Attended (e:theecarey) 's graduation ceremony today. It made me a bit sniffly.

I am so very proud of my longest and bestest friend!!! :)


I took pictures of it with her camera (which hates me), going so far as to scoot up to the stage when she walked across it. She'll probably want to kill me once she checks them out though, as apparently no one has ever told me I am retarded. (but I still choose to believe the little bastard camera has a vendetta against me.)


Anyway, I just got home from zee work and I am zee tired, so sleep well, (e:strip)pers! :)

P.S. Check out this link:

It's a Russian site- just type your name in and push the button!

Check out this link

This woman and the other 100 members in her "church" (which is called the Westboro Baptist Church, but thankfully is not linked to any legitimate churches and 80% of which she admits are her family members) decided that it was a good idea to protest outside of the funerals of American soldiers with signs reading "Thank God for Dead Soldiers", "Don't Worship the Dead", "God Hates You", etc...

Their website for their "church" is named God Hates Fags

So much for "Love thy neighbor", eh?

I aboslutely love her logic. Gays in America=God Hates Us=9/11=Iraq War=Dead Soldiers.

But apparently the moronic tendacies do not end with her. Her father organized a protest outside of the Holocaust Museum at some point.

• shudders*

Gotta love these frigging whack job cultists who spew bullshit in the name of religion.

I've got a thing for Matthew Good. I have for a long, long time.
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's because he's an awesome singer, maybe it's because he's a nerdy boy, maybe it's simply b/c I find Canadians hot.

Anyway, he made a stop in Buffalo last October for his first tour in 3 years. I surprised my boyfriend w/ tickets the day of the concert (b/c, oddly enough, Matt Good is his favorite artist) and the show was amazing.

Over the weekend, during our Spot chat, (e:theecarey) and I started talking about Matthew Good. I played a few songs for her on my iPod, but she didn't recognise them @ all.

As per usual, my chats w/ (e:theecarey) end up being precursors of things to come. (it happens often w/ us, but is still weird when it happens)


This morning,while en route to the dentist after my fabulous midnight shift, my boy called me and asked one question....

"Guess who's coming back to Club Infinity?"

After the dentist I made a beeline to Tops and purchased tickets to Matthew Good's ONLY AMERICAN DATE on his solo acoustic tour. :D



I am way too easily amused. :)

Moving has got to be the worst thing in the world. Uprooting everything in your house, our belongings in boxes, then trying to sort through the mess to find a place for everything under a new roof.

I, however, lucked out in this aspect...my things have been in storage for almost a year and a half. Going through my boxes while preparing to move was like having Christmas all over again. So many things I forgot I had...So much crap my ex-husband never picked up that went right in the trash.

But now I move onto the super fun part...cleaning, painting, coordinating when the utility people come to the house/vs my swing-shift scedule, hoping that my LR furniture fits!! ARGH!

BUT....the benefits of getting the hell out of my house far outweigh all these issues. I guess I can sacrifice my 4-day weekend for the sake of independence. :D

That is all.