Monday, July 29, 2019

A HELL OF A STORY!

with last weeks heat wave reek'n complete havoc across the entire planet
i barely survived without sizzle'n like a piece of bacon with a side of hollandazed and confused sauce...i mean seriously kittens...i was practically molest'n my fan in front of my frigid air conditioner...while my deviantly depraved dehumidifier watched in complete horror
BUTT...what else is new?

so after spend'n hours riffle'n thru my buried treasures from...well...let's just stick with many many MANY moons ago...shall we?...i came across
(HEY...keep it clean pervie's) the very 1st short story that i had ever written fer a paper in my tender teenage angst years durin' type'n class that i believe was the only A i had ever received in said class...(since i only did this 1 particular assignment thee entire course of the year) which is probably the only reason why i saved the paper...it would become a sorta precursor to what i would eventually become many many MANY moons later on in life...that i simply titled:

"SOME LIKE IT HOT"
though this had absolutely nothing to do with Marilyn...nor have i edited this school paper since i wrote it...& YES...i used proper punctuation back in the days as you will notice...so sue me cuz i didn't keep it up!...now hold on to yer patience & let's begin...shall we?

Sure you are probably sick of these long days of the below zero temperatures. You dream of sailing away to some exotic island like
Bermuda or Jamaica, laying on the beaches sucking up as many possible coconut drinks as your gut can take in and soaking up all the harmful ultra-violet rays from the sun until your body turns to a rotten brown and large bubbles of fleshy juices grow on your back.

Well, there is one place you can escape the cold, bitter death of winter. But this is not just an ordinary "come and go as you please" resort.
Nor is it a tourist attraction, though many people hear stories about how to get there. Keep in mind though, that if you enter, there is no exit.

I've been here once before. it's the perfect place i would love to see half this demented world live. Some actual human beings showed me how to
escape, but other grotesque forms of life calling themselves humans, are trying to get me committed again. Fear not, i shall never return.

I do still have some vivid memories of my once in a lifetime "home away
from home" vacation. I'll do my best to recap all of the heart-aching, back breaking, head twisting details as i can.

The first thing I remember about this place was that there was cherry-hot lava everywhere, oozing out from the sides of the walls like blood clots dripping out of an open heart wound. Giant crater-like ant hills spread about on the floor were also filled with the lava. Every time that a pocket of
air would get trapped inside the lava, it would pop as it reached the opening. I could hear the lava splatter and sizzle as it hit the charred rock floor. I did my best to avoid the splatters, but one small glob of lava scorched the side of my upper left leg. I was kind of glad that it happened, because it got rid of a sick and repulsive tattoo of a dirtball rabbit a friend put on me one night when i was loaded.

side not...apparently...my teacher noted that this last sentence was NOT relevant to my description in her notes...BITCH PUHLEEZ...this was MY
STORY...plus...i was a teen with 'tude fer fuck sakes...
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was relevant!

The steam from the thin cracks beneath my feet was so intense that it felt like a pack of wolves were puncturing my eyeballs with their sharp nails.
The heat wasn't any better. It was like I was sitting next to an egg and two slabs of bacon in a frying pan. Any minute I knew my body was going to be burnt to a crisp. So i started running around in a circle to try and create a small breeze.

After some time my feet were helplessly screaming for me to rest. So I found a rock that wasn't surrounded by lava and took a little break. The bottoms of my tennis shoes were melting off so I took them off and scraped the rest of the rubber that had stuck to the bottom of my feet.
Stroking the under-half of my feet, I felt the rush of a stinging feeling like i was being cut by every piece of paper in the world. The stinging got worse as a small amount of steam hissed out from beneath my feet. So I took off my shirt and ripped it in half and tied each piece around my feet.

I hadn't noticed it earlier, but as I grabbed in two huge breaths of air, the stench in the air was so putrid that every breath thereafter would burn the
insides of my throat and nose. Desperately I needed to find some water. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the tremendous amount of pain, and proceeded down a long, dark tunnel.

