Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Friday, December 31, 2004
Another Auld Ang Syne
Hot shower? Check.
Scratchy exfoliating mask? Check.
Hair air-dryed into 1970s-feathered goodness? Check.
Hickory Farms regular Beef Stick and pepper cheese? Check.
A whole bottle of Yellowtail shiraz to myself? Aw, yeeeeeeeeeah.

Now, if y'all don't mind, the boys and I are going to settle in with Reeg and kiss 2004 the hell goodbye. Wishing everyone a Happy, prosperous and creative New Year from NWI, this is Broad, signing off for the year (unless, of course, something really cool happens. But I think it's just going to be quiet, and that's coo.)
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Thursday, December 30, 2004
Why couldn’t MY Fishnuts be like theirs?
Since I'm now persona non grata with Mother's family, here's where I want to spend the holidays next year: Lookit

"YOU WISH YOUR BABIES COULD GROW CHEST HAIR LIKE THIS!!!"

[Courtesy of dong, my super-sekrit boyfriend.]
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Out for blood
Amazing thing, the human female body. This morning, I woke up still ready to tear the heads off small woodland creatures and chew them, and now with the onset of menses, I'm perfectly calm and looking forward to drinking myself stupid with coworkers tonight. But I'll tell you what: If menopause is going to be ANYTHING like the last few days? Dude. I'm going to be a bitch.

Not that I'm completely over a comment that was left for me yesterday questioning my empathy toward Southeast Asia these days; now, I'm just more scratching my head that someone could be so retarded. I mean, if you think I stand for something you don't like, then it's your option not to read me. But I don't want to hear it, either, especially on your first comment here ever and even more if I don't know you or read you, which I don't and won't now. Dumbass.

You know, something tells me my commenter also has magnets on their car ...
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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
You can’t HAN-dle the TRUTH!
Today, Mother decided she was going to get to the bottom of why Cousin the Rich One got her a present and not me, after I told her not to say anything. And of course, I'm the one that's in the wrong, because Cousin the Rich One didn't get an aunt anything, either and that no, she's not going to call to talk to me about it because the phone lines would be on fire, she's just that mad that I would have the gall to be upset about it -- just like I TOLD MOTHER WOULD HAPPEN WHEN I SAID NOT TO SAY ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. Now? Guess who's been wronged in all of it? That would be Mother, because she just wanted to "know the truth."

Yep. Nothing like taking the joy out of living some days.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Drowning in a sea of something
The most fucked-up thing to me about the tsunami disaster? For some reason, don't ask me what, I've always equated tsunamis with hurricanes and ominous, horrifying skies. So I'm watching shots of it last night on Nightline, and everything's sunny and happy and whoa! Holy shit! That's a gi-normous wave! Eating the coast! In the sunshine! That ain't right.

So, my day turned out less crappy as it trudged on yesterday: I did talk to my one editor later and everything seems to be all right, and another editor was kind enough to let me include the two stories I worked on yesterday in my woefully pathetic requisition for this pay period so I won't starve. After all, it's a slow time of year. (Digression: Star Jonesreynolds just told Jessica Simpson that her voice is "on point." I'm not sure why I want to stick a fork in my ear more -- because she said "Your voice is ON POINT" or the fact that she's lying and blowing sunshine up Simpson's ass because I can't STAND her mush-mouthed voice. Shudder). The other stuff? Well, lemme tell you a story:
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Monday, December 27, 2004
Fucking day
What a shitty day, man -- first I get my ass handed to me by one of my editors (not that it wasn't uncalled for, exactly, but what unnerves me is she hasn't called me back after I apologized), and then Greta calls me to tell me that she's pretty sure she's losing her job tomorrow. And that's not all, but I'm in the midst of two stories, so I'll let y'all in on the rest later.

The only things that have saved this day are the fact that I'm just about to polish off my Hickory Farms Cajun Beef Stick and the following, which I wrote about a certain official who keeps doing really bad things in the town of Schererville:
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More from Hairy Fishnuts, 2004
More from Hairy Fishnuts, 2004
More from Hairy Fishnuts, 2004,
originally uploaded by Region Broad.
This was the happy part of Fishnuts Eve, when I was Jill and Jon's my future crib. Yeah, that was a lot of cabernet.

