Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

The stock market is on very shaky ground. Polar bears are starving and therefore being forced to become cannibals. And Clay Aiken finally admits that he's gay in an upcoming magazine interview. The world MUST be coming to and end. I've suspected that the end of the world is near for about the past twenty years or so. Not only because those crazy loons on the street corners hold signs up stating that we should all "be prepared for the end is near"! No my friends... the reason I know that the world is nearing the end of times is because well... I said so. So since the world is ending, I guess the best thing to do then is just lie quietly on the floor with a paper bag over your head until the end. Can you tell I'm irritable? I haven't been sleeping very well thanks to this allergy/cold/sinus crap I've had now for over a week. And for some strange reason I've felt compelled to pay attention to the current goings on in the news media. Which just ma...

Buffalo, NY... under attack. A swarm of yellow jackets has decided to try to infiltrate my truck. Dirty bastards... they'll never take me alive! Muahahahaha ! (Sign #161 that you've gone insane: You think bees are the Enemy and that they're trying to kill you.)

So yesterday I grubbed on what I consider the worst ever Mac-n-Cheese that's ever touched my tongue. It was "Chef Boyardee's Mac-n-Cheese" in a peel top can. I must say I can't even give it a star rating because it was just THAT horrible. I ate the whole damn thing, however, because I did take the time to cook it up and I'm not a big fan of wasting food. I ate it all and wished I'd never bought it. But I'm a sucker for Mac-n-Cheese and thought that maybe it'd be worth the buck fifty I paid for it. It wasn't. Well anywho. I don't really have anything too exciting to blog about. I had a nice nearly 5 days off over the past weekend. I enjoyed a trip to visit the ol' man's dad; a belated birthday celebration with my sister and her family; a great visit with my pawpaw; a half day of getting repeatedly stabbed with a needle at the tattoo shop; a quick drink with my BFF; some excellent quality time with my sweetums; and a whole lot more. U...

I find it entertaining that my last post has drawn out so many voices. No matter what they say, the good, the bad and the ugly... I like it. Makes me feel all special and stuff. hahaha I have been learning to cope with being called "sir" since I let the ol' man loose with clippers on my head. It's been a total of 5 times now that I've had to correct someone by pointing out that I do indeed have boobs. Of course I suppose that doesn't really matter since half of the truck driving males out here have man-boobs. I saw a guy today with boobs much bigger than my own. I thought about asking if he needed a good "lift and separate" but I thought he might not understand the humor in such a question. UGH - I'm bored out of my mind today. I drove all of 350 miles from MD to NY today and I am now sitting here waiting to sleep. After sleep I can wake up. And after I wake up I can drive 20 miles to where I will deliver the rest of the load that is in ...

I generally title a blog before I write it. You don't know it, but as I type this one... it's untitled. When you read it I'm sure it will have title... as I think it is required by blogger that all blogs have a title. But as I started this blog, I just wasn't sure what an appropriate title would be. I have one little bit of news. Nothing special really just a tid-bit which might promote laughter. Since January when I cut off my long locks for a short stylish hair cut my better half has been nearly begging me to "cut it shorter". Actually a few months ago this request changed to "let me cut it for you". I always thought he was kidding, but persistence showed he was serious. This past weekend we were camping in Ohio with access to water and electricity and as he needed to be sheared, we took our clippers along for the trip. Sunday afternoon I shaved his head and he trimmed mine up. I was a little tipsy and didn't know what I was doing. I swear. He ...