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Posted on: March 7, 2009

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Well, I was planning on writing about the feeling that one gets when you get publicly humiliated in the comments section of someones blog, and it makes you feel like the uncool kid that tries for acceptance that almost always says something awkward which usually misses the mark and you are once again left on the sidelines, with the other uncool kids, who don’t like you either because you smell or something and…. hmmmm…I’ll leave that for another day. I will say I’ll make sure that I will try to be more cool in the future. Sorry I suck. The. End.

Anyhoo, besides that, I have a story! Which includes a homeless man, early morning and ME. Interesting, no? Well, this all begins about 3 or 4 weeks ago. On the first morning I was leaving for work, I opened the door and this SMELL kicked me right in the face. I thought our neighbors dog was left in the hallway? Or something nearly died then crawled away? Well, the smell was so strong and weird I told the fiance that he should come and behold the stench that was our hallway. He agreed and life went on. This continued on for a couple days, strange stench in the hallway, no known source, wash rinse repeat. A day or two later, I got up for work, as usual, and I heard this loud ass snoring, I was laughing and told the fiance that the neighbor MUST have a cold because this thundering snoring was impossible to believe. So