Upon finding a new tunnel, I noticed a change in the scenery. This path was much more narrow than the others. The walls had only small amounts
of lava seeping out of the tiny cracks. Steam from the ground was as hot as a sauna back home. Things were happening that were good for a change. I kept a stiff upper lip and hoped for a better outlook.

As I progressed further and further into the tunnel, the lava grew less and the steam got as cool as the summer nights. Then, in the clearing up ahead, I saw a bright and blinding light appear. As I moved closer to the light, still unable to see anything, noises started calling out my name.
Each had its own distinct tone of voice. Still squinting, I heard my name repeated and repeated over and over again. It sounded like a bunch of munchkins from the land of OZ. As the noises got louder and louder the pounding in my ears got worse.

I was too curious to see who was calling my name, that i didn't bother to worry about if I was going to go blind if i opened my eyes. I got down and laid on my back. Relaxing every muscle in my body I concentrated on
opening my eyes. I had gone through so much excruciating pain and over-exhaustion that it was hard to open my eyelids. For a second I paused. Then I proceeded to push every muscle in my body into my eyelids. With the start of my engine, I popped open my eyes. I had awakened.

~FIN~

well if you thought that was A HELL OF A STORY...then you ain't gonna wanna miss thee most anticipated one nite only FATHOM movie event of
 the year...this wednesday july 31st only...click here to check out the theater nearest you fer tickets...i flew to see this show at Carnegie Hall in NY last summer...and trust me...if you believe in the 1st amendment as yer Casper fear'n give'n right...then this movie IS NOT TO BE MISSED!
i personally predict this shall receive an Oscar nod fer the brilliantly hysterical and poignantly polished production by one KATHY GRIFFIN...if not a win fer best picture...just remember...you heard it here 1st kittens! 
now get off my dress!

Monday, July 22, 2019

too cool fer school!

well...after doin my annual summer clean'n of all my dirty filthy unsalted ...
adulted emails and such...i came (well...NOT this week yet...but there's still hope) across a blog i was write'n fer the last school season...so i figer'd there's no reason to wait...since i'm have'n brain tumors fer breakfast this week and can't seem to think of a gosh damn fuck'n thing to write about without hemorrhage'n my cerebral cortex over the shit storm that's come'n our way via our unfortunately MENTALLY DERANGED LIE'N SACK OF PIG SHIT and his band of desperado dipshit lick'n repuglicunts as usual...
thanx to those fuck'n family friendly upstand'n moralistically depraved deplorables and their acceptance of his all his bullshit at his pig fist'n rallies
BUTT...i digress!

though many might wish that their high school years was just a plethora...
of musical diddys and dudes...goin from a beauty queen to a bad ass

we all have had our own cross to bear in the trenches of high school...
whether we were just bein' the pin-up or the pinata

Molly was the painted saint fer all of us misfit Gen Xer's out there...
make'n millions off the pain of bein the most popular princess of our teenage angst...who secretly...we all wanted to be...or at the very least...have her as our very own personal BFF

but once the tantrums have faded...along with their looks...only then...at the 30 year reunion...you only wish'd you'd done everything on a much more grandioso scale...(well not go all Columbine mind you) so you could turn yer experience into some major bank account and get yer 
plump A-double snakes outta the funemployment line...even though i couldn't be bothered to show up this time around...i'm still contemplate'n my book/movie deals with the mucky mucks of tinsel town about my scandalously sordid school experiences...i'm think'n mine probably could be titled somethin' like "kiss my alabastered plump A double snakes: the diaries of an unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of their own universe" (simple and to the point don'tcha think?) or maybe "locker room liaisons" or how about "screw u2"
now i know these might sound more like porn titles...than pulitzer prize winners...but hey...it's my fuck'n story...so sue me if yer called about by yer real name in my flick...dick!

in the mean time...here's the list of my all time fav top 10 high school melodrama's that'll help you create yer very own million dollar box office smash hit you can start penn'n today and skip all that useless therapy

#10 even though this was originally released way back in the year 1982...
is the saturated punk classic with a hideous theme song by one Alice Cooper (that's pretty much a  pooper) but it has all the key elements of the rough and tough tales of survive'n the inner city schools...starr'n 80's hot daddy Perry King as the hot-to-trot teacher teacher and 50's ferry Roddy McDowall...if that ain't enough to scare the shit outta ya...
then Michael Fox (before the J) in his pseudo Dorothy Hamill do...will do...i swear it!

