Come to me, Michael Bublé.

Now, hear me out.

You may think he has an asshole name. You may think he's lame cause he's been covering some of Frank's old songs. You may think that I'm a 45 year old woman because I love him.

But I love him.

There's no stopping my love for the Bublé. He's adorable and can sing his ass off. I would literally kill anyone that would hurt my Bublé.

I will find a way to meet him and make him love me back dammit. You just wait.

In other news!! MINI-GOLF AND BBQ THIS FRIDAY WITH THE PISSAHS! Yayyeeee!! Anything to see Deck and Shattered fight about who is the better athlete -- even if it is just mini-golf. Aaaaaand I finally get to see Collidah after, what seems like, 4 years. Can't wait!!!!!

The Shit Show.

That's what it has turned into lately. The shit show. It's at a point where if I say something "out of line" (even if not on purpose) it turns into a frenzy and I get scolded. Now -- if someone else says some as equally inappropriate, it's like nothing ever happened (i.e. - "Cause we actually come to practice.") And the pushing never ends. I understand we're at a certain level -- but for Christ's sake! It's not the god damn Olympics. I can't wait for September.

Going out with the Deck-Hers tonight to see Shakespeare in the Park -- YAYYEE! I'm excited for lawn chairs and thai food. My friend Paul is in the show, so it should be quite entertaining! I think what I'm most excited about, is bringing my lawn chair onto the T. I can't wait to hit some mofos in the face with that thing.

I hate the guy that works across the hall. Sometimes I think I could get to like him -- but then he does something so fucking retarded, that I'm automatically forced to change my mind. He's too effin HAPPY. This is BOSTON, get over yourself and get with the program! Anger and bitterness are your new best friends -- get to know them well.

I also am sick of people. People that I thought I knew, but obviously don't.

Don't you just hate the Shit Show?

Wicked Ahhhtsy.

I thought that maybe this year's birthday would be ruined with something. And I was surprised to find out that the day went much better than expected. Between all my teammates, friends and family wishing me well and the ice cream spree at work and the rainy Red Sox game with my dad, I had a pretty awesome day.

I also had an awesome weekend. I spend all Friday evening/night with Jenna, Melody, Jake, Emily and Greg in Hogwarts Square (Harvard Sq), anxiously awaiting the release of the 7th and final Harry Potter book. It was definitely heartbreaking to think that this is the last time I'll be around crazy HP fans (except for movies - but not the same). We had a fantastic time, getting followed by a crazy girl, giving her the slip, waiting at Unos for an eternity. Getting Butterbeer and Polyjuice Potion -- which was rather disappointing, but I guess that's not all that surprising when you expect Butterbeer to taste like melted down Wether's candy. Around 1:30am, I had my book in hand and went home to read a few chapters before passing out. I've since finished the book, but I won't ruin anything in case people are still reading it. But I definitely liked it.

Saturday, the Massacre took a trip down to NY to scrimmage against the Gotham Girls. After nearly being killed by a toll booth, we made it there and were amped to play. This is when I realized that Quick Sandy had actually written me a birthday poem:

A Birthday Poem for Harlot Fevah

Fevah is awesome,

Her back is not.

I helped her put pants on once,

It was pretty hot.

She always makes me laugh,

She's really fucking funny.

I scared her for life,

The Halloween Faster was a bunny.

I like the ladies,

She likes dudes.

But that doesn't stop her,

From screaming, "SHOW ME YA BOOBS!"

I heart Harlot Fevah

I heart her a lot.

I helped her put pants on once,

It was pretty hot.

I HEART Q SAND TIMES A MILLION KAJILLION. It made my day go by that much smoother. I can't really think of what else to write about. So the end.

Seriously?

So, I'm leaving work yesterday (already in a shitty mood) and I think, "Thank God. Today is over."

I get into the elevator and press 4, cause I'll be DAMNED if I'm walking up 4 flights of stairs. And I hear the door open, and me -- being a nice person (hahaha) -- I hold the elevator in case this person wants to get in as well. This guy, maybe a few years older than me, gets into the elevator. I give him a half-assed smile, one that should make any man melt god dammit. And he looks at me, looks at the elevator panel with the buttons and says:

"Press Five."

Not a "Can you please press 5?". Not even a FUCKING please.

I turned around and looked at him and said "You're kidding me, right?" to which he gave me this looks as if to say "I have no idea why you're being a bitch to me right now." So I turned around and kicked every button on the panel. He then started muttering under his breath so I turned and stared at him the entire way up to the 4th floor. The elevator finally makes it to the 4th floor and I walk out with a certain glee about me. I turned and flipped off the guy and then I thanked the stars that I still have my Saturn with dent resistant doors as I kicked the living shit out it.

Happy fucking birthday to me.

But...Harry Potter 7 comes out TOMORROW. Hells yes.

Should have posted this first....

What the hell.

Why am I doing this?

Like I need another distraction from work or anything else. I already HAVE a freakin blog!! I guess I just felt left out of the blogspot gang. Collidah, Maims, Natae....this is for you guys!

Now, I will keep my myspace blog for longer, more in depth posts. BUT, I would like to use this as a "Holy mother of god, why is the world like this?" kind of thing.

EXAMPLE:

Why is it, that when you go to a self-check out isle at the super marker, one of the following people is in front of you?

-A couple that has absolutely NO IDEA how this works

-A person that has an entire cart of groceries ready to scan -- hey asshole, it for only a FEW ITMS!

-A person with a million and one coupons. Hey, guess what? No one cares that you've wasted most of your life cutting out these damn things so you only have to pay like $3.67 -- it's not worth it

-Someone that puts an item on the weigh station, then automatically picks up the bag so the following message sounds: "Item removed from bagging area. Replace item and continue scanning."

And if it's not that, then its someone who is UP YOUR ASS behind you waiting to get to the machine you're at. Wait your damn turn and get the fuck away from me! I usually never give these retards the chance, because I give them a look as if to say "If you come any closer, this pretty little tattooed foot is going right up your ass."

I am a bitter angry woman. Make sure to look back at the rest of my ramblings and aggravations!