Saturday, March 22, 2008

Just Stuff

Nothing much to say. I've been avoiding the new guy at work, and that's sort of working out.

Digger has been acting funny lately. Gave me shit about Edge being over here so much. Don't know what the fuck that's all about.

The band isn't doing much of anything. We barely even practice any more and that makes me fucking sad.

On the other hand, there are more people wandering in and out of the house than ever before. It's kind of nice, but kind of strange. I still get caught off guard. Like I took a shower, and was walking to my room naked, when I ran in some guy heading for the bathroom. Not that either of us minded, but I didn't plan it.

I may just do it more often.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Fucking Fuckers

Why the fuck is it that when things are goin good some motherfucker has to fuck something up?????

New guy at work. Can't fucking keep track of his leg wraps. The velcro part keeps coming off of the damn things and I've been taking mine home and sewing them up. Well this new guy snags three sets of my leg wraps from my box. So I go over to him, and tell him he can't do that.

He gives me a dirty look, tells me to fuck off and kneels down and starts wrapping one around this horses leg.

I yell to the other guy that's been working there for fucking years. Tell him what's up. He looks at me, he looks at the new guy and he says (and I can't fucking believe this) "So, fix the rest of the wraps."


I say "why don't you fucking fix them?"

He laughs and tells me it's girls work.


What do you think I said to that???

You got it. I said "FUCK OFF!!!"

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Fucking Updates

Yeah, I'm supposed to be at work right now, but the boss asked me to run an errand for him, and I stopped by the house to grab an early lunch.

The job still rocks! For the most part the boss leaves me alone. Well, I have to get horses ready for him, and sometimes I have to run along behind him when he's going to show a client a horse. But he treats me like I know what the fuck I'm doing.

Edge and I are seeing each other pretty regular. The sex is fucking awesome. We get along great. Digger's been growling at the guy though, and I don't really know what to make of that.

We're playing fewer gigs these days. The guys are all bent on making money. Dont' know what for, but I get the feeling they're up to something. Just haven't bothered to ask them what.

Nobody's pissed me off in like three days. I think it's a record. I hope it's not a sign I'm getting old. I don't feel old. I don't ever want to act old.

So just for the hell of it, here's to all of you that deserve it: FUCK OFF!!!

Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy Party Day!!!

Hey, I'm Irish!!!
I'm getting ready to go out and celebrate the day. With Edge!!!

I'm pretty damn sure I'll be drunk and occupied later, so I thought I'd just wish you all a happy one now.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck him blind tonight!!!

Sunday, March 9, 2008


What the fuck is up with this woman? This Ruth Fowler chick? She's a fucking blogger, just like the rest of us. I haven't read many of her posts, but a really good friend of mine told me she got her shot at fame because of her blog.

Then she's got the nuts to write today's post - Reluctant?

Here's a bit of what she had to say:

You see, I actually hate blogging. I hate blogs. I don't read them. I find the whole concept a bit tasteless. I think it's absolutely grotesque, desperate and sad to need the attention of a pile of strangers from the internet to give you a feeling of self worth. I find people who write those cutesy blogs about their husbands and yeast infections, peppering their websites with grainy pics of spawn and puppies, utterly repulsive. I find the whole comments phenomenon pointless and gratuitous. Oh beebo101 thank you so much for sharing, I never realized there were so many women out there who had similar problems with female ejaculation and an addiction to Banana Republic. Thank you for making me feel normal. Oh please. Pass me a fucking bucket. So I can stick it up your bucket fucking cunt.

The majority of my hatred is reserved for sex bloggers - I find it amusing that I sometimes get referred to as a 'sex blogger', despite the fact I rarely have sex, and I never write about it, and if I did get laid I certainly wouldn't write about it. I find people who do vaguely repulsive, particularly those who have delusions of grandeur about themselves.

Which brings me round to the very obvious question: Why do I write a blog?

I started writing this blog in January 2005 because I'd written a novel when I was 23 and my agent at the time told me to start a blog as it was the only way for new writers to break into publishing. I write a blog now because my publicity people make me in the run up to the book's publication in June.

Which is not to say I don't like y'all and don't appreciate the kind messages and emails you send, but frankly, I'd rather not be here. I'd rather be absolved from duty to cyberspace and wallowing in obscurity somewhere writing books and screenplays and articles on commission.

Where the fuck does she get off dissing the very thing that "made" it for her? And what makes her think she's any fucking better than any one of us?

Ruth Fowler, or Mimi in New York, or whatever the fuck you want to call your two faced ass ... FUCK OFF!!!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Didn't realize it'd been so long since my last post. Sorry guys.

Yeah, the horse place keeps me busy, but that's not the biggest news. Nope.

You remember Edge? Well... we're kind of dating now. And he's not fucking paying for it!!!!


And fuck if it wasn't the best sex I've ever had.

So, when I'm not shoveling shit, I'm spending a lot of my free time with him.

If you know what I mean.