Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Friday, February 24, 2006

I knew she was real!

Toothfairy operates by mail for wisdom teeth. She sent me a card with a buck for each tooth. A BUCK! Awesome.

Pull my teeth, see if I care.

List of absolute vital implements in getting teeth pulled:
  1. Nitrous Oxide. When laughing gas is flowing through your brain, you don't care about anything! Case in point, stabby needles at my gums. I don't care. I laugh at your painful needles. Weird factor: it still hurts. You just don't care.
  2. Headphones: Could not feel a thing beacsue of the injections and could not smell anything (should there have been something to smell) because of the nitrous. Would not have heard anything had the dern song not ended just as he ripped out my lower tooth. CRUNCH! Yowza. Luckily, I did not care.. See above...
  3. Numbing injections: Cause seriously, I did not feel anything... not even my nose or the entire right side of my face for many hours.
  4. Strong pain killers: While I only took one, I was hurting before I took it and after, I was like "pain? What is pain?" My neck was even ache-free! That means something to those of you who have to suffer through the neck cracking. I am also not much one for popping pills, and I have only taken one. But I sure was glad for it. The rest I will sell on the black market to finance my new nitrous addiction. (kidding)
  5. Netflix: Because daytime tv is b.o.r.i.n.g.
  6. Mama: Because she let me get my neuroses all over her and still picked up the phone when I kept calling back to whine about the same thing.
  7. Toothfairy?

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Off I go

Next time you hear from me, I will be holier than I am now. Off I go to have my teeth pulled. Wisdom teeth.. Teeth of intelligence... Gone.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Good Night!

I saw Good Night and Good Luck tonight. I have to say that my mind was mostly on the fact that I am having two items that I have grown quite attached to, literally, forcibly removed from my head tomorrow. (Wisdom teeth. I am over-terrifed about it. Usually I don't freak out this badly. I don't know why I am so worried.) So, I was not completely into the movie, right off the bat. But the film was pretty boring. I kept waiting for it to be over. It was an interesting concept, but told in a really bland way. In a sense, it was like watching an old history show for school. Bah. And outside the main characters, had I not recognized the actors, I would have thought they were all the same guy. Who were these characters? And why were they there? They were really expensive extras, in my opinion...
I was appalled at the treatment of people who were being accused of being communists. Jeepers, it was like the Salem witch trials. This was not too long ago. What will we accuse people of being next? Oh, right. Terrorist supporters. I hope that we manage to avoid throwing stones.

Good luck.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Title to be denoted below:

(Marci) Detonated?

(Bug) Um, huh? No. DENOTED, ya drunken retard.

Bug's title for this entry: Marci and Bug. Together at last!

(Marci) Well, since last Friday?

Here's Marci's: (She forgot, 'cause she is a dunken retard.)

(Marci) Um, who;s drunk?

Ya, nice grammar. You brought wine that smells mlike stable.(B)

QHat er why do ya gotta switch up the notations> ? (M)

Bold, Beeyoptxch. I changed it up because it looks better. I know this, because I write 472 papers for school every day. I am the master of citing sources. Yeah, the MATSER! (B)

Bold bolue bitchQ! I got yourt number. (For the record...NO REALLY!...typing on a laptop keyboard is HARD. H-A-R-D.) Wait, Shit. I was sayin something. (M)

Yeah, she was saying something all right... >Shaking head< .. Not only is this keyboard hard, but we (hahaha, hard.) promised not to crorrect any errosrs. So as to be more on top of (on top!!) the moment. (Bug reflects... sorry mom.) (B)

Whatever, she;s took ogff her pants (M)

I put on something more comfortable. (B)

MOre wine olplease(M)O

Oh sheps good....she totally jus trefilled my glass. Sighl. (M)

You know, she is really not that drunk. Just a horrific typer. Really. But she is awful purty. (B)

Rachel McAdamsQ!!! (M) wiant...but not blonde (M)

That means that someopne again thought she looks like Rachel McAdams. Marci treie d to break in and type gfor me, but I ain't done. I made a cd for the girsdl for Valentines day. It is an anti-valentines day dcdccdccdccdDCD. JEEPERS it is a cd. So we are listeing to it and the man bashing continues, MG. (B)

We're wearing opink...pretty. Fucking go. (MM) Nooooooo, n ot marshall mathbers, jus tme Marci...regular ol' :M" (M) (fuck)

Ha (B)

I can;rt type, you people KNOW this!!! Do not hold it against me...or vodjka, no vodka,. Wine. Yum M{}

You can hold it against me. But only if you atre HOT! (B) So i'm shallow. Eat my shorts.

