Now, this will only hurt for a minute....

Hey. Its me. Yea, the strange one with all the tattoos. I haven't been by for a while, Ive kinda dug in and about now, Im starting to crawl out. My faith in myself has been tried. And my test scores are most def the kind with the big, red Sharpie ring and the note "You can do SO much better than THIS"  But ya know, I have to say, as sorry as I am that I had to see this shitty report card, I earned it. Every bit.   So that said,  Ive relocated my big girl panties and my "pound that-head of cabbage up yer ass" attitude. And as Id hoped, they both feel really good on.
                                               Let the games commence.

The Fuck?

We had such grand plans for this blog.  FanStacia looked up tramp stamps for days to make this happen.  Where are all the fucking blog posts?

Wanted: Motivation

I have an awesome job and a pretty rocking life, but lately, I don't want to have anything to do with either.  I have so much stuff that needs to get done at work and home that all I want to do is sit and ignore it all.  And while it was nice for a day or two, emails from my boss and dishes piling up are starting to ruin the awesomeness of doing nothing.  If I could get paid to just sit on the couch with my dogs and watch bad television, I would be stoked.  And have time for bike rides.  Those are pretty awesome with the right folks.  Of course, I'd need to get paid enough to hire some help.  A cleaning crew, gardener, cook, someone to do laundry, and while I'm at it, I'd like to hire someone to suck the husband's dick for me.  Hmmm...maybe I could do the mail order bride thing.  I think I want one from Thailand because then she could make that really yummy coconut soup that they serve in a flaming pot.  In fact, I bet I could get my new Thai bride to do all of the stuff that needs doing.  How much do they run?  Or...I could hunt up my motivation, get off my ass and start acting like a good wife/employee/friend.  But then who would make me soup?

Random Thoughts by FanStacia

My thought for the day is this...When people compliment you, no matter what it is, a great job at work or your hair looks nice, or you smell good, whatever...you shouldn't act all modest and say it was nothing or disagree with them.  You should just say thank you.  Because one day no one will notice anymore.  And then you'll be sad.


Also, no songs should ever be written in D sharp minor eleventh.  Just saying...

Thanks Kierkegaard

The word angst was introduced into English from Danish angst via existentialist Søren Kierkegaard. It is used in English to describe an intense feeling of apprehension, anxiety, or inner turmoil.

I've got a boatload of angst and seemingly no way to get rid of it.  Suggestions?

Every Thing IS Bigger In Tex-Ass

Stevil Kinevil of All Hail The Black Market found footage of  My Sweet 16

Random Thoughts By FanStacia

Usually when I have these random thought moments I start off thinking about something important.  Unfortunately it always morphs into something absolutely ridiculous.  Much like today.  So, I'm laying on my couch thinking about important stuff then I wondered, in my head not out loud because only crazy people do that, what kind of weapon would I be most effective with during the zombie apocalypse?  I had images of me dancing around like Johnny Depp in Pirates using a wicked awesome sword.  And then I decided I wanted a giant double headed ax that was all decked out with jewels and stuff.  But then I realized that my upper body strength is seriously lacking so if I could even lift either of those, I'd maybe get in one whack and be done for.

So then I thought...FanStacia, you need to stick with your strengths. And then it was just easy.  These are my zombie apocalypse weapon.

I like shoes.  I have great legs.  And I like kicking people.  They're perfect.  

Okay...maybe they're a bit ostentatious, but I'm sure I could pull them together nicely with some bangle bracelets and a pair of conservation studs.

After I figured it out, I imagined Lamb Chop and I sparring.  I was very stealth and cool giving her a couple of precise round houses to the throat while she jumped around making noises like on The Three Stooges trying to jab me in the eye with a spork.  She's totally lucky we're on the same team. :)