#9 sometimes bein' teachers pet is just not worth the complete hassle...
is all about the easily accessible non verbal world of titillation at yer finger tips these days...this dark tale of on-line chitter chatter...turns the table...and the fable...about a lil red hood and the big bad dirty mined wolf of a teacher

#8 live'n in some peaceful burbsville ain't all what it's cracked up to be...
is filmed in the backdrop of the 1970's...picture it...ABBA is everywhere and yer bein' brought up in an overly protective and religious household...(i can't even imagine)...but you can when you check out this brilliant dark drama starr'n a young Kristen Dunst...Kathleen Turner...James Woods
 and Minnesota's very own heart throb Josh Hartnett

#7 well beyond my blissless graduational years...the sleeper hit of 2001
made me wish i was back in high school fer just one more year and take the swim coach up on his offer to help beat his "erasers" after class...a quirky flick starr'n neo emo Thora Birch as Enid and her BFF...a very young starlett Miss Scarlett Johansson as Rebecca and her next door nerdy neighbor Steve Buscemi as Seymour...Enid can't graduate without her art class...but gets classed in art by Seymour...all while become'n the teachers fav-o-rit pet

#6 not everyone feels the need to feel pretty in pearls and perfume
the 1st of my 2 pix fer best high school flix by the ever talentedly beautiful Winona Ryder...as Dinky with her antisocial attitude in check...and the odd ball out amongst her peers...she anxiously awaits the arrival of her birth mother that she thinks abandoned her as a baby...while build'n her ark of misfit animals

#5 "plug it up...plug it up..."plug it up"...hey...do i need to say anymore?
experiences way more than she can handle...as if that first time when "flo comes to town" ain't hard enough...if this De Palma classic with Miss Spacek as the telekinetic teenage terror taught me a thing or two about high school is...is that you NEVER EVER fuck with the quiet ones...PERIOD!
ps...SPOILER ALERT...FUCK THE REMAKE and save yer money...i'da rather stuck tooth pix in my toenails thEn try and watch this waste of refried crap on a bagel to the end!

#4 how a total crush can really totally crush you to a pile of pathetic bits
from 1996...being a middle child is never easy...but bein a middle Weiner completely sux ass...especially when yer stuck between a nerdy dweeb fer an older brother and perky C-U-Next-Time fer a lil sister...but Dawn manages to find a purpose fer all those electrical circuits rage'n thru her fresh nubile body 

#3 what teenager doesn't feel like their life is fuck'd over?
starr'n Christina Applegate as Sue Ellen thinks her last summer before graduation is a free fer all when her mom decides to take a trip down under...only to find out her mother hired a nanny cam marinate'n in ben-gay and orthopedics to keep the clan in check and she ends up have'n to raise her younger sibs on petty cash and pizza while juggle'n a career in fashion

#2 try'na be the most popular pupil can turn out to be totally deadly...
is a fairly unknown black comedy masterpiece in my mind...
filmed in my very state of the Purple Paisley yoda himself...(RIP)
stars a slue of cool funny brassy bold broads from Alley to Ellen...Denise to Dunst...tell'n the tale of a bevy of mid-western wanna-be beauty queens vy'n fer that ultimate meal ticket to become'n the town tramp...i mean to wear that coveted crown of diamelles molest'n yer aqua-netted head at the open'n of all those new rest stops and "back room movie theaters" and not lett'n anyone step in yer way...or on yer culottes...that you hand stitched from the buttermilk pattern #45 in yer grannies collection

