Awesomely Bad Poetry

Veggiebabe started a new series to teach us how to make our blogs more annoying. This is good news for me because, although I'd like to be annoying, I always just comes off as awesome.

The first suggestion was to "write some shitty poetry and post it on your blog." Here's my attempt at writing an awesomely shitty poem:

I found you on the street. Sweet.
Shitty day.
Brought you to my lair to look at you.
You made the day better.
Why weren't you to me you stupid letter?

I Was Thinkin'

I like Pop Culture and dirty words just not so much America.

Ain't No Hollerback!

I swear, I don't know what the hell is going on in the world. I'm such a media freak. No t.v. and no internet is turning me into a spaz. My head is just swimmin' in ignorance. I can't get the fucking Daily Show! I wake up to NPR every morning. There's just so much one can take of the hurricane coverage in the morning. I did renew my movie pass at the local Blockbuster, so I'm watching flicks. Somebody let me know if Brad and Jen get back together.

Anyway, the move went o.k. For everyone who thought Harriet is angelic, take a look at this photo my little sister took during the move. She was quite perturbed.




She's such a bitch.

In other news, my mom is completely loosing her fucking mind. She called me at almost midnight last night asking if I had made it home...from a 4 o'clock appointment. The conversation went something like this:

me: it's almost midnight.
mom: yeah, I know, I just wanted to make sure you made it home.
me: it was a four o'clock appointment!
mom: yeah, so your there?
me: yes, in bed.
mom: (three deep snores)
me: mom, are you there?
mom: yeah, I think I fell asleep.
dad: hey
me: dad?
mom: yeah, we're on speaker phone.
me: okay.
mom: we're sharing you.
me: okay.
mom: We're camping. We're on an air mattress in the tent.
me: okay.
mom: (long pause)
me: mom!
mom: oh, yeah, I'm here. I was just going to tell you something about that lady and how I don't think she's a good person to train you, but I don't remember what I was talking about.
me: that doesn't make any sense at all.
mom: yeah, I know.
dad: let her go now.
mom: I was going to tell you something else. (long pause)
me: Mom, let me go before you go to sleep again!
mom: okay.

I really think my parents are on drugs.

Then she called me again tonight while I was at Atlanta Bread (where I still am). Here's that conversation:

mom: Is this Amanda?
me: Um, no.
mom: Who is it then because I just got a call from this number.
me: Your daughter.
mom: What??!!
me: mom, it's me, your daughter. You were awfully hateful just then.
mom: Oh, haha. I thought it was your sister's friend. I think she's been stealing money from her.
me: Well, it's not.

Then, I ran into a couple of her cousins and we decided to call her. I had told them this story, and her cousin was like, "Tell her it's Amanda." So I called her back and she answered. She said:

mom: Hello?
me: Hi, this is Amanda.
mom: I thought I told you not to call here anymore!
me: Mom!!

Now, I'm sure she's lost it. I'm not even sure there is an Amanda. Oh well. Talk at ya next week. Here's a picture of Zappo in case you missed him. He's got balls.

Do, Oh Do Remember Me.

Because I have not fallen off of the face of the earth, though it feels a little like I have. I just moved up to "the city" this weekend. It's so flippin' expensive to move! It's also exhausting. I've yet to set up cable and Internet. I'm shopping and mulling it over. I love Dish because of it's FreeSpeechTV. I'm leaning toward Comcast though because Dish doesn't have high speed Internet. Their site says their "working on it" which is what they told me over the phone two years ago.

I'm sitting at The Atlanta Bread Co. listening to Mozart using my WiFi. Not too shabby. I just haven't had a lot of free time lately.

I'm missing you guys a big lot. I think about my blog buddies daily. It just may take a while for me to get settled. When I'm reconnected to the world, I'll be back for good though. I have pics in my camera that aren't loaded to my computer. Everything is just all spread out. But...you haven't forgotten me, right? :)

P.S. GranPoo presents, Things kids have said to me this week:

-You should've worn that outfit for picture day because it wouldn't have been a repeat.

-I guess one good thing about still not being married is that you get to wear whatever rings you wanna.