I'll hold this against you...[uncomfortable silence..for youj people while I opress mty boobes on her]...hold one...btrb....
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I got nothing after that. And me wine is stull full. (M)

We are listening tyo Alanis and she had the best the line nin YOU OUGHTA KNOW... (Cause breakups suck and men suck. she says... Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you die. UNTIL YOU DIE. BUt you're still alive!! Like she is incredulous. I love that. Fuck him. Uncle Joey from Full House is not anywhere close to anything resemblence of anything that might be confused with a hottie,(B is a hottie)

WOOOOO I dedicate this post toi "..." Ellipse. You'[re may main man. BTW bu gi s a total hottie (M)

Um... I do not know what she is tryoing to say. B ut I love ya girlie ..? Wine is my best friend, gthen comes Marci.. with another bottle of wine. (AThis is marci, she means you Jen.,.noit my wine I brought.,.totally you) I have no isdea what she is trying to say. But she is just so pretty. (B)

UPlaodaing pictures is hard. So is spelling uploading. (B)

Wait, I am still pretty, right? (M)

>shaking head sadly<>

HTEYYEY bitchy wife ? What?: Pretty. Yes. Is AS DIES. fUCK dON'T ever TYPOE thTat tshit people...does...dies...sooooooo...differen! (MM) out.


What is she trying to say/? No one knows. Shall we open another bottle of wine

\YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (MOP) SHE INTERRUPTED ME@! I am gonnna open more wnewine. Marci. I wish we were sexually compatible. .... .. or are we? Heh. Perverts. (B)

Shit i go t an 8am flight in the morning. Boujouleis! Cianti! Syra! oH mY! Winner winner chicken dinner? (M)

Courious? Boujouleis....1st wine=shirAX, 2nd wine=pino noir, 3rd winw=beUJOULis (I hate fucking tyops). Bit whaT is worse? BROKEN friggin corks???!!! Yes! Hard. Why is the Beau so har dto get into? The girl take off the pants, girls pour the wine, SHIT shitty fuckin fuckity fick.(M)

PourAGE. I\Onto the flooor. THE floor people. Wine on the floor people. DO YOU UNDERSTANS? (M)

Heh (B)

I am the host of something nefarious? That picture lookjs nefarious. (B)

NefRious, woh's in colleage? Shit....You spilled wine down your stIRS girlfriend, but were kind to clean it all up yerself. (M)

I be in the college. My stairs, they be clean now. Do you think anyone is reading this anymore/? I lov, Myself. (B)

Samanth A Fox>? If a yone is readin I give oprops..ttaotallty differen t thaN "props"...We're pretty and fuunbbbnnty. An d we love ourselves. (

What is the P for? Puss ... heheheh. No. m (What is that errant M doing ther? ) Lets go somewhere, Marci>? Remeber when we worked for Britney? Let's go somehweres/ I hate everybody but you and me abd my mom and wine. And Jen and Becky. I need to have some excitement/. Marici is stoopid cause she is whiney about booze and aiprplanes. I ahte ehehr. I HATE HER. I love only me. And I am goooood at it. WHAT? Stop it you perbv. And yuou perv, too. Pervs. Perverted pery pervs. Gosh. (B)

My hapoy hour may start at 11:30am tomorowo, but I have ti worrrrrrrrrk. Wah. Bleh. Wine> ,m,,,,,Mmmm, winel, shit your keyboar no longer had spacebat issues and I STILL hAbe troubles. Beayu is good. Not stinky like the Pinot. Me lieky. Maroon 5 Adam. Hot. I don't care about shi..hih...his...slutty connections. Kiss me. (M)P (I am NOT the police)

Marxhi is a maroon. She wants to be a 5O. .. You know five-O... But she is not. Not power there. She is powerles.s. and a punk. But she can can have Adama Levigne if I can have Wentworth Miller. Dne. and Done. Deal is made. Good luck with Adam, losea! Hahahahahah. I am so pretty and so smatrt. I love being brilliant. Fucking ridiculous, really how godwaammn brilliant I am \. Jealuoous.? Whatever, so used ito it, loser. suck me ashes. I am so much better than you. yeah, I said it. What? You what? No. I am so rocking, and you are not. I am hot and smart... Yeha, yeah. mm hmm. go feel sorry for yourself elsewhere. Cause I don't care. You suck and I rock. !! (M) edit (B)

(ME)??? I am so confused...I am oretty, I rockt or I dont? Take you r love AND RUN FROM ME! YeaH BITCHES whno wants carMEL plopcorn? I don't have any, but I know where to get it. Anyone? Caramel? Tyeah bithces/ Shit Bug snorted. ThTT send me off my chair (almosetO)

I hate typing, no reLLT I so do. It is suckier than suck. (MKP) (see)?

