Showing posts with label all about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label all about me. Show all posts

Friday, March 30, 2007

Freakin' Sweet!

Oh yea! I slept in...

...til oh, almost 7:25 am!!!

It seems the construction going on behind our new condo is in over-drive now and, bless them, they DO wait 'til almost 7 am in the morning to start. Once 7 am HAS hit though, look out.

This morning it seems that a back loader was perpetually going in reverse for about 20 mins, 'cause all I could hear was that frickin' *BEEP BEEP BEEP* they make...


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Oh well... I had a leisurely morning so far.

Had breakie with me man and then sent his ass packing to work by 8:10. And since then, my ass has been fining it's 'ahhh, just right' spot on the sofa. Got another cuppa-joe and now it's time for my all day Family Guy-fest.



Giggity-Giggity-Giggity!



Thursday, March 15, 2007

What the Hell?!?!


Ok so I should probably explain...



Why I'm here?



I already have a website. Actually my partner Didier and I have a website; but that's about US and well, quite frankly this is all about ME... well ok, more precisely it's all about the old lady in my head. I like to call her Kitty. Imagine 'Sophia' from the 'Golden Girls' throw in a little 'Karen Walker' from 'Will & Grace' and 'Estelle Costanza' from 'Seinfeld'...and you've got Kitty. She's old, senile, drunk and loud. She's quite often internally commenting on people she sees on the Metro, Bus, walking down the street, things on TV, and so on.



So I thought this would be a good outlet for her... and even possibly a little entertaining for y'all.



OK, no really, Why am I here?



No seriously, what I'm saying above is the truth. That, and I've spent the last few days reading other peoples blogs; Nat Lauzon , her Mother Ma Horton and a few others... I had never really given much time to Blogs before, but then after reading theirs I was inspired, and thought, "Hell, I could do this. It could be fun." Leave my mark, er, um, Kitty's mark on the web.





Look, all you REALLY have to understand is that I/we LIVE for Leopard print. I cant explain it, but it's REAL and it's DEEP. I can spot an item in Leopard print at 50 paces, be it coat, a scarf, a piece of furniture, a candle holder or a pencil. Not only does this mother have Gay-dar. (All us fags come equipped) but I also have Leopard-dar , otherwise known as Leo-dar. If you can grasp that Leopard print is more a lifestyle, a way of life, then the rest will fall into place...



That's all I'm gonna say for now because, well, quite frankly; it's late, I'm tired, I don't even know if this will post right, and well.... that danish I had today has finally decided to kick in!