If I EVER Get Married…
This music will play sometime during the course of the day. It’s so beautiful and epic and amazing. Cuban Overture by Gershwin. YES!
Big Momma Thorton
Big Momma Thorton. R&B Legend. Blues QUEEN. Played with the Muddy Waters Blues Band. She is the TRUTH. Her rendition of Gershwin’s Summertime IS sex. SEX. Big time. Learn yourself some real music.
The ever genius-ical, Lou Plata

Lou and I will take over the world one day. Okay, Lou will write the code to do it, and I will just promote our victory so everyone comes to the party...but it will be fucking awesome, nonetheless.
There are a few things that I know are FOR SERIOUS in this world.
1) My mom will never smoke pot. I mean, she should. But she never will.
2) My bosoms will ALWAYS be big.
3) I will ALWAYS speak my mind. Even in quiet libraries and churches.
4) My blatant and intense use of the work FUCK is going to be documented in my eulogy.
5) Lou Plata will always be the second person I pray to for help…other than Papa Dios, of course. Oh, and Oprah. (But I only pray to her when she is giving away cars and shit.)
The MAN is watching YOU!!
Your new Facebook ‘friend’ may be the FBI
Agents are logging on to exchange messages with suspects, and more
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WASHINGTON – The Feds are on Facebook. And MySpace, LinkedIn and Twitter, too.
U.S. law enforcement agents are following the rest of the Internet world into popular social-networking services, going undercover with false online profiles to communicate with suspects and gather private information, according to an internal Justice Department document that offers a tantalizing glimpse of issues related to privacy and crime-fighting.
Think you know who’s behind that “friend” request? Think again. Your new “friend” just might be the FBI.
I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!! <3

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!
I don’t usually like to blog to rant and rave. I leave that to the people who need to be angry at strangers who read their shit. You know the type of uptight assholes I am referring to…the people who sigh loudly and tap their feet when you have 11 items in the 10 items or less lane at the W. Dixie at 3 a.m. (You know who you are, over-bleached, blonde-haired bitch! I’ll fucking kill you the next time you tell me that my 2-for-1 bagels count as two items. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! lol)
I am not that kind of blogger.
I like to talk to my readers.
I like to fucking relate.
Hi. How you doin’? I’m goobs. Let’s chat.
Dean-o. Neat-o.
One day I am going to be in love with a man who
will take me dancing to a place that plays this music and we will dance.
And my dress will flutter and
sway.
like a Hollywood movie.
A Call For Revolution.
It’s March 7, 2010 and it is the first time this year I have stopped to even think about the new year and what things it might bring. An entire 3 months and seven days have passed me by and there have been no resolutions, no vows to better myself and reconstruct. Shit, I haven’t even thought about dieting. Seriously. Because from the first few seconds of it’s commencement, 2010 has whispered to me one word and one word only. REVOLUTION. That one word, like the beat of a faraway drum. A pounding that although faint, resounds enough to imprint its pulse on my soul. REVOLUTION. And although I am not sure what that word means to me at this point in my life, its call to me is undeniable. It scares me. It piques my interest. It excites me. It’s terrifying and thrilling in it’s resolute frankness. REVOLUTION. There is a charge in this 2010 air. You can feel it on the streets and in the people, too. REVOLUTION. All of us, so long stifled by intangible foes with monikers like recession and unemployment and fear, well, word about town is that we will no longer be putting up with that shit…thank you very much. We, the people have decided to let them, those people know that we will no longer be adhering to those ideals. REVOLUTION! The intensity moving strangers to perform amazing acts of compassion and charity. REVOLUTION! Hands and hearts answering the call of need, and joining the movement to aide our Haitian brothers and sisters who are in the direst of straits. REVOLUTION. People Dream of the kind of world you want to live in. Dream out LOUD. Revolution. REVOLUTION. REVOLUTION! Why? Because WE can. -goobs
Brown Eyes, Lady Gaga
I am not really a fan of hers, but I love the mechanical dress and I like this song.
It has a very Elton John feel to it.
Digs.
when you’re smiling
If only people knew I was smiling because I was secretly plotting to kill them.
