Save Lando

and more beads (if you know what i’m saying)

so i’m looking at new phones. the contract Loops and I have expires soon, and seeing as how my phone was destroyed in a coffee accident, i’ve been ready for one for about a month and a half (or year). if anyone has any suggestions, comments about any phones, drop a note. we use sprint, and it’s a bonus if it can withstand large amount of water and/or coffee. right now, looking at the lg lotus, but i have a month to decide…

let’s see, what else has happened lately? my sister had a birthday recently. to celebrate, the fam got together at my jesus freak aunt’s residence. it was mostly enjoyable, save for a 10 minute period where my aunt insisted on playing a song that reminded her of my sister. granted, my sister has had some shady moments in her past that she’s gotten over and moved away from. everyone has things they’ve done that they’re not proud of. the words to this song so infuriated me that i had to leave the room and vent in private. the lyrics alluded to the singer being an addict and a whore before finding jesus. my sister was and is neither, and if it was even halfway acceptable to slap an old woman in her own house, i’d throw myself a fucking parade.

have i mentioned lately that i hate people? i’ve had a bit of a short fuse lately around other people. it’s like i’m covered in buttons that, when pushed, annoy the shit out of me and everyone wants a damned hug. also, what the hell is with the ed hardy clothes? i’m not sure how widespread this trend is, but its single handedly warming up my “stabbin’ arm”. hell, its oklahoma here, this trend may have run its course everywhere else. if it hasn’t, someone please kill the head so the body will die. please?

and speaking of killing the head. yon Dr. Booty (long time no hear) has been having a semi-eventful existence since moving away. sepereated and divorced from his wife, went batshit crazy and tried suicide. spent most of the last year or two in and out of mental institutions and being homeless. he got a goat’s head pentagram tattoo on his arm. he’d found and lost jesus, told me recently that he’s tired of taking medication, and that he just won’t anymore. i reminded him that our good friend J9 decided the same thing, and look how that turned out. for those of you not in the know, J9 committed suicide a few years back. hopefully, the message got through. I’d rather not have another crazy, dead friend. (r.i.p. Jeff)

in much happier news, the Boho birthed her second child recently. 11 lbs 12 oz.? dear lord Katty. i hope you went cesarian, because if you didn’t, someone’s going to have to call all the king’s horses and all the king’s men just to put your no-no area back together again. best wishes to be and stay healthy and happy with your new bundle of joy. ok, i made a phone call. I had to know for sure. it was a natural childbirth. egads, EVEN MY VAGINA ACHES.