i HAD this view...

well, without the hot guy and the cool car. but i woke up every day to a view of Diamond Head, saw 3 billion-zillion rainbows (some were triples!) and every day i wonder why i am HERE INRI!

Music i listened to today (idea stolen from other blog)

Unholy Roller


You know I just can't describe the feeling inside
when the music fills me with a sense of pride
that's why I can't understand how a rock and roll band
can play the devil's music without taking a stand
no, I can't abide the way they hide
that's the kind of lie that made me decide to be an

Unholy roller
A Satanic soldier
an Unholy Roller
'cause there's only one thing that's gonna save our souls, yea!

S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey!
S-A-T-A-N he's our man, hey!

The war is on, the lines are drawn
but there's a lot of people saying that we've already won
but how can they believe that we have reached the end
with "In God We Trust" on every dollar we spend?
I'm sick and tired of stupid Christians
trying to run my life with thier superstitions
look around - it's plain to see
the reasons why I will always be an

Unholy Roller
A Satanic soldier
an Unholy Roller
and the music won't stop until the war is over

The Electric Hellfire Club

and just for the hell of it:

Shout At The Devil

He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night
He's the blood stain on the stage
He's the tear in your eye
Been tempted by his lie
He's the knife in your back
He's rage
He's the razor to the knife
Oh, lonely is our lives
My heads spinnin' round and round
But in the seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and


Shout-shout-shout
Shout at the devil
He'll be the love in your eyes
He'll be the blood between your thighs
And then have you Cry for more
He'll put strength to the test
He'll put the thrill back in bed
Sure you've heard it all before
He'll be the risk in the kiss
Might be anger on your lips
Might run scared for the door
But in seasons of wither
We'll stand and deliver
Be strong and laugh and

Motley Crue

Jesus H Allah! Shout At the Devil came out in 1983?! i remember giving my high school boyfriend this RECORD as in ALBUM as in PRESSED VINYL when it was first released for a christmas present. he gave me a stuffed toy siamese cat that i think i dropped over the side of a ship in the Ionian Sea....nope...it was the Aegean Sea on the way to Ios from Athens and it was my friend who dropped a book over the side. it was a Star Trek (classic) that had a few Klingon stories in it. i might actually still have that cat.

FUCK POLITICS! Vote for The Skipper!

yep, fuck it! i'm done. i don't care who the next president is because THEY have succeeded in creating one more Apathethic American...the main goal of the government. well, not sooo Apathetic that i won't vote. i'll vote. my vote will count as much as shit-on-stick (which can be very useful in thwarting evil-doing patrons) but why not? it'll be a night out AND i can taunt the fucking Dumb-o-crats with "Hillary 2012!" and "No Hillary, No Vote". aaahhh, the Kennedy's. screwing women since, since...um...just how old IS this planet?

1 billion years? unless you're a bible thumper, of course. then the earth would be about 6,000 years old because, well, God apparently has ADD and could not possible create and sustain anything older than a blink...no, a half...no, a quarter...no, an eighth of a blink old. poor God...somebody get him some RITALIN!

speaking of the big G: he IS getting a little long-in-the-tooth. maybe it's time for something new. listen, when was the last time Satan started a war, eh? He's not blowin' up building, God-lovers are. all in the name of God. die, sacrifice, make war, bind women, kill the killers, eat your veggies, CONFESS and then CONFESS somemore! don't do that and rot in hell...so, cut out the Middle Man and go right for the goat. i'm NOT advocating, just pondering. ponder, ponder, ponder.

BRING IN THE GOATS!!!!

okay...enough. let us now talk about Alan Hale. "Who is this Alan Hale", you ask. what! are you retarded? how could you not know The Skipper!!?? Gilligan's Island! have we not all seen every freakin' episode 44 times already? YOU haven't? well, what the FUCK have you been doing with your life? LIVING?

Alan Hale spoke with me. on the phone. yeah, i know he's dead but they somehow find ways to speak to me. the dead. they. do. weird. apparently Alan Hale is still jovial and convivial on the Otherside although he is in some sort of actors rest home. he told me Fred Astaire and another dancer (not Ginger Rogers) live a couple doors down from him. he talked about some stuff he missed, told me to tell his family he loves them and continued talking until it finally dawned on me that i should try to make conversation and ask a question. so brain dead me asked him if he had any regrets making The Giant Spider Invasion even after MSK3000 got ahold of it and he was a little perplexed but continued on happily telling me that he had no regrets and it wasn't so bad, really. he was a VERY happy guy. unfortunately, i had to cut the dream short because one of the cats in my dream (also deceased) started to bleed from the rectum. Mr Pinky was bleeding from the rectum. so, i panicked and told Mr Hale that i had to get off the phone because a dead cat was bleeding from his anus and i had to get him to a vet, FAST! this took a few minutes as Mr Hale (quite understandably) could not wrap his dead head around what i was screaming into the phone. "Mr Pinky's bleeding! i have to go! no, Mr Pinky is a CAT and he's bleeding. from his rectum! no, it's RECTAL BLEEDING! sorry, i have to go now! call me back later and bring Bob Denver!!!"

shit. i freaked out The Skipper!

PS: i hate misspelling words. if i have misspelled any words, please correct me.
PPS: misspelled is spelled correctly. i checked.