Doughnuts @ MindSay 
Dixie currently feels:
Roxxorz!
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Ach, what a gap.
How long HAS it been?
Dixie cannot be arsed counting the white numbers without clickable links.
But yes, tis all thanks to the legendary poster Animalluver, only Catluver to me on Mindsay now.
(Argh, that's going to confuse me.) (I'd call her by her total, but I dunno if she'd like that. :D)
Well... In July, nothing really HAS happened.
The only major life-changing event was when I suffered a 4-week long period, and got sent to the doctor's. They assumed I was anaemic, and said I needed a blood test.
So being the tyranopanophobic that I am, I waited in dread - losing more sleep at night than I normally do.
On the night before the needle, I didn't sleep at all. I started a new save on Pokémon Sapphire and played it all night, on my DS - with these headphones my mam got with her phone.
OH MY GOD, THEY'RE WELL LOUD.
They proper blow your head off.
Nothing better than cranking the volume up to full every time a Blackbelt or a Psychic challenges you. - My word, their music is legend.
So yeah, I went to the doctor's - and the nurse had given me a local anesthetic cream beforehand, so that got lobbed all over my elbows - and my arms were numbed for the whole day.
Right, so I couldn't feel the needle - but it's not the pain of them that scares me.
But either way, the nurse was talking to me like I was a really little kid - so I felt really small and weak, helpless and that. But she was nice.
Actually, there were two - the first one had to call for a second because my veins are really deep.
But yeah, I think mam was feeling a bit sorry for me after that, so... She took me into Morrison's and bought me some Rolo doughnuts.
Oh, they were NECTAR. Chocolate topping with chocolate 100's&1000's, and caramel in the middle. *Orgasmz*
But over the last couple of weeks, I've done nothing but stay awake till 5-6AM, go to sleep, wake up between 2-4PM, eat stuff - go on the forums, watch Big Brother - rinse, repeat.
How boring am I. :)
Oh, and speaking of rinse, our fucking shower's broken.
I FUCKING HATE BATHS.
I proper don't feel clean afterwards, because I can't rinse my hair properly. ARGHHHHHH...
Mam bought me Guitar Hero: On Tour on Monday. :)
It's a lot harder than the games with the actual guitar, I'll admit that.
I was really doubting it at first, because there's a lot of shit songs - but as soon as I got to level 4, the Greek Arena...
OH MY WORD...
First, we've got some crazy jazz shit about cats! That's Stray Cat Strut, by... The Stray Cats. Rofl.
Follow that up with some ZZTOP, MUTHAFUCKERS!!!
La Grange! It's on Guitar Hero III!
Another song from GH3, we've got Black Magic Woman!
(And for some reason, they censor the word 'devil'...)
BUT OH MY, THAT'S NOTHING!
BEAT ALL FOUR SONGS, AND YOU GET THE FUCKING ENCORE!!!
- THEY CALL US "PROBLEM CHILD", WE SPEND OUR LIVES ON TRIAL, WE WALK AN ENDLESS MILE...
WE ARE THE YOUTH GONE WILD!!!!!!!-
I've downloaded that song, about... Well, it was about 8 hours ago now?
Well, it's already got a play count of 45. :D
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Doughnut_Day
http://theguide.latimes.com/profiles/15/lists/168360
Unfortunately, the L.A. Times article only identifies great donut places in the L.A. area. I've been to Fritelli's in Beverly Hills if some of you remember. I haven't really been to the other ones, even though I've meant to. That is ok, because Fritelli's is #1 on their list.
I am not going to go a whole two miles out of my way to Beverly Hills today but I may grab some donuts on the way home.
Associated Press
CHICAGO — Researchers have concluded in a yet-to-be published study of the economics of prostitution in Chicago that the women claim they were forced to service police officers, worked more on holidays and varied pricing based on race.
University of Chicago professor and "Freakonomics" author Steven D. Levitt and sociology professor Sudhir Venkatesh of Columbia University are the authors of the two-year study of street-level prostitution in Chicago's Roseland, Washington Park and Pullman neighborhoods.
The study has been seen by Chicago aid workers, some of whom take issue with its findings. "It's a classic example of an economist trying to tackle a very complicated problem just by looking at numbers," Samir Goswami, associate director of policy at the Chicago Homeless Coalition, told the Chicago Tribune. "It's flawed because the numbers do not explain the social situation these women are in. It's not just a business transaction."
