The day, the princess... died...

Ok, I've had a long, stressful week. ANother one coming up. My busy time at work, and it's always hideous. First week of grade one, which is way more of an adjustment than kindergarten ever could be. Nobody told me that. We are all short-tempered and on edge.
So forgive me, People Magazine, and all the rest, for not giving two shits off of a rat's ass for caring if one of those Wilson brothers tried to off himself. Don't get me wrong, I am not saying I don't CARE that another human tried to off himself. What I am trying to say is that I don't care to hear about it over and over. Frankly, I have my own shit to worry about, instead of wondering why he did it. Hell, I have to admit that I don't know if I'd pick him or his brother out in a crowd. One of them looks like Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High, but that's all I can say.
And so now we are going to have to watch his "brave walk to recovery from depression and addiction" over and over and cheer for him as he does a special interview with Barbara Walters. Honestly, I don't care. I really don't.
So I am really into that Kathy Griffin show on Thursday nights, but tell me - what in the hell is going on with her temples? She's got these bundles of veins all sort of congealed there. Like last night, it was the episode when her dad dies, but before that, she's all sick from eating too many sweets before doing that show for the lesbian group, and is lying on a sofa and we see these veins in her temple. It's almost like she's a robot and that's where you plug her in. I just don't know...... and has she had more work than Joan Rivers or is her face really that smooth otherwise?
Anyway, I never, ever, in a million years thought I would say this, but the bitch is funny. I hate her assistant though. She comes across as a cold bitch. I don't know why they all love her. The chubby girl is cool though, although all she does is giggle.
OH! We never debriefed about Big Brother lately! Let me just say this: Amber only got the religion after she started hanging with Jameka, so it was so funny to see her be all "I had a vision" and shit. And then she'd be all "I'm not mad at you God, but.....". But my favorite line was when she was praying with Jameka and said "God Bless you, God!" LOL, if she doesn't become the next supermodel, she'll be the next Ruth Graham!
I do admit I find Jameka sincere in her zeal, although I can't quite figure out her rationalizations sometimes.
Oh, and Eric? You and your lazy eye have to go. How stupid ARE you? Backdoor Danielle, and you would have been golden. But you are too stupid.
Hey, Devo, I too love Coldplay. Love them. I LOVED LOVED LOVED Radiohead's "The Bends" - oh man, so much.... and then OK Computer, which nobody else I know loved. Kid A was fucked up - sorta like Pink Floyd strange shit, but then again, I listened to it twice and that was it, so maybe I should have gave it another chance. You ever listened to U2's "The Unforgettable Fire"? The title track is my alltime favorite song. It's got that atmosphere vibe you'd love, trust me.
I am currently rereading this Billboard book of #1 Albums, where they give a page to everyone number one album from the dawn of time to 1995 or something and give a page to each album, chronologically, and do a write up about it and interview the artist or producers or whatever. Anyway, they all say "we almost left such-and-such song off the album!" and it's all such bullshit, because if Lionel Ritchie left off "All Night Long", "Running With the Night", and "Hello" off of Can't Slow Down, what in the HELL would be left? Or they talk about how important their art is and whatever. Sorry, but I don't see the cultural significance of Quiet Riot or REO Speedwagon.
My puppy is whining tonight, and I don't know why. TOnight is 2 years since my beloved Daisy got run over. I wonder if she's sensing her or something. God love you Daisy, I miss you all the time. You were neurotic, and pissed all over my basement even though you knew better, and weren't a great fan of children, but you were one of a kind and my first "baby" and I love ya and miss ya. And I get a lump in my throat whenever I hear "When September Ends" bu Green Day because that song was on the radio when we told Kelly that Daisy died, and she cried for the next year, every time she heard it. So rest in peace, Daisy Lynn....
And it is also the 10 year anniversary of Diana's death - which means it's 10 years since I've been "online", because we bought our first computer that week, and I met my many friends in the chat room "40 Plus" on MIRC that night. I was addicted to chatting for a good couple of years. I'll maybe tell that whole story tomorrow night. Let me just say that I logged on to 40 plus for the first time that night and shared my grief for our beloved dead princess with these other nutcases until 4 in the morning and stuck with them for a trillion years. Shit, I wish I still had email addys for some of those people to contact them for old times sake... LOL, that should be my next post - online chat rooms and people i have known. Leave it to me - I get a computer and spend my time in a room with people 30 years older than me. Everyone else my age is searching porn, and I am learning how to play midi files in my chat room of old people.... sigh.......
Anyway, 4 posts is enough for tonight, so I bid you peace. And I am sorry for all I said about bitchy Penny. I'm just tired. Well, no, I'm not...but it just sounds good to be contrite on this holy day.