Life or Something Like (B)it: the Feral Brothers

April 22, 2008

Ugh

That about sums up how I feel this morning. I might be getting a bug. Or it could just be that my sleep cycle is all discombobulated. Not sure. I do want to shoot Dummy. He bugged the hell out of me last night. I don't care how beautiful he is, I'm pissed at him. So irked, in fact, that I was dreaming I was in an odd house where the next door neighbors kept breaking in, trying to steal him. When they couldn't get him, they enlisted all their friends, of whom there were many, to toss beer and soda cans into our yard. In the dream, I was really angry. To the point of calling the cops angry. I had my kid snapping pics of them for evidence. The dream made no sense. I was pissed at Dummy. Why would I be pissed at someone for trying to steal him? I would have given him away at any point last night!

Other than bitching about Dummy, I'm too tired to give you much of anything today. However, I do want to mention the fact that my daughter is in a frenzy of excitement. Concert? New boyfriend? Chili cheese fries? None of the above. She's saving to go to Warped Tour in Portland. (Don't ask. I'm still pissed at the kids for this idea.) She and Invincible Morrison, the boyfriend, are apparently back together after a very brief breakup due to his clingyness which is now gone. She does love chili cheese fries, but I haven't bought her any in awhile. No, she's excited because I got her a domain name yesterday.

She wants a blog. She's been working on different name and theme ideas for a short while. Finally, she comes up with something like Sissies Stay Home. Something about being socially dead. I, in all my brilliance, go to ShareArea.com, the registrar where my domains are. (ShareArea.com is owned by Mike Wallace, who is the creator of the horse racing sim where I'm message board moderator. I think after 5 years in the game, and now being made a mod, I can call Mike a friend.) I look up sociallydead.com and it's available. I IM my kid. She says Ooooooh! I tell her, Blog Name: Socially Dead. Tagline: Life is Tough, when you have no Life. She says, I WANT. ME LIKEY. So at lunch I register the domain and make this:

That's a banner sized version of the blog header. Now I just have to get the hosting sorted out, enter the nameservers, and wait for propagation time. My kid is so excited her boobs are jiggling. No, wait. Those jiggle anyway. Heh. Once the blog is up and launched, we'll have a little Grand Opening and I'll ask everyone to stop by and wish her well with her blogginess.

Okay, that's all I have for today, other than... UGH. I don't feel so good. Hope you all feel better than me. Have a great Tuesday.

March 25, 2008

Humpday Hotness

Now that the cleavage contest at Fab's is over with, I am going to prove that I do indeed have Frederick's enhanced cleavage. If only I had been able to find the high res images so that I could cut my face out and have the pic be bigger than my fingernail. I could have taken the winner. Well, maybe not. I'll let you folks decide.

My boobage isn't really as big as the corset makes them seem. I'm pretty much a handful for the average man. C cup average. Not big enough to give me a backache nor small enough to have be advertising for a sugar daddy to buy me bigger ones. I wouldn't want fakes anyway. Not my thing at all.

Well, the sim was down so I got not one horse in 22 stables entered. I wasn't in the mood anyway. I made a graphic for a hot Scots who pretty much batted his eyelashes at me and told me I was a star. I'm a sucker for sincere flattery from a hot man. Fab knows how to turn me into a puddle. See yesterday's comments. In Matt's case, a Holy Jeebus, a flash of his organ, and a promise of hot wings, and I'm buying a ticket to Bagwine. I tell you, someone better be getting some, cause Jeebus knows I ain't. Actually, I think Neko the Mean Kitty got some. She sure looks prego to me. And my kid promised me Swirly was failing his attempts! I heard her yelling at him, "Swirly! You fail!" So I figured he was too stupid to pork the girl. I guess silent old Fat Dummy got busy while we were all asleep. You always gotta watch out for those quiet, fat guys.

I have my TT for tomorrow all figured out, so it should be a piece of cake. However, I'm having Bar issues and getting depressed over it. I suppose I'm not getting enough feedback or accolades or something. Everyone is too busy to be bothered to read, so I look at my characters and tell them, "No one cares, so I'm not writing you today. I'm off to read Kyra's blog!" They look really sad. And then, when I go to write them, they won't cooperate because they think no one loves them any more. I don't know what to tell them. We have a lot of members. I just don't think people are coming around and reading. And half the characters are Jen's and she's not posting so the other characters think it's vacation or something. Maybe, I'll put all my characters on a plane and do a Lost version of the Bar.

I'm tired, so I'm posting hotties. I don't feel like blogging really. I'm just babbling anyway. You weren't really reading this shit, were you? At any rate, there's cleavage and hotties. Something for everyone. I'm going to bed to stare at Anderson Cooper and pretend to sleep.