"There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long...PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution." - Spider Jerusalem.

Disneyland Disaster

I went to Disneyland with Garrett yesterday after work. We were excited. It's been a few months since I've gone on an adventure and even longer since I'd been on a solo date with Gar Bear. So off we head up the 5, conversing about life, love and things that bug the shit out of us. We get there at about 8, ordinarily this would not have been that big of a deal. We'd hit the Tower of Terror for a round or two and head over to the other park to get some fireworks action. BUT NO. Our evening began with us standing in line for 30-45 minutes, JUST TO BUY MY PASSPORT. This event took me only 2 minutes and 30 seconds (we timed), yet somehow everyone in front of me could not purchase a ticket in less than 7 minutes. All the while a gaggle of MoMos were standing behind us discussing Utah & BYU & probably Joseph Smith's Salamander or some other ridiculously unbelievable bullshit. I also overhear them say they are in town for their daughter's cheer competition. WTF why do I always have to go on little annoying baby whore day. (My birthday was the Ms. Teen USA Pageant.) So then we head over and proceed to get in another line to enter Disneyland (CA Adventure was now closed = no Tower of Terror for us). We push our way through the hurd of smelly tourists. Oh yeah, we realized it's still goddamn spring break, which means absolutely nothing to people who work for a living. We make it over to Space Mountain and see the sign posted stating it is approximately and 75 minute wait. We decide to chance it and stand in line in stead of watching the fireworks. We ended up watching most the fireworks show while waiting in line though, and after about 15 minutes of waiting we give up and walk away from the ride. Then we again push our way through a foul stink of baby shit and piss and get to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride....again a rediculous wait. So we keep on moseying and find the smoking section, post up, and watch Fantasmic. Then we left. I did get a churro on the way out. That was the highlight. So basically we drove 2 hours, I spent 400.00, and didn't even get on one ride.

I wish I liked anything half as much as children like bubbles.

Everyone...

is a fucking Napoleon

I met...

one of my new neighbors last night. Close your eyes. Picture a chubby, LARPer girl in too little clothing, including fishnet stockings, and too much glitter makeup. Being that I now live in Las Vegas, I assumed Jess AKA Red (she actually introduced herself this way) was on her way to work at one of the fine gentleman's establishments in the area. BUT NO. She informed me she was on her way to a rave. WTF?!?!? Who really still goes to raves? On 4th of July no less? For being so "hip" Vegas is really behind the times.

The Highlight of my Day...

Came when I decided to use Monotype Corsiva Size 14 font on my mailing lables, instead of Arial Bold Size 10 font. It's the little things as they say.

Moving on Sunday beeches!!!