She is cute, right? See why I keep her arounfd? Ok, so I admit, teh arrogarnt ramblings are mine. Suck my ashes, esp. the girl sitting next to me who was all calling me out whil ei I was admitting it. FUVK YOU BEYOTCH. I wazs frickin admitting it while you are all jhsaoiuyfwgfgsdagyjfgeuiwtgriugfh. Ima gonna knock your ass out. You know why? Cause I do know what's good for me. And I've done whats good for me. amnd I'm not benefitting. Marci does not give a shit about me. :( But I have wine and someday I will stop weeping wildly. sniff, (B)

I DOOOOOOO give a hit about you (a tousand shits)...they art gross, bu tI give themto you. And no one else. Yasy you? Well it['s all ya got. Take it or leave it, my shits. (I really don'y know why she'd want my shits, I eat a lot og veggies)...but whatever it take dto make my blonde one happyl. She deseves it all. No9t shiitty shits, but the good stuff. Like hearst and flowers, an d real loove not given by asddshats, and wine poured on the dtairs. My typing does noit do this fgirl justice...you oughtta kniow,. STIOP CLSING THw winwW! (MP)

Oh my. Wow. That's my girl. Ya know? So do you now understand whgat I go through? sigh. I worry. And truthfully, I don't wanna know what her shits are like. I hope that they are good and satisfying, but niot shareable. And now she thinks she is Military Police. Oh my. Could I just find the guy I wanna marry and marry him alreadty? adnd I wanna keep my tueddsday night mobvie night. Cause it is fun, Bri. (M) says stuuupid movie nights., who;'s yo're widfe beeyotch? (end M) Jealuos because U no I have a fun friend for movie night? Aw google date ir is a monkey. (B)

Google date er COULD b ea monkey...jury is still out on that one. Driniks? likie them, and? You buyin'? OK. Drinks. I am not easy. NOT NOTN NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT. (M) *(no friggin police)

I am now sleepy. Get out. (B)

Fine. Flight. Bye (M)

But I love you soo much. You are my entire world. (B)

...M(M) Ahit aw, fuck me, love the bloonde. SHe's IT fir me *(M)

Heh, My girl is funny. FUNNY. No more wne for me plesae. Bedtine, Happy ValentiMes daty. That us for you Marci. VALENTIMES hahahahahhaahhaha. Het, is it me? um yes, radio call in shows should be disaalllowwed. Yeah it is you you fucking dumb as a rock bpiece of fucking carap. I hate you already, so do not bother sepeaking vbeacause you are dumber tahhan marci's crap. (VB)

Whateves I dont know what yer sayin, i;LL CALL YOU IN THE CAB INOT TO nyc. (mp)

ok GNIGHT FOOL'S still reading. Marci goes to the big apple tomorrow and I go to Southeast. Woo. Ya. I hate evrerybody because everyone s life is better than mine. Gosh! (B)

Post Valentine's Day confession

A couple of days ago, while preparing for the Valentine's dinner for my girlies tonight, I made Rice Krispy treats. I bought the berry Rice Krispy's because they seem more Valentiney and I dyed the marshmallows pink with food coloring. Truly, these are very Valentiney treats. The girls will be so excited because everyone loves Rice Krispy treats, especially festive pink ones.

I ate them.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Crappy Valentine's to you!

Some highlights of my Valentine's day so far:
  • My boss gave me a box of Hershey's Miniatures.
  • Marci sent me a funny e-valentine.
  • I pissed off my one unpissoffable boss and I feel terrible. (I apologized and all that, and he is fine, but I will be sucking up for a good while because I feel really bad about it.)
  • I am going to see Capote tonight. Two weeks ago, when out to eat fajitas, my pal Brian told the waiter that I would be fine with pico de gallo, after I was wanting tomatoes.. Let's see what happens should he try to order for me again tonight. 'cause you gotta eat before seeing a flick, or else all that popcorn and candy looks way too tempting.
  • Lunch was crappy.
  • I bit the inside of my lip so hard it bled.
  • The mailguy came around with a box of flowers, and I hate to admit I got a little excited. They were not even for someone on this floor. Bah! And what was I getting excited for...?

I am holding out for tomorrow when my girlies come over for traditional V-day dinner including wine and tater-tots. Yeah, baby! That is what I call a celebration!

Monday, February 13, 2006

Stop it.

I absolutely hate people who call me "Miss" Buggie. Ask not why it gets under my skin so, but it does. Please. Buggie is fine.

Clarification: I hate ADULTS who do this.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Get your French Toast fixin's! It's gonna snow!

