If you are ever feeling sorry for yourself watch the Brooke Ellison story. Seriously, all you'll want to do afterwards is hop around your backyard with a huge smile on your face, that is after you get angry with yourself for taking all the great stuff you've got for granted.

"People walking around everyday playing games and taking score, trying to make other people lose their minds, well be careful you don't lose yours"

"Whatever it may bring, I will live by my own policies, I will sleep with a clear conscience, I will sleep in peace"

"These things that are pleasing you can hurt you somehow"

I know I said I needed a break, but it’s hard to stop blogging after I’ve been doing it almost every day for a year…and some things need to be blogged.

Let’s go back to last summer.

I am sitting on the patio of a local bar by myself. This guy comes out and asks me if he can sit at my table to have a cigarette. I say okay. Dude tells me he’s waiting for someone, but he thinks that they might not show up. Okay. Then he asks me my name. I tell him. He tells me his. I am pretty, how shall we say, standoffish. He is quite pleasant. He asks me what I do for a living. I tell him that I’m in sales. He tells me that he is the lead singer of a rock band that does gigs opening for big names around the States and Canada. (Yeah right, and I’m an astronaut and a fairy princess. I don’t say this, but I’m sure my eyes do). He continues on despite my obvious bitchiness. He tells me the name of his band. I haven’t heard of them. He asks me what is wrong. I say something snotty I’m sure (can’t remember exactly but I know I was hardly the conversationalist.) After about two or three cigarettes he says, “I guess my friend isn’t going to show up so I’m going to go. It was nice to meet you and I hope you feel better soon.” (Yeah, bye rock star. I don’t say this either, but I think it in my bitchy little head). I go home and Google the name of the band he said he was in and find out that indeed he is the lead singer. I guess I shouldn’t have treated him like a lying freak after all.

Flash forward to last night. I am watching Rock Star INXS. I’ve watched it a couple of times before but last night I realized that this is the guy that sat with me. Crazy. Maybe if I had been nice to him I’d now have a friend that is auditioning to be the lead singer of INXS.
Anyway, he seems a little cocky and annoying on the show but when I met him he was quite the opposite. I really don’t know why or how he sat for so long talking to a snippy stranger girl.

I'm out for a little while. I need to play in the sun and do my job. But I will be back before you miss me too much. Okay?



Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!

You HAVE to check out Clara's niece's pictures.
She's three and she's a GENIUS.
No seriously.

I was having a craving for quiche. (Don't ask me)
So I went to the grocery store because they usually have some in the cooler by the deli already made...but there weren't any quiches so I wandered around the store thinking that maybe they moved them. Then I thought maybe I should ask someone. Then I thought that would be the most ridiculous question ever asked.
"Excuse me, have you moved your quiches?"

You're Just a Three
Dressed up as a Nine

Is it possible to choke on a popsicle?

Please pick up your feet when you are walking...the constant scuffing sound on the ground makes a lot of us want to beat you with your shoes.

I am on the C list of Blogebrity. I wonder who I have to sleep with to get to the A list. I kid, I kid.

Got a pedicure.
Saw a shark at the beach.

Don't you hate those people that are so stupid they think they're smart?

You know, they use big words and they talk about how other people just don't have a clue?

I'm not talking about retarded people because that would be politically incorrect. I'm talking about the people just north of retarded.

And you can't tell them that they are morons, because they wouldn't understand.

So you just smile, and walk away? Yeah those people.

You don't know who you are.

I just saw a Five Alive commercial where they are slamming this guy's fingers in a drawer and underneath it says do not attempt this it may cause injury. Who needs this kind of warning? Who, tell me???

You know, like the coffee cups that now have to say caution contents is hot and may scald you. No shit, it's made with boiling water.

I know what it is, it's this damn litigious society.
I like that word. Back to Clara's blog.

It's Half Nekkid Thursday Again and Here's What We Do...

We all get half naked, take a picture, and post it.
Check it out here.

This week my belly is on the way
to a masquerade ball.

New hobby...inspired by people like Corinna and Astrid.
This is a photo of one of my first charcoal drawings.

And tomorrow is Half Nekkid Thursday...and I'm all set! Again it's Corinna's fault!

Dreams that feel so real
make me feel whole
then tear me apart again

Robin Alexa 2015

Another story from funny boy.

He's playing pool with this other guy.
Other guy is shooting and calls the shot.
Other guy says "Chain reaction."
Funny boy says "What the fuck is chain reaction??"
Other guy says "I'm going to hit that ball and it is going to hit some of those other balls and my ball will go in the pocket."
Funny boy says "So a bunch of shit's going to happen and your ball's going to go in?"

Silly other guy.

I saw this boat the other day and had to share it because it is one of the coolest boat names I've seen. The boat's not bad either.

Somebody told me today that he thinks the reason I have a thing for Johnny Depp is because I have similar features. I guess there are a lot of girls that look like Brad Pitt too then. Or maybe he's telling me I look like a guy.



In other news, thanks for all of your nice comments on my half naked photo for Half Nekkid Thursday...I'm already thinking of my next shot.

Have a great night...naked or not.

Half Nekkid Thursday

There's another blog that you might want to check out. We all get half naked on Thursdays, take a picture, and post it. Check it out here.

Here's my first contribution

I was watching a movie last night (10 things I hate about you) and one of the actor's middle names was Chill. I can't think of a better middle name than Chill.

I would also like Heath Ledger or some other guy to break into a stadium and sing me a love song , I'm such a sap.

I was talking to somebody the other day who said he is allergic to fajitas.
I said "It must be one of the ingredients, not the whole fajita" and he said "No I'm allergic to fajitas."
That's a funny allergy...but I wouldn't want to have it.

Art project

My eyes open is a blog with pictures of what people see as soon as they open their eyes. I sent one today...it's not staged at all, it is the exact thing I saw when I opened my eyes.

Why are there sliding mirror doors propped up against a wall with a pink boa on top you say? Ummm...well...the rest of my decor is much nicer.

Send your photos of what you see when you first open your eyes too. It's fun. All the cool kids are doing it.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

The town I live in was nice enough to set off thousands of dollars worth of fireworks right outside my window. It was like my own personal fireworks display.

Also the "Fraud Squad" from my bank called me to say that my bank card had been compromised. Lucky card.