if you have to ask you'll never know

funky motherfuckers will not be told to go... sorry. I have the Chili Peppers in my head and they won't leave.

I think I need electroshock therapy. Maybe that can help my brain and it's crazy thoughts.

rodents

The thunder tonight is just amazing and the lightening is making 1 in the morning look like sunrise. Unfortunately, in the light of the storm, I saw a mouse. Say it with me people: eek. This happens every year around this time in my house. Thank goodness I live with my brother who's not afraid to "take care" of the "situation." Last fall he tried to be Franciscan with them and it didn't work, so he started killing them off. We had a whole family in our apartment. I just saw one tonight, so maybe we can knock 'em out before they get the chance to procreate. The bastards.

Drinks with the Beehive clan tonight... I just don't have any words to say how much I love my friends. When we did Beehive last summer, we were all starting to get to know each other, our quirks, our sense of humor. Now it's like a huge party when 2 or more are together. When we do Beehive 2.0 (as I lovingly call it) in March-April of next year, it's going to be out of control. We're all such good friends now that it's going to make the dynamic of the show explosive. We learned tonight that there are a bevy of Cleveland actresses lining up to play our parts if one should drop out. Not the black girl parts, just the weak little white girls (yeah... like any of us are weak). So now Ayeshah, Caron and Tonya are going to have to watch out for Laurel, Keli and me to make sure that nobody comes along to Tonya Harding us. ;) Ain't nobody getting my Janis Joplin role, peeps.

really?

Last night I drank a bottle of wine and about 6 beers with dinner and I only have a one star hangover day. Fabulous. This is why my love affair with alcohol continues... My landlord was having an "End of Summer" party last night, so we hopped down to the backyard for a while. Got to see some people I haven't talked to in ages, so that was nice.

Pat, my friend from work, brought his Boxer over (whom I LOVE... sweet doggie) and Annie didn't handle that very well. She tried to attack Tilly twice. After that, they just avoided each other for the rest of the night. I think it was just because Annie knew there was food being cooked and didn't like the idea of another dog in the house competing for said food. Made for a few nice laughs though.

Drinks tonight with the Beehive girls and Kevin. Always a good time. I have the feeling I will have a camper or too staying at my house. Depending on the show, my couch is occupied almost every night by people who don't want to drive home. I think the most I've ever had stay over was 5. The next morning is always fun... waking up hungover people should pay better. ;)

this made me laugh

Hangovers ...

One Star Hangover (*): No pain. No real feeling of
illness. You're able to function relatively well;
however, you are still parched. You can drink 5 sodas
and still feel this way. For some reason, you are
craving a steak & fries.

Two Star Hangover (**): No pain, but something is
definitely amiss. You may look okay, but you have the
mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are
chugging is only increasing your rumbling gut, which
is still tossing around the fruity pancake from the
3:00 AM Waffle House excursion. There is some definite
havoc being wreaked upon your bowels.

Three Star Hangover (***): Slight headache. Stomach
feels crappy. You are definitely not productive.
Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume
reminds you of the flavored schnapps shots your
alcoholic friends dared you to drink. Life would be
better right now if you were home in your bed watching
Lucy reruns. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of
water, 3 iced teas and a diet Coke--- yet you haven't
peed once(?).

Four Star Hangover (****): Life sucks. Your head is
throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you
might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for
being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of
booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the
fact that you only shaved one side of your face. (For
the ladies, it looks like you put your make-up on
while riding the Bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one
big red vein, and even your hair hurts. Your sphincter
is in perpetual spasm, and the first of about five
shits you take during the day brings water to the eyes
of everyone who enters the bathroom.

Five Star Hangover (*****): You have a second
heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the
employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is
seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. In
fact, you are probably still drunk. You still have
toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from
brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants
of the poop fairy out. Your body has lost the ability
to generate saliva so your tongue is suffocating you.
You don't have the foggiest idea who the hell the
stranger was passed out in your bed this morning. Any
attempt to defecate results in a fire hose like
discharge of alcohol-scented fluid with a rare
'floater' thrown in. The sole purpose of this
'floater'seems to be to splash the toilet water all
over your ass.

Death sounds pretty good about right now!

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:

Indubitably
Innovative
Preliminary
Proliferation
Cinnamon

THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:

Specificity
British Constitution
Passive-aggressive disorder
Loquacious Transubstantiate

THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK:

Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
Nope, no more booze for me.
Sorry, but you're not really my type.
Good evening officer, isn't it lovely out tonight.
Oh, I just couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.

aim is the devil

My brother and I are having a few people over tonight for dinner/drinks/etc. Rather than pick up the house, I've been sitting online chatting on aim and myspace for about 2 hours. How much more useless can I possibly be?

