Happy New Year

I'm writing this now because I plan to be pretty well smashed by midnight. Happy New Year everyone. I plan on ringing in the New Year all by my lonely self. I'm drinking wine now and I bought myself a nice bottle of Korbel. Everyone have a safe and pleasurable holiday.

posted by Beth 8:49 PM . . .

Oh my

Danzig is on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Fucking Danzig.......Aqua Teen Hunger Force.......oh my.

posted by Beth 12:12 AM . . .

And I'm not even a Star Trek enthusiast


You are a Defiant-class Escort, the Federation's
muscleman. People trust their safety onto you,
and you deliver. You're not about to let your
small-profile go un-noticed. People who think
you're an easy target will be sorely mistaken.


Which Class of Federation Starship are you?
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That's right, I may be short, but I'm fiesty!! Don't make me hurt you!

posted by Beth 12:08 AM . . .

How now, brown cow

How glad am I that I don't eat cow. It's not a moral issue with me. I have teeth designed for the shredding and grinding of flesh as well as the nibbling of leafy greens. I just don't like red meat. No matter how much ya cook it, it always tastes like blood to me. I think chickens and pigs are cute, sure, but I eat them too. I firmly believe if a cow was hungry enough and couldn't find any yummy grass to eat, it would try to eat you. Survival and all. So you better believe if it came down to me and a chicken, the chicken is going down.

posted by Beth 6:42 PM . . .

There she is, Miss America

I think I'd do well as a pageant contestant. I have that fake smile thing down pat. I smile a lot, I laugh a lot, but for the most part I'm pretty indifferent to the world around me. I learned early that if you don't look happy, people ask questions. Questions that just make everything harder. It's easier to just look happy and well adjusted. I don't really remember a time that I didn't feel empty. Sometimes I do things just to prove to myself that I can still feel, that something is inside. I'm a truly morbid person, I know that. I watch Forensic Files and Cold Cases and shows like that because I figureif I can sympathize with the families and the victims, there must still be a heart beating in me somewhere. It's obviously still there, because it seems to get metophorically broken on a daily basis. So pretty much, I'm either feeling basically nothing, or desperate heart break. Can someone flip my switch to happy? I can't seem to reach it by myself....I don't bend that way.

posted by Beth 12:57 PM . . .