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Saturday, December 25, 2004
Hairy Fishnuts: The aftermath (or, I need a Goddamned drink)
Ok, so my Christmas? Not as good as originally anticipated. Oh, I tried to put a brave front today like it was all frankincense and myrrh, but yesterday afternoon? Was a pile of camel shit.
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Hairy Fishnuts, pt. 2
How do you know if your liver hurts? Because man! that was a lot of vino last night. But remarkably, I'm not hangin' this morning, because the wonders of water have once again not ceased to amaze me. I did feel an ache in my upper left back, though.

So, I just got me one of them flickr accounts, and I'm going to show you some pictures from yesterday, including the ones where I was really, really smashed on cabernet. That is, when I figure out how to post the damn pictures to it.

Oh! One more thing: Congrats to my homies Tara and Sean, who're one step closer to matrimonial hell with the receipt of Tara's one-carat sapphire and diamond engagement ring this morning! Woo! Sean's become a man! And I KNOW Tara's not going to make me wear a stupid ugly dress, either. Right? RIGHT!?!?! And that she's not going to wear panty hose with open-toed shoes if that's what she gets!?!? (Arms crossed, cocks eyebrow and taps foot.) Because you KNOW I'll call you out on that.
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Friday, December 24, 2004
Hairy Fishnuts, yo!
It's after 1 a.m. and I'm piss-durnk on about, oh, two-ish bottles fo Cabernet (which always fucks me up). But it's Christma, yo! So far, I've gottne a lovely pomegranate and pear candle, incence oil and ornametnst from Jill, who;s criub I just got back from (muy fun, and I still love their house ans covet it for my own), and I'll be ordering my new bedding soonest from Mother. What would've been really cool? If the fucking one guy would've picked up the phone when I said I was drunk and wanted to stop by because I was in the mood, but I guess it doesn't work that way. But you know what? Fuck that and him, because it's Christmas, and I had a great time with family and friends who I know care avout me.

Hope y'all's holiday is just as groovy.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
A lovely early Christmas present
Behold the person who's going to be doing some free-lance marketing stuff for an environmental company. (Yeah, that would be me, y'all.) The owners of the company are old family friends, and although they've been reasonably successful so far, they want to do more marketing. Well, I ran into the husband, and he mentioned that they needed help and if I knew anyone, to which I said I didn't, but if they needed help until they got someone in house, I'd be happy to lend a hand. And they said, "Cool!" Woo! And we settled on a healthy hourly wage, too! Double woo!

Of course, the buzzkill to all this is that the wife ended up informing me that a cousin on my dad's side was killed in a car wreck yesterday morning about midnight. (The reason she knew before Mother and I did was because she belongs to a prayer chain at the church my aunt and uncle belong to.) All we know for sure is that Gary, my cousin, and his wife were hit by an 18 year-old, and Gary died at the scene -- possibly on impact -- while his wife suffered a punctured lung and has been sedated since shortly after arriving at the hospital. He leaves behind two college-age daughters.

No word on whether the kid was fucked-up or not, but their part of the woods is getting hammered with snow right now.
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Since everyone else did it …
I'm a generally unfuckwitted, liberal, disgustingly generous, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
What are you?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

[Horked from Kaffy, who got it from Headcase]
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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
No references to squid, please
There's a reason I love Screenhead, who's written by my super-sekrit boyfriend dong: It posts things like The 213 Things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the Army. I've reposted them below. And -- and! -- Skippy has another great idea about how to support the troops that doesn't involve sticking stupid magnets on your car, making a shout-out perfectly necessary. [Courtesy of dong resin by way of Screenhead]:
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Monday, December 20, 2004
Perverts in advertising
Is it just me, or could one mistake the little girl singing in that Duracell commerical for saying "Glory Hole" if you're kind of listening half-assed?

The world can breathe a collective sigh of relief that I? No longer look like a ridden-hard trucker broad; the great Emperor Warrior Kendar took pity on me last night and dyed my roots. It's now all coppery again, with lovely plum lowlights. Now, I just need a facial ...
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Sunday, December 19, 2004
Does the fact that I don’t do Xbox count against me?

You Are Boyish Sexy

You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football... Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox. You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness. What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz grin

Come to think of it, I don't do touch football, either. Does sitting around the bar doing shots with the boys count?

[Horked from colleen by way of the Snidge.]
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