Rockband Chin Electrocution - Part F*CK That Hurt...

That's right folks.


I wanted to try to post some new material since this blog is growing a little cobwebby (maybe it is my brain, one never really knows these things).

But first! First BF decided he would play along with me (literally) so I could sing a few songs on Rock Band 2. We geared up. Drums were adjusted. Songs were selected. (It may have been "Who Knew" by P!nk, or it may have been a hard-core death metal song, one never really knows these things either).

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A Quick Apology & Award

In my infinite quest for mastering all things Google/Gmail/Blogger/Buzz, I managed to remove myself from many (if not ALL) of the blogs I had previously been "following".

So if you awoke one morning and were one less follower, and thought "what asshole disliked me enough to unfollow? Seriously? Who does that? I mean, the joy that "following" provides is so immense... a person could just "follow" and never come back if they wanted to, yet some asshole felt it necessary to "unfollow" me? WTF? Who does that? Seriously??... Really?? Seriously?"

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Why Does My House Smell Like Omelettes?

Oh... probably because I played the Swedish Chef from the Muppets, and fried the shit out of some red onion, peppers and tomatoes... oh, and added some eggs, playing omelette chef today before I nearly missed the last GO Transit train into downtown Toronto.

Bork, bork, bork!

Nice to come home to a house that smells like the omelette-that-once-was (read: fried-freakin'-onions). Hey, at least the shizz stayed down.

Also? I successfully navigated the TTC (subway) and the GO Train home after a few Smirnoff Ices and some blue Vex lemonade-like sugar-drink (and the accompanying gut-rot). All while wearing an MP3 player and fearing every moving thing around me (like any good policeman's daughter would)!

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