Thursday, March 29, 2007

Marriage...

I used to live in NYC, and I knew Judith Nathan had been married twice before she married Rudy, why are people acting like this is new information. Wasn't new.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Must see...

So Bill Clinton is a big fan of "24" and "Grey's Anatomy" not so interesting. What is interesting, is that both shows were produced by Lloyd Braun, Rick Lazio's Vassar roommate.

don't do that

I ordered ice coffee at lunch today. The waiter, whom I'm sure meant well, put artificial sweetener in it, and didn't tell me. That stuff makes me sick.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Begging here

I sometimes wonder, if I'd been able to rally my family against my stalker, but luckily. my friends had granted close proximity to a rally-killer and that was that. No comfort for me, and everybody continues to be bullied.

To all those self-professed bosses o' me, six months. Just give me six months without any helpful suggestions. Without anybody screwing with my jokes. Without any "favors" You can always get me to choke back my bile again then. I'm not a spectacle, for six months, please look someplace else.

not so much

Six months, it isn't so much, is it? Six months without any attention getting behavior. No helpful swarming of me, no hints, nothing. I know you can only see me as Twinkee would have you see me. I'm only asking that you look in a different direction. It isn't about you.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Six Months

Stop making things worse. Take your damn mitts off. Stop having your surrogates talk at me. As I don't merit a phone call, an email or even a damn text, then there's nothing to say to me. If everything you try to do to help me, ends up hurting me, why not discontinue the help, and therefore I won't have anything for which to blame you? I'm know I'm supposed to be grateful, but friends and foes keep moving the earth from under my feet, and moving around all the landmarks. If those who think they're my allies stopped doing that, then they wouldn't have to tell me what a pity it is that I seem to be lost. So condescending. I think I've earned some standing. I know you disagree. I know everybody disagrees, Give me six months, and we'll see if I can't get something going. No hints, or comments, cheers or jeers. Talk to me like I'm a person, or just stay quiet!

Just stop

I honestly think if I could have just 6 months of my friends not having their surrogates staling me, I could get a start to a life. Why are they so selfish?

By the way, Rome was a much better show before Kluger started on it.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

I don't understand...

About six or seven weeks ago, the floor in my kitchen had to be replaced. The planks didn't meet. Well the workers had to move the fridge, and my ice-maker stopped working. I just figured they'd disconnected something that didn't get reconnected. So I had the super come in to fix it. It didn't fix. He was supposed to come back, but he didn't, and as I don't use much ice, I didn't call him back either. Anyway, this morning, it started working, for no apparent reason. It's a brand new building, I'm the first tenant, there couldn't have been any ghosts. I just don't understand...

Saturday, March 24, 2007

last night

It was a pretty decent part last night. It was a miss USA party, somebody sold boxes and most of us had a contestant, randomly chosen for us to root. Mine was eliminated in the first round. Oh well, at least I met some nice, fun people, and I drank too much, often a good sign. There was a creepy guy staring at me most of the evening, but he left before I did, and did no harm. I'm unclear if he was an independent creepy guy or if my friends or my foes sent him.

If somebody wants to talk to me they should. If they don't want to talk to me, they ought not send others to talk at me. If I deserve some consideration, than I deserve consideration.

tonight

I went to a Miss USA party tonight, and I ponied up my 20 bucks for a contestant, who was eleimantated in the first round. I didn't care. Jimmy, the flaming guy who arranged the thing gave me the best hug. I met him the night I'd returned from my dad's funeral. My earring had dug into my skull, but it was so nice to be held, that it didn't matter.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Stay home and stay quiet

So Bill Shaheen is working for Hillary Clinton, and his wife, a former Governor of New Hampshire is going to "stay home and stay quiet" isn't that niiiice. Three cheers for women's equality!

Clintons are pissed

It's nice to know that the Clintons are pissed, but am I the only one tired of hearing them whine? "It's just not fair, that Hillary Clinton, the woman who fixed her election in part by breaking a woman's back has to answer for her vote on Iraq" Whaaa!

Oh well, and they thought the Edwards cancer thing would give her less competition. No, people like Mrs Edwards, and they don't like Hillary, poor dear.

I haven't been egregiously stalked today, of course I didn't go out much. I'm sure they'll stalk me again tomorrow.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

huh

I really don't understand why people act the way they do...,I found a valentine my dad sent me, the post office dated it on the ninth. Funny I just opened it now. My finger isn't bleeding any more.

Oh no

I sliced open my finger this morning, impressive cut, but finally has stopped bleeding.

who are we kidding?

Hillary Clinton arranged for that apple ad to be blamed on Barrack Obama. Somebody owns that image, I think it might be Bill Gates. Didn't Bill Clinton piggy-back on a Bill Gates charity thing?

People.....

I went to look at needlepoint today. There's a big exhibit and I was invited, so I went. I don't really like people, the work was amazing the people I was with were awful. We stayed for lunch, and sat five people at a table that was meant to seat four. One woman didn't like her seat, so she made another woman switch with her. That same woman insisted on touching everybody's glass gross. All of them reached across my food, their sleeves touching my meal, and they kept moving things rearranging the salt and pepper. Everytime I spoke I was interrupted by the same woman! For no reason. I do want friends, but that just awful.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Not Again...

What's the likelihood that Mrs. Edwards really has a health problem? Would she have a health problem if her husband weren't running for president? Rudy didn't have cancer, he was told that he did, the Klugers and the Clintons arranged it. Steven Kluger is the money guy at GE, also he roomed with Rick Lazio at Vassar. Yes that election was rigged, what a country!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Damn Frienimies!

My damn frienemies are going to get me into a car wreck! Notice I didn't say accident, because it won't be an accident. They've been sending trucks my way, you see it isn't enough to watch my every move, they have to make sure I know that they're watching every move I make. It's torture, real torture. I don't understand why they want to hurt me, but they insist. These trucks are distracting me from my driving. I'm a good driver, but even an expert can lose it when distracted on the road. After the wreck happens I'll have to hear how sorry they are and that it was an accident. To my mind, accidents aren't on a schedule, and this is.

I call them frienimies because my friends and enemies all conduct themselves in the same way, to the same end. They all send sargates to interfer with my every everything. Their only success is in hurting me. They make everything more unpleasant, because they think it's funny. Then they apologize, and do it again. Ignoring them doesn't work. Asking nicely to stop doesn't work. Running away doesn't work. Demanding doesn't work. What's left, I'm running out of life here. I'm not a spectacle...

Who Shall We Tick Off Today...

Hillary Clinton...the thing about her, is that people only like her when she's a victim, poor dear. What to do about that, hmmm. Whom do we really think created that ad on YOUTUBE? Is she really being victimized by her competition? Or is her campaign making her a victim without mentioning her husband's extra martial mambos?

Monday, March 19, 2007

The Citizen Chick

So this is my blog...in this blog o' mine, I will ask questions, often I'll know the answers, sometimes I won't. I'm not a particularly interesting person, but one thing is for sure, some of the most powerful people have gone out of their way to give me grief. These are politicians, celebrities, and random money people. They also include random folks who scoop ice cream for a living, publicly expose themselves, and beleive soap should be reserved for truly special occasions.

Often times I'll provide insight on some very underhanded, although very public actions, and I'll shine a light onto them. Mostly, I'll mock people. If I weren't funny, the bastards would be stealing from somebody else. I'll also snitch out those who steal my stuff and use it as their own. Please keep in mind that I have complained to the shows, the networks, agents and the union to no avail. I don't enjoy sniveling, but perhaps public mocking will get them to do their own damn work. Probably not, but it's a shot.