Lure me back wordpress.

Get me away from the “I’m cutting you off my flist” drama. It’s so stupid. I feel like I am in 4th grade.

Speaking of stupid, howzabout Sarah Palin? OMG. Just when you think it cannot get any worse? It does. It’s like this horrible soap opera you want to get up and turn off, but you can’t because… oh yeah, IT’S REAL.

Shit.

I have a small confession. I am a little nervous to see what BK does at the VMA. I think if he tries to pull of the Prince Caspian look from the Red Carpet at Comet 2008, it could flop in America. So, could the Mr. T mass quantities of silver chains. But don’t tell a SOUL I said that. Okay.

bye.

Wow, I am so prompt with my blogging

No one keeps up a blog like me I bet.

August 20.

Where am I? Staying up way too late, leaving tomorrow to go see the Best Band In The World play a concert in Anaheim and in Vegas and no, I will not name them in this blog because I do not want it to show on a google alert and get a lot of the fanfreaks here.

George Carlin died.

I am soooooooooooo sad.

I actually have a picture of him torn from a TV Guide in 1967 in an old photo album somewhere. I had such a crush on him. He represents free expression and he will be sorely missed.

I keep When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops in my bathroom for reading.

rip george.

Yeah well.

I tried using LJ for a while to “blog” but after a while, you start gathering “friends” who only want to be your “friend” because you made some pithy commentary in a community and then you try to put friend’s filters to create custom groups of who your close friends are, and then because of course, some of the friends are in fandom, then there is drama around that and FUCK IT.

Therapy

So, like waitaminnit. Is therapy supposed to make you question things?

Christ on a cracker.

I cannot believe I am in fucking pain again. Could someone just please remove my lower left quadrant and put me out of my misery? Seriously.

Well, hell, Marge…

“Where the fuck have you been?” they yell.

I am sorry my redirect page lead you to believe I actually DID go to Germany. I would have certainly told you about something as cool as that. And I would probably be writing Auf Deutsch instead of in English. But yeah… I’d made this little wordpress one in 2005 to keep someone else from taking the name “tuckle” so here I am.

I missed you.

I am running some other websites now and tuckle was on one of the hosts and something had to go or I would have had to pay mass quantities of dollars and unlike some people *cough* no one has given me a Rolex lately. Heehee.

I will be blogging again because it keeps my neuroses in the cage.

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Lalalalalallaaaaaaaaaaaaaa FART!