Have to get a move on and clean because The Simpsons come on in 1/2 hour and then I'm going to be even more useless.

Eric... I decided that I will take your advice. I'm sure you'll hear soon how that went. ;)

i hate digital pictures

I've been uploading pictures to Snapfish for - I kid you not - 4 hours. And I'm not done yet. Dial-up sucks.

I just remembered that I have an audition for some commercial tomorrow afternoon and have yet to memorize the script. Oops. Of course, the money would be sweet, but it's filming in Pittsburgh on Monday. Good thing I haven't used any sick days in a few months.

On another note, how many copies of these movies do I really need? Sadly, I'll keep on buying all the versions if they keep putting them out: Evil Dead 2 limited edition 1005...

kiss off

"Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none." - William Shakespeare

Working in a restaurant I eat for free all the time. Today, I just didn't want to look at our food anymore, but something drew me to McDonalds. I don't eat fast food often and I feel a little sick. :(

Not sure why my brain works the way it does. It's doing a lot of funky things to me lately. Not sure that I want the thoughts to stop because they're... well, interesting, but not sure that they're right either. How's that for confusing.

I sat and thought about it today and decided it's been WAY too long since I've had sex. I'm too much of a monogamous person to run out and do something about this, but it's starting to irritate me.

I'm sorry... did I enter the world of too much information?

how far?

I go through these phases in my life where I just want to quit. I'm done trying, done striving, done dealing. Don't be dramatic, I'm not suicidal & never have been, but I just want to know when it gets easier. Also, I'm not stupid. I know I have a decent life... nice house, a car (even if it's a piece of shit, it's mine), a job (same thing... piece of shit, but it's mine). I just would love to know when life will start making sense and become a little easier. When I first moved to Cleveland, I had an amazing life. I was making $70,000 a year, kick-ass apartment downtown, beautiful new car. Because I decided I didn't want to spend the rest of my life living in hotels and airports, I'm now a waitress. Ah. Don't know. I think I'm just rambling. I'll still wake up tomorrow and try to see the good in life and in everyone I meet. Otherwise, why am I here? Could be that it's almost 3:30 in the morning and I just need sleep.

Oh, on Cory's request, I updated my Myspace profile, so all that chocolatey-goodness is here: http://www.myspace.com/continuousultimatum

oy

I can't help but think about him. He might be completely wrong for me, but I just can't stop myself. At what point do I let my heart just take over and smack my head around for years of bad decisions? Who knows what might happen in the future, but for right now, it seems right. Now... how to work this whole damn thing. It's not that he's a bad guy -- quite the opposite -- but the situation is a bit sticky.

vegas - 24/7

Your Inner Child Is Surprised

You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Wow. Great, great week. The wedding was absolutely beautiful. The way the sunset hit Red Rock Canyon can only be explained by pictures and my new sister-in-law, another Amy Collier, was even more beautiful. I'll probably have a lot more to write as soon as I can sit down and process the whole week. Let's just say that I never went to bed before 5 am, never work up before noon (with the exception of departing to the airport today) and I lost all my money... but I had a blast doing it. ;)

vegas

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Dynamo Cyborg Your Superpower is Rapping Your Weakness is French People Your Weapon is Your Mind Revolver Your Mode of Transportation is Hydrofoil

What's your Superhero Name?

Off to Vegas this afternoon! Fun and frivolity to ensue...

remembering the day

Four years ago, the sun was shining brightly and the clouds were scarce... just like today. To all of my New York friends who did and did not survive the attacks on 9/11, you're in my prayers.

save cbgb's

(copied from the website... click above to sign the petition)
CBGB is a symbol of raw American energy – for 31 years CBGB has provided a space for new creativity in music and art, a spotlight for young talent, and a unique safe-space to pursue art and free expression. CBs has always kept its prices affordable for all music lovers, evolved to fill the needs of the music and cultural communities of New York City, and jump started the careers of thousands of performers.

Now CBGB needs your help to keep its doors open

death and destruction

Watching the news these past few days has been one horrible picture after another. Tonight, seeing the people of New Orleans struggle, has brought something that's beyond words. At times like this I wish I was rich and could donate all my money or even a few hundred dollars to all those people in need. It's devistating to watch and not be able to do anything.

A director I've worked with a few times died unexpectedly yesterday. My deepest thoughts and prayers go out to Monica and their two young children.