A draft report of the study was presented last week at an economics conference in New Orleans.
Prostitutes taking part in the study — who were paid $150 a week — reported that about 3 percent of the sex acts they performed were "freebies" given to Chicago police officers to avoid arrest.
Police spokeswoman Monique Bond did not respond to requests for comment on the study's finding.
The study found full-time prostitutes made on average less than $20,000 a year. If they had a pimp, the women made a little more, even after giving up a 25 percent cut of their earnings. The women reported being beaten about once a month on average.
According to the study, Fridays were the sex trade's busiest days, Mondays the slowest. The study also found white and Hispanic men were charged more, while blacks and repeat customers paid less. Seasonal spikes in demand drove up prices, bringing more women into the market. Markets in Roseland and Pullman operated differently, the study found. In Pullman, prostitutes worked with one of four pimps, while in Roseland prostitutes worked the streets on their own.
Levitt, whose best-selling book "Freakonomics" made him a nationally known economist, and Venkatesh are refusing to comment on the study and asked its findings not be published because it was still preliminary and incomplete.
The full draft of the paper is on the University of Chicago's Web site, marked "extremely preliminary and incomplete." A university spokesman said a final version of the paper is expected to be released in April.
I recently returned from a near heart attack-inducing trip to the local branch of a nationwide discount store. I took my three doughnuts (I hate it when it’s spelled DONUT), pack of hot dogs, and two boxes of corn muffin mix to an express lane (20 items or less). I was the second person in line, so I figured I would breeze on through and be out in just a few minutes. I should have known. I should have known! When has anything ever been as simple as that?
Apparently the woman in front of me was a teacher because she was buying school supplies in bulk. In fact, a couple of people passed by and recognized her as such. She thought she was being slick by putting 20 composition books and 60 folders into two boxes, but they each had to be rung up separately, so that constituted 80 items, not two. Then there were all the pens and pencils, and pads. Even without the two boxes there were over 20 items. 20 items or less means just that. It can be 20 pencils or 20 TV sets, but 20 items means 20 items…and I know that if I had gone into the line with 21 items, they’d have sent me elsewhere.
I realize that a lot of teachers have to pay for their own classroom supplies—that in itself is reprehensible, given the exorbitant sums of money our state and local governments extort from us in the name of education—and I can certainly appreciate the sacrifice. But 20 items means 20 items!
Finally ready to pay, the lady pulled five gift cards out of her purse. Naturally only two of them scanned. The hapless soul running the register was utterly baffled, scanning each card innumerable times before it finally dawned on her to call a superior, who eventually arrived and proved to be anything but.
We were approaching the 15-minute mark at that point, but all of the other checkout lines were so full with other shoppers smart enough to avoid my line that I figured if I stepped to the back of another line, the problem with the gift cards would be miraculously solved, people would flock to that line, and I would be up the creek.
At the 20-minute mark, the cashier said to me, “Sir, would you mind going to another line? We’re having a problem here.”
No kidding. And yes, I do mind. Expletives deleted. I did say loud enough for any and everybody to hear, “This is ridiculous,” and went grudgingly to another line.
I could feel my face flush. My nostrils flared, I was breathing rapidly, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I stepped to the other line, holding my wares and staring at the floor. Pain shot through my left arm and…what was that in front of me?
My eyes drifted forward to a great pair of legs. Hmmmm. Interesting. I looked up to see who they belonged to and found the most adorable hourglass standing in front of me; long blonde hair and a pair of shorts and a tank top that were…revealing…yeah, that’s it. That 80 items or less line was soon forgotten, and I settled in to enjoy the view.
I finally got up the nerve to speak and said, “They sure like to take their sweet time, don’t they?” The guy turned around and agreed.
The paramedics checked me out and gave me a clean bill of health. I hadn’t had a heart attack, but I’d given my head a heck of a whack when I passed out into the shopping cart behind me. I called the wife and apologized.
I finally made it out to my vehicle with my corn meal, hot dogs, health, and very little pride. I’d abandoned the DONUTS at the register once the chocolate began to melt.
I went home and prepared some of Rachael Ray’s 30 Minute Meals oven-baked corn dogs for lunch.
Why was I not surprised that they turned out lousy?
© 2007 by J.D. Lewis
I dedicate this post to Bettie. Watching the doughnuts rise and the whole process is fun & hypnotic.
"Open the mouth and past the gums; watch out stomach(thighs) here it comes."
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