saturday 10:00 a.m.
hi its early sat. and i'm getting ready to jet off to work... double header... i'm on early hopefully make a little fast cash then i must spirit myself back home and get ready to re-celebrate my BIRFDAY with my crew, my posse, my dogs, the welk, the sinner and the flying V's. should be grand. i'm totally pooped however from working every night (except my actual birfday) and "celebrating" my and other various birfdays... ENOUGH already... man oh man i'm getting flash backs from beer cans over Clifton and those days. geeez... good news is I DON'T HAVE TO WORK AGAIN TILL NEXT SATURDAY. so that's a handful of time off praise G.
anyhoo i gotta go pour my coffee, and comb my HAIRDO!!! and get outta here.
later all,
ms. honkey, dj crazy nickname, baby fea, the stoney b.,
thea

wednesday - AUGUST 6 A.K.A. MY BIRFDAY!!!
how nice.
sadly i slept most of my birfday because i had a ripping hang over from drinking with the fellas at the bar the previous night. ugggh. so i only got to actually functioning around 3:30... when i ran out to the store for some last minute gift items for my moms its her BIRFDAY this week as well. (side note: i got a gift card from my dear friend michelle... who's BIRFDAY is this week too... but i used it to get this cool little fountain for in my living room - and boy do that cats think it's the coolest water dish ever). anyhow got back with only enough time to vacuum, shower and get ready because my parents said they'd be over at 5 - so that was nice i got some $$ and some jimcrackerie from them and various relatives. we went to dinner at don's lighthouse (too expensive if you ask me) where i had SEXY FISH but of course.. (still not as sexy as joes wedding fish), i got home too late to attend the show at the rock hall (i hope the satans satellites played FA-FA-FRANKENSTEIN, OR DA-DA-DRACULA or WA-WA-WAREWOLF). Then i quick darted over the sinners i needed to print something off the welk's emailcomputer off internet.com - and we sat outside, had a dessert and coffee and enjoyed the closing of my BIRFDAY. (the celebration of which will continue tomorrow at work and on to saturday when it is dinner wif my dogs).
1. big ups to chris for his thoughtful blog - and birfday wishes. i think the reason i'm ultra light "on mic" is because my mouth is so foul when i'm actually shredding on someone that it could spell disaster for the show... it tends to get coarse. also i must say.. "right back at you my dog" i was telling my parents how, after my surgery whilst in my hospital room i would call chris but i'd have to get off the phone really quickly because it hurt so much to laugh and thats all i did..
2. big ups to my parents for a nice birfday dinner
3. big ups to ALL the listeners who emailed in BIRFDAY wishes
4. big ups to the welk,sinner,maj,dan as always
5. big ups to coming home and seeing the episode of seinfeld with the merv griffen set.
5. big ups to god, alan alda, oranges, nectarines and my cat franny for busting out of the house today to lay an asswhipping on chester and then daintily turning around and walking back to the porch like the little shit kicker ballerina she is.
6. BIG UPS TO EVERYONE
hasta la bye bye
thea

sunday
hi its sunday night... 10:05 or so and i'm about to go to bed. coffee set up - check, big ice water in hand - check, crispy apple and banana set aside - check.. looks like all systems are go.
so today i didn't do a whole hell of alot. but i feel hopeful for some retarded reason.. did you ever get that?? the mysterious feeling based on nothing, that tells you to go buy a lottery ticket, or something stupid like that... just over all like... "hmmm i feel like theres a turn coming in the road ahead..i hope it goes somewhere cool". these feelings come not as often as the "humanity is a disgusting cesspool and my life is a big fat zero" feelings do - but they're fun while they last.
anyhoo this week is my BIRFDAY!!!!!!!!!! yeahhhh dog. however the week is tinged with bitterness... because i have to fucking work like almost every day... ick. don't worry i'll make the best of it - i'll tell my bar patrons - "DON'T FUCK WIF ME - ITS MA BIRFDAY"... actually cheesy as it is posting a sign at the bar that says "it's my birfday - tip bigger!" worked really well in the past and i'm certainly not above using it again. hooray for money.
anyhooo i'm off to my boudoir...with my large water and good thoughts for tomorrow.
rock on people and i talk to later.
fea