#1 "fuck me gently with a chainsaw...do i look like Mother Teresa?"
my 2nd and ULTIMATE high school trama drama by Miss Winona Ryder as Veronica Chandler and high school hard-on Christian Slater as the incredibly hot psycho JD...this masterpiece was a completely ripped off road map fer the movie "Mean Girls"...about how to deal with peer pressure and pansy asses...litter'd in classic one liners from beginn'n to end 

for a lil extra credit...i even got one fer those drop-outs
a prequel to the gloriously slap-stick'n series than ran fer 3 hysterical seasons on Comedy Central spoof'n the after school specials of the 80's...
centered around Carrie Bradshaw's publicist in that one series that escapes me at the ,moment...this is the story about a Jerri Blank...junkie whore runaway who dropped outta school 32 years ago...who was a boozer...a looser and a user...but goes back to school as a 46 year old freshman to pick up right where she left off

so there ya have it kittens...don't try to remake history...just make it!
now shake a tale feather 
and get off my dress!

Monday, July 15, 2019

can i STALK to you fer a minute?

ever get that not so fresh feel'n...like yer being watched?
and i don't mean that in a Linda Lovelace sorta ways kittens...well not today anyways!

so you know how much i'm into gangsta rap MADONNA right?
well...this has nothing to do with the follow'n events...i just figered...in case ya don't already have yers...there's very few tix left fer her MADAME X tour so gett'em while supplies last

MADONNA...if yer read'n this...i want you to know...i'm borderline...
i feel like i'm goin to loose my mind!...look...now you got me gett'n all flaklempt! talk amongst yerselves...i'll give you a topic....MADONNA is neither a virgin or from Virginia...discuss!

so there i was a couple years back...chatter'n amongst the lost lonely souls along the informational highway look'n fer fornicational pleasures at the easiest and apparently the most polluted and diluted...i mean the most "popular" informational highway rest stop out there...GRINDR...strictly 
as a sexually charged starved observationalist of course

well truth be told...i actually loathe non verbal communication completely...
about as much as i loathe sushi...Belushi...phoney's and flakes...and definitely anything deep fried on a stake...the socially retarded...the chemically dependents...and what is up with all these emotionally delayed defendants?

i think Miss Macgregor's nipples said it best when they sang...

bein' the unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe that i am...i seriously don't have time to be bothered with
play'n the proverbial text game of cat and mouse...i mean come on...i'm a pseudo sorta somewhat star of my own universe (in my head) after all...i don't have to put up with that shit!
so unless i'm totally engaged in a deep conversation of yer boredom...i just throw my contact number out there like candy to the depraved non heterosexual kittens with a pulse...and hope to get a call back from time to time

when ya think about it really though...text'n is sooo very very impersonal...
it was much more romantic when our indian mo's used to send smoke signals...granted you never knew back then if it was fer a hook-up...or they just needed a bucket of water cuz their tee-pee was on fire...but just like smoke signals...9.5 times outta 10 (& trust me...that .5 helps every time)...they rarely ever call back anyways...cuz aggressively passiveness is sooo much more attractive...don'tcha think?

well on the occasion that the one half that actually does decide to do voice on voice connection...i do my best to try and weed out their intentions within the first 5 to 15 minutes...and make my call if it's gonna end up bein' a terrific nite on the town...or just a tea bag party after the sun goes down
and if the latter is the case...i do my stretches and make sure to lay out an assortment of spermicidal jams and jellies...i am a safety gurl after all

one even'n while i was pump'n my muscles...plural here...(don't get twisted)...i received a text from an out of my area code unknown number
short story a lil longer than needed...yer name ain't in my cellular device?...you either lost my interest...or didn't bring me any canned goods!...such was the case i guess with said texted man...but i'm all about give'n it up to charity...when a quota is needed...so i said to him...send me a pic to remind me why i didn't wanna be bothered to log you in my phone in the first place...cuz now maybe i do...one never knows right?

minutes later...i received a text look'n like the guy work'n out next to me...
at first i thought..S-C-O-R-E...well he was the conductor of my grrrrravy train after all!

but as i looked closer to the picture...it was my back stand'n next to him?
hmmm?...now this text was turn'n more into like...the call is come'n from inside the house!

