Conversation with the Boss While Developing a New Company Web Site

Do you mind if I add a Cat Lover's forum to the Web site?

Wha?????????????

Shit SB Says to a Co-Worker

Did you see that police car out in the parking lot this morning that had This car was paid for entirely with drug money on the trunk? I felt proud. Not only do I pay my share of taxes, but I help provide equipment to law enforcement. I feel civic pride, man.

HA HA HA HA HA HA!

This made me laugh with OVERWHELMING and ABANDONED glee. I hate lawyers (except for White Rabbit--he gets full immunity).

http://www.truecrimereport.com/2011/05/joshua_monson_charged_with_mur.php#more

Thanks A Lot to My Blog Family for All of Your Comments

Due to work obligations, I simply don't have time to respond individually to the comments I have received of late. I thank you for your patience with me. It may be this way for awhile. It will be all I can do to post occasionally and to get around to your blogs once in awhile.

Love,

SB

Uhhhhmmmm, Okay.

Men like women with long hair. They get smitten by it and get feverish. Also men are particular about the physical appearance of how a woman looks. They are generally attracted to women slightly shorter than them with a body mass equal to or shorter than them.

Tears Over PEARL!/Delight, Compliments of Puppine

I am having A LOT of trouble getting out of bed this week so far. I mean, I always have a bitch of a time in the mornings, but it's even worse this week, because I don't like what I'm doing here at work.

For some reason, I always think about those who are gone in the morning and upset myself. Sometimes, I even talk to the dead and catch them up on things. [Thank God, they do NOT answer back. I'm not crazy, motherfuckers, just warped.] This morning, of course, I started to cry about PEARL!. I don't for one minute think that the Moons made the wrong decision. They ABSOLUTELY did the right thing, but old age and death just hits me hard in the morning, maybe because I sit there and feel sorry for myself.

I sat at my little breakfast table by the window this morning and looked out on YET ANOTHER rainy damn day here in Ohio (we've had about two fully sunny days in the past month or maybe longer), and it's really starting to get to me. I have been diagnosed with SAD anyway. My depression is very linked to lack of sunlight. I am struggling.

Anyhoo, I sat and sipped my wonderful Starbucks French Roast coffee and decided to crack the window in order to try and bribe Puppine (my favorite cat) to come and sit with me. It worked almost immediately, and Puppine jumped up on the table and stuck her tiny black head under the window, sniffing at the fresh morning air. Actually, the plan worked too damn well, and two of my other cats jumped up on either side of Puppine. Then, tiny Puppine (she is the smallest and FIERCEST of the lot) began growling and slapping the bitches on either side of her. IT WAS SO GREAT! Laugh. She took out the biggest cat I have. She slapped that motherfucker down off the table! I love when a tiny bitch has attitude like that. It cheered me up immensely. [Sometimes, Puppine even growls and slaps at me. CAN I TELL YOU HOW THRILLING THAT IS? Well it is, so fuck you. You don't know until you've experienced it.]

Not to sound like a damn cat lady, but I don't know what I'd do in the mornings without my cats. They give me something to focus on besides the depression.

What cheers you up when you are down or suicidal?

Light a Candle for PEARL!, Motherfuckers

Stop by Bless Our Hearts and leave your condolences for the Moon-Thigpen family.

http://www.blessourhearts.net/2011/05/there.html

SB has THE SADS. [LOUD SIGH.]

Quote of the Damn Day: George Michael

[FACT] SB is George Michael's BIGGEST American fan.

I have a serious problem with the fact that every time I made a mistake and everytime I let myself down that I was letting young gay kids down. Because they would then witness the homophobia that was thrown me and the language that we use in this country.

I like to think that life is a balance, whenever there is something bad, there is something good you can do with it. I have some plans to do things to help gay children.

I think we are notoriously bad as a community at helping our own when it comes to children, because we don’t have our own children.

The Neighbor from HELL's Fucking Cell Phone Woke My Ass Up at 5:30 this Morning. Cunt.