You know how people rush to the grocery store when they hear about a storm. Well, I am no different. But my shopping list is a bit different than the usual milk, bread, eggs and toilet paper. Here is what I bought:
  • Lime Tostito chips. My favorite and I just got some new salsa. What is better when trapped than some spicy and limey treats?
  • Fat free half and half. I need my coffee. Especially when it is cold outside.
  • Breyer's Rocky Road ice cream. I always think that ice cream is better in the winter. Only problem is that I dig through the carton searching for the chocolate covered almonds. Once they are gone, it's just chocolate ice cream with a marshmallow ribbon. Pheh.
  • Peanut Butter. Vital protein. (Useless to me when I don't have apples, though. Luckily I bought a bunch of Pink Lady apples at Balducci's)
  • Chianti (Marci and I had some at Anna Maria's in DC a few days ago and it was goooood.)
  • Syrah (Antioxidants and whatever.)
  • Riesling. Hello, booze is a staple.

I would have bought fudgesicles, but they did not have any! People must have been stocking up.


Thursday, February 02, 2006

Events of the past year

I am feeling really writey today.
In honor of the anniversary of my blog, I want to revisit the past year, based on what I wrote to you guys.

  • I still have not seen White Noise the movie I talked about seeing over a year ago. It is languishing somewhere on my mile long Netflix queue. (And I am still scared to see it alone.)
  • I do not have fleas any longer. Yay!
  • I am still way too involved with American Idol, but as the season has just started, I am not obsessed yet. Plus, the crush on Simon has dissipated a bit. But I still love me some Kelly Clarkson. (Have not quite figured Carrie Underwood out yet. H.A.T.E. those Kit Kat commercials.)
  • Everything is still blocked from my viewing online at work, but I figured out a way to break in and write stuff on my blog. I just can't read any. AND I cannot upload software anymore. Soon I will need special permission just to turn my computer on.
  • I am still head over heels in love with my DVR. Can't I get a job where I just watch television? It is obvious I have no standards for quality. I will watch anything!
  • Marci and I are hilarious when we are together, especially when under the influence.
  • Boys hit on me weird.
  • I think that Avril is starting to not look like me anymore. I also think that Naomi and I are moving apart, looks-wise. But I hold on to my twin in Scarlett. I just wish I had her voice.
  • I adore my mother and that is just a fact.
  • I do love baseball. The fact that some of the boys are cute is nice, but that does not mean that I want to touch them. It does make it easier to watch a game of which you don't like either team, though.
  • I am thoroughly appalled by people who cheat on their mates. I think this is abundantly clear throughout a lot of my writing.
  • I still have not received either pair of boots thatI have asked for. (!) (heh, that looks like a butt, but was supposed to be a demonstration of my shock and dismay.)
  • I'm still concerned about my life and where I am heading and all that jazz, but I guess that is what keeping us striving and reaching forward. I guess I am okay with wondering.
  • I'm still stubborn and passionate about some things and I am afraid that will never change.

Assessment: School is hard, people are weird and I get bored a lot. Loves it!

Happy Anniversary, Ah Bugger!

Okay, so it has been a little more than a year that I have been regaling you lucky dogs with fanastic lights-a-tripping stories of my oh-so-fabulous life. (Thanks Marci, for recognizing it!)
I have been re-reading some of my prose and find that I totally come off as a lunatic sometimes. But, hell, you write in the moment, you know? And me, I wear my heart on my sleeve, so what is on the inside is coming out, whether you wanna see it or not.
I have learned that I am really ranty. I also have my funny moments, but usually I am just really ranty. I guess a lot of things tick me off. Hmm. But it is nice to have a place to vent.
So thanks for reading. Thanks for giving me a place to hang my head, or pat myself on the back. Thanks for not reading my issues and telling me how to fix them.
Cheers to one year of insanity. Here's to many more!

Gimme the Gawddamn peanut!

I was watching Walk the Line the other night.
In one scene, June Carter and Johnny Cash are lying in bed together and he is eating peanuts. Well, don't them peanuts look good? June wants one and Johnny brings the peanut to her mouth and then... pops it into his own.
Well, of course she is upset, so Johnny wants to make it up to her by offering her another peanut. He aims the peanut at her mouth that she has trustingly opened again in anticipation of this tasty legume. Damn, if he does not enjoy the thing himself again! Well, now he has gone and done it. Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, shame on me. No more open mouth. Lips tightly sealed, June turns away from him. He pleads with her. "Come on, June. You know I am a nice guy. Let me try again." She says "No way, Johnny." but then she lets him have another go, and do you know what he does? THAT'S RIGHT. He eats the gawddamn peanut hisself.

This is a perfect example of men and women. Men do something stupid, women accept the apology. Men do something stupid again, beg for forgiveness, women accept apology. Men do something stupid yet again, women get fed up say "No more!"...so Men commences cajoling, and women give in once more. Stupid. Why do we fall for it over and over and over?
(yeah, I'm jaded. Whatcha gonna do about it?)