i immediately put down the dumbbells and pulled up my leg warmers...and skedaddled the H-E-double hockey stix outta there...as i was head'n out... 
a not so close friend that i only here from when they need grocery runs...called and i was tell'n her about this freak who took a pic of me work'n out...and not that that was so unusual...but it was more the manner that the pic was take'n...it was take'n thru the window of the gym...a couple hundred feet from where i was work'n out

now i know what it feels like to be MADONNA...well...minus the gazillion dollars in my piggy bank...some hot bilingual cunniligual to read bed time stories to...and a posse of A double snake kissers every where i go to do
 my bidd'n...but at least we now have a common thread to talk about over beluga caviar...carrot strips and a splash of kabbalah on the side...if the situation should ever happen that we meet...again!
fer i have FINALLY made it after all...my 1st OFFICIAL STALKER!

by the time i had made it home...i started gett'n dinner ready and noticed another text from him...but decided that this cat and mouse game had gone on long enough...so i deleted it without even read'n it...then another text had come thru...this time with a pic that looked awfully familiar to me
well...CUZ IT WAS ME LEAVE'N THE GYM!
seriously kittens...this was now gett'n a lil to "i will not be ignored!"
and i was definitely in no mood fer Peter Cottontail soup this particular even'n!

3 hours later...as i was od'n on sex and the city...since i wasn't have'n
any myself...a call came thru with no name...but i was so strung out like some junkie whore on the series...that i picked it up without think'n...and after i murmured out "shellom"...the caller immediately states we met a while back...and wanted to "hang out"...so i said sure come on over (without think'n it thru)...but only to swap stories...not spit...cuz i was gett'n ready to count sheep

30 mins later...a text popped up say'n he was here...so i threw on my smurf jammies (why not!) and headed fer the back door...but as i reached the top of the steps...i could see some guy peer'n thru the back door
immediately i knew this was no one that i had ever met or tip toed thru the tulips with before...
and though he was sorta Colin Farrellishy look'n...
 in a Charles Nelson Reilly sorta way...i had zero clue who he was and was in no mood to play 20 questions...so i opened the back door and asked him who he was...& turns out...
 HE WAS MY STALKER!

as he paced back and forth in the park'n lot try'n to get me to let him inside...i wondered....hmmm?....how did he ever find me?...then i thought wait!...i'm thee unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own damn universe...i don't have to put up with this shit!
then i noticed he had a back pack...so i let him talk...cuz i wasn't wear'n my kevlar protective jammies this one particular even'n

he pretty much rambled on...hop scotch'n from random story to random story...how 95% of non heterosexuals lie on line about themselves (can't argue with him there unfortunately)...how i was good look'n (again...good point!) but that i look like i'm pretentious (hey hold up a minute there!) then he went off the deep end about if he ever had kids and the stove was on how he would let them touch it and they would learn their lesson and how no one ever wants to hang out with him...and how he has an IQ of 110...
AND...time to go P-S-Y-C-H-O! 

i told him it's been lovely meet'n him and thanked him fer play'n...he went home with some beautiful part'n gifts...like a phone number to a "friend" of mine work'n inside the home of the the koo-koo clucks and some turtle wax i had left over from my price is right winn'ns...and made my way back
inside...i racked my brain over and over how he found me as i applied my St Ives mint julip mud mask...turns out a friend i had called after i scurried back inside huff'n n puff'n...said that any picture's that i may have take'n in my own lil shit box i call home and sent out to the universe...can easily be tracked by GPS from my phone
DOH!

i knew upgrade'n my dino flip phone to a smart phone was gonna be the death of me...my dumb ass would never figer out all the tricks and triggers and chaos's it could cause...it's a trilogy of terror i could do without!
3 days later...i received a call from yet another unknown number...and like an idiot think'n it could be a call from Ed McMahon tell'n me i had won the publishers clear'n house bullshit...(before i realized he's dead) i picked up!
the caller wanted to know what my name was...i said "WHY?"...he said...
 "cuz i wanna know who i'm look'n at!"

well it has been 3 years since my stalker left me...but i know he's out there...watch'n...wait'n...want'n more...of me...well...why the hell not?
but i'm in no mood to have'ta get another number fer fuck's sakes...i can barely remember my ABC's...let alone my STD's...so until we meet again...and i'm sure we will...
GET OFF MY DRESS!