Little Green Faeries

Like someone pissing in your stream of consciousness

Monday, January 30, 2006

mangina-

so my boss approached me because apparently someone had been viewing tranny porn on the office computer. she wanted me to find out who.

well it was me. so that was an easy task.

but it was innocent,I swear.I went to Buck Angel.com, a site which profiles the exploits of a a female to male trans and "his"man-gina.

curiousity killed the cat or looked at some man's pussy.you be the judge.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

So I was listening to G-Dub's speech at the pro-life march a few days ago and it still makes me boil.
I still don't accept that man as my president. I wouldn't trust him to have the intellectual capacity to dry-wall my house-no less act as the diplomatic face of my beloved country.
not that beloved,who am I kidding.
meanwhile, on washington, bush is spearheading a political and cultural devolution. but that is okay, he believes in creation, so it isn't his fault- jesus just made him stupid and gave him the power to play god with everyone elses' life.
what I am getting at is this...if you believe in god, you should know that the constitution protects you and your beliefs.
that is what the country is founded on. People have the right to believe in jesus or jello and the government has no right to tell you otherwise.
the division of church and state is essential in protecting democracy,or atleast the semblence of it. the difference between us and iran is the difference between a theocracy and democracy.
protect your faith by keeping it out of congress.
any legislation surrounding gay marriage-pro or con-is inherently flawed.
it is a law based or influenced by religious beliefs.
that in itself is unconstitutional.
untangle marriage (a religious union) from civil ceremonies...then march on washington...
until then...don't let the politicians fool you and don't be a pawn in somebodies chess game.
bush doesn't care about you, he just cares about the mirror...
I'm not sure how he can even face that every day...

Sunday, January 22, 2006

on the bottom looking up...

so, here she is,the grand mistress in one of her fried pickles.

last night I cried on the cookline.

for those of you in the industry...the eternal struggle of front of the house vs back of the house culminated in 300 smacks worth of food voids in an 800 dollar hour.

it was war. and war is never pretty.

so I went home to change out of my heels and cuteness and get on my battle gear.

while walking backing to work I see half of my waitstaff hotboxing in a car.

they offered me the pipe, to diffuse the horror of being caught,and I declined,pretending not to see them.

now, technically I should have fired them.

but considering the amount of coke the bartenders are furiously snorting at any given time-I decided to live and let live.

though cokeheads are much more productive.

nothing like a bartender with nostrils like a magarita glass.

I walked in the kitchen and sent everyone home but my kiss the cook cook.

then cried.

like a baby.

while making fish and chips.

which is pathetic on a level I can't even define.

I am a pro-union, pro-worker, who has been promoted to management.

that is like a jew moving up in the nazi party.

I am a sheep in wolfs' clothing and it is an uncomfortable fit.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

il cuoco...devo dire de piu? Posted by Picasa