Ahmedyghanyium Hylijuskhmannn? How do you spell that?" Yeah, that pretty much was my night summed up for you. I am debating on whether or not to sleep now or later or both. Decisions, decisions.

 

I went back home to Dirty Jerz last weekend to surprise the friends and family and also to have my Teeth of Wisdom removed. That was a blast, honestly. I came home Saturday did the whole "surprise!" thing and chilled with the fam first and then went over to Fry's graduation party. Go College! I am always proud of people who graduate from College. I couldn't stand that shit for more than 5 weeks I don't know how people do it for years. Monday came and La Dentista told me I had to go to the Oral Surgeon to get the Wizzers out because they were impacted. Yikes! (says Mommy and Daddy's bank accounts) Rock on for no insurance. Yeah that sucks. Although I must say the procedure was rather bitchin'. I sit in the chair, the nurse (who happens to look just like Liz from Nip/Tuck for all you fans out there)  puts the laughing gas mask on me, then I get all giggly and fuzzy and they put the IV in......... ***BAMMMM!***  I wake up an hour later feelin' gooooooooood! The car ride home was a hot mess and I'm sure I sounded just delightful but I felt like a Warehouse Rave circa 1996, sans neon UFO's and glowsticks, and no more agonizing jaw pain every 6 months! Now that is some magical shit right there. If you have wisdom teeth, get them out it is sooooooo worth it.

 

Let's talk Airport. I won't even begin to get into the Asians running around with their Pork Flu masks on because if you watch the news you know what I mean. There is ALWAYS "That Guy" on every flight, I don't care what airline or where you're flying, he is ALWAYS there. And he is ALWAYS sitting next to me. On the bird home to Dirty Jerz I think I am scoring a kick-ass window seat with noone next to me. Cue sweaty, middle-aged businessman, always in a rush, nothing is ever satisfying, everyone is out to get me guy. "Excuse me ma'am but you are in MY seat." Oh fuck no, did he just call me "ma'am." So instead of arguing with the worthless fucktard I just get up and move a seat over. Well the whole flight Dr. Douchebag keeps pushing my elbows off of the arm rest and opening and closing the window everytime I close my eyes. Not only is he pissing me off but he pretends to sleep everytime the Flight Attendants come around with the "Complimentary Beverages" and then hits the button and yells that they skipped right over him. Grrr. At least on the flight back I was sandwiched between another slighty less annoying "That Guy" and an uber cute little hipster boy with guyliner from Williamsburg who kept me plenty distracted. ::Snickers::

 

We have visitors at the Compound this week. Avi, Tom, and Marianne are here and although I don't see very much of them I am enjoying their company. They are all fun and get the humor that runs through this backwards house of ours. They all went to Kimmel tonight I believe but I haven't spoken to anyone being it is now 5:28 a.m. and the house is silent, with the exception of my bed which sounds like a bear cave with the boyz snorin' away. I am totally and completely obsessed with True Blood now. It is fucking brilliant! Seriously HBO knows what's up. I would love to get a gig working on True Blood even for one episode that would be awesome. I have one more episode left of Season One so I am going to slip into a heavily medicated comatose (go Wizzers) and finish it off.  That's all I have left for now.

 

In the future I am going to begin a Recipe/Movie/Beauty Tip of the day. Also I am thinking of doing a random fact or something like that as well. For tonight I will leave you with True Blood. Watch it on HBO!

 

Much Love Killas!

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