Since it is warm here in Buttfuck-fucking-Ohio, I slept with the window over my bed, open, last night. I customarily drag my fat ass out of bed slightly before seven in the a.m. But this fuckingmorning, my ass was awakened by a strange sound that I, at first, thought might be a damn car alarm. Then, I, HATER OF CELL PHONES, realized that it was some sort of phone alarm.

Fucker proceeded to go off about every 10 minutes, so there was NO WAY IN HELL my ass was going to be able to go back to fucking Dreamland. After awhile, the tone on the cocksucker switched to a different, but equally LOUD, tone and then finally to screaming MONSTER TRUCK! (I shit you not) in an annoying electronic voice.

At this point, my highly grouchy and annoyed fat ass proceeded downstairs, and on the front porch underneath my bedroom window, is a pair of dirty-as-fuck jeans, and I figure out that the sound is coming from the offensive jeans. I momentarily considering retrieving the phone from the pocket of the pants and smashing shit out of it with a hammer, but since the jeans looked like somebody had maybe taken a crap in them, I decided fairly prudently, I think, NOT to.

Later in the morning, as I am getting ready to leave for work, I notice that the pants are gone and that the kids are sitting on the front step, waiting for the school bus.

As I'm walking to my car, I ask the kids if somebody had a phone with an alarm on the front porch last night. I told them that it had awakened me at 5:30. The little girl said: Mom played sand volleyball last night and took her pants off on the front porch and must have left her cell phone in the pocket.

At this point, SB thinks several things. 1) I think that I don't even want to IMAGINE the cunt next door's fat ass taking her jeans off on the front porch. SWEET JESUS. 2) I wonder WHY IN HELL the dumb fat bitch has her alarm set for 5:30 a.m., when her ass is jobless and on the welfare. 3) I decide firmly that if it happens again, said cell phone is going to get thrown in the street. I'm damn serious. We have a lot of passing dump trucks early in the morning on our street. I may even sit on the curb with a coffee and wait for the destruction to ensue. It would be symbolic for what I'd like to do to the cunt next door.

SB adores Hugh Grant. Motherfucker has his priorities straight.

Hugh and I are similar [shallow lazy party] animals. Evidently, he was in talks to replace Charlie Sheen in Two and a Half Men, but backed out at the last minute. It is said that he decided that a TV series would be too much work. Laugh. I understand they offered him a million dollars per episode. I don't blame him a goddamn bit. But I have to say, Hugh would have been perfect for the show. I would have even started watching the series regularly, and I almost NEVER watch any network television.

I found this to be very interesting reading.

“If you were to ask me if Eric Bellucci was going to end up in the mess he ended up in? I would say never in a million years.”

http://www.villagevoice.com/2011-05-11/news/eric-bellucci-staten-island-killing-mom-and-dad/

Increasing Work Responsibilities and the Future of this Site

Stupidly, I volunteered for a few new duties here at work (Job security, people! A bitch has to feed her seven cats!), so I'm just letting my blog family know that I may not be around as much as previously. I'm also investigating and getting up to speed on some new inter-active training software, and this THRILLS ME TO THE BONE, I can tell you. As an English major, technology just THRILLS ME TO THE DAMN BONE!

While I sort of promise you that this magnificent blog will NEVER die (though I'm sure MANY wish to hell it would), postings will likely be less frequent, and I may not be able to visit my blog family's sites as often as I did before. I promise not to lose touch though.

I love all of you. And you know who the hell you are.

Happy fucking Monday.

SB

Not Too Damn Bad for 73 Years Old

[Note: If you have something nasty to say about Jane, PISS OFF. She's already apologized about 1,000 fucking times for her activism during Vietnam. Get over it. We are not starting a political debate in the comments section, because I could give a fuck.]

I admire Jane as a business woman and as a feminist. I also think she is one of the finest actors of all time.

Bitch looks like a bad tranny.

There are many transsexual persons who I admire for their outstanding beauty, Beyonce's ass is not one of them.

Shit SB Says While Discussing The Wizard of Oz

Clearly, Dorothy had a near-death experience. And those blue flying simians still freak me the fuck out.