Yes, Yes, You are my Density...

For years I have been star struck. I think I realized that I was just that way when I hung my first music poster at the tender age of 12. I was once told that maybe I should consider a career as a groupie( only second to my ever emerging career as a sailor) because of all my musical fact and knowlege of certin bands. I thought that would be a perfect career for me until I found out what a groupie really was. Since I don't care to prostitute myself out to CERTIN people, I don't care HOW famous you are(this goes to you Tom Jones), my dream as a groupie died, hard core. I think now as I have gotten older, famous people still have me totally in awe. I think instead of a groupie...maybe a professional fan? Think about this... I could make me some great little business cards and hand them out as I meet people. Lets face it in the line of business I am in, I am meeting them. The Headline of them would say "Your Personal Professional Fan" and then my name and number would follow. Honestly I think there are one maybe 2 people I have met while working that hasn't made me want to piddle in my pants. Speaking of piddling in front of famous person, this last weekend the oppertunity to meet Crispin Hellion Glover. Oh now you you say "Huh?" or "Is that a famous person"? Why yes is my answer. Yes it is. For you see he is most known for his excellent character work as George McFly on Back To The Future. I stood there looking at him. When approching the Actor I shook his hand firmly and started talking. ANYBODY who knows me knows that I sometimes have this nervouse talking thing were I just talk and sometimes weird, strange and embarassing things spew from my mouth. I told Mr. Glover that I was a fan and I had seen everything that he had done...I was afraide that I was going to tell him "I have seen everything you have done INCLUDING that Turd you called Bartelby" but luckily for me in my old age...I can stop my verbal vomit when I need to ON RARE OCASSION. Now that I think about it...I am in Total and Utter awe of myself I stopped verbal vomit and spewage and managed NOT to piddle my self in the likes of GREATNESS. Now if I could figure out how his weird-ass movie ment I might just have it made.

Wings N Things

I think that the people in my office have ended up with Mad Cow Disease. Seriously, there is no other way to explain the insanity of all of them. I know that it is found strictly in meat, but I think the Doctors should really look into this disease being Airborn. The Dude in my office says it's some ploy of the Government, but after seeing the people in the office running around like the dudes in Dawn of the Dead I believe that Mad Cow Disease is alive and thriving in my Office.
So You have notice, or have not that the postings and been a little behind since this is the 14th. Well I have dissappeared from the face of the earth... actually I got me one of them Boyfriends the ones that open doors for you, the real gentlemenly kind. I KNOW!!! I was floored too, I mean ME of all people!!! I am the one of those type that scratch my ass and drinks beer(I really don't like beer btw). Anyway we went out with My buddy T The Jew, and his wiff Mrs. Jew. Seeing how there is not a lot to do where we were at, Pool was a plan. It was pointed out to me that the Dude at the next Pool table over was teaching a very giddy girl how to play. He was leaned clear over this girl, like if he leaned over far enough he might have caught a glimps of what might be hiding in that t shirt of hers...It was SO cleche' that I leaned over to T and said "I will give you a dollar to ask him for lessons" T, being a great friend hessitated. "Come on, A WHOLE DOLLAR" Well then if it's a WHOLE dollar...The HELL you say...then why not...that was the look on his face as he considered that. Now, I have thought about this...if it was me and I was the one offered a whole dollar, I would have done it. Why? Well glad you asked. For the simple reason that I am a whore for cash. Seriously, I am like a horse when you dangle a carrot in front of it's face, I will follow it ANYWHERE. One of those dirty secret that we just don't tell the BF. That is me, and I am sucker for a dare when MONEY is involved. But Rico Suave over yander was just asking to be heckled! That is why when is came time for the BF to make his shot I ran up to him and rather Loudly said "Now, Sweetie this is how you use your stick to hit this little white ball that goes in these holes." as I leaned over and around him. NOW that all involved won't soon forget