rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes???
the rain does funny things to me. i’m convinced. especially after two glorious sunny days, it is like being taken by surprise. (in a bad way.)
and as it normally turns out, i start dyeing things really bright.
big bright orange pile of fiber. blinding in person. (it is pretty dim in here)
and i started spinning this up
pretty sunny…
and i have to play the game in my head… “will i fill it up” (think will it float except i don’t have a grinder girl.)
hummm
hummm, maybe?
about 4 or 5 more ounces to go
i’m going to work on finishing that bobbin up today, and *cough* do some cleaning.
my messy house prevented me from getting good sleep last night.
and when the mess keeps you up at night, it is time to clean. yes. yes, it is.
and now, something to file in the WTF? department.
Every.single.time.the.woman.opens.her.fucking.mouth. LIES.FALL.OUT.
ann, listen to hank. you need to shut the fuck up.
every ‘deadhead’ knows their favorite show. LIES, LIES, LIES. please close your mouth NOW ann. there is enough pollution in the world. need you desecrate the last sacred thing i have left? GO AWAY.
*sheesh*
yippie tuesday.
♥
It’s true. Everyone remembers their first show too (Buffalo Bills stadium (which was a little trippy) - 1993). And that assertion that she didn’t do any drugs - pa-leeez.
June 27th, 2006 | #
I went through and tried to read the interviewed. Oh how I tried. I’d be amazed if there was a grain of truth in any of it.
June 27th, 2006 | #
You know it, I know it, but the dumb bitch won’t lend herself a little credibility by admitting:
She found Jesus Christ somewhere around the disco bus back at Eugene ‘94. Then ran into the ol’ JC a few more times on East Coast summer…
Yeah, I bet she smoked the ass out of some ecstacy pills, too.
Nice to have you around, pippi. Don’t see a lot of Your Kind at my gig…drunk drivers, degenerate gamblers & people trying to pluck a Dexadrine from the picture — yep. We got them.
But you’re the first knitter. stop by anytime…
June 27th, 2006 | #
I think you’re on a element kick because this yarn looks like sunshine!
June 27th, 2006 | #
I LOVE that fiber! The one you’ve got on the bobbin! Gorgeous! Beautiful! Sunny bright and beautiful (can you tell it’s been raining here for about a week and I’m going stir crazy?!) I was wondering, too, as someone who’s got to get a job to keep paying for the stuff I’m buying from you (tee hee!) how do you get those gorgeous deep browns? I have lanaset straight brown, but I can’t seem to get it dark enough. What’s your secret (if you don’t mind sharing!)
June 28th, 2006 | #
Oh I think that’s hysterical! What an utter poseur! Sorry Babe, but I lived in Eugene during the years you describe, and you have screwed tht up big time! Ann wasn’t a Deadhead. First of all, real deadheads don’t have to tell you how big a deadhead they are. She’s one of those rich snob girls who pretended to be a deadhead so they could score free drugs and let their boobies hang out without threatening the old trust fund. They spunged off the boys who would turn up in town two weeks before the Dead show, then stay until after Oregon Country Fair, and in the meantime drain the food banks and throw thheir oh so correct Nancy’s Yogurt containers out of the back window of the oil burning VW Bus and defecate on public sidewalks during the night. Real Deadheads carpooled in their well maintained vehicles (or bicycled), camped locally, picked up more trash than they left, and danced like God himself was playing. They looked after kids like Ann and made sure they didn’t hurt themselves. Ann Coulter a deadhead? Yeah, and I’m the freakin’ Shaw of Iran. (PS: I saw Dylan & The Dead at Autzen Stadium. Smoke that.)
June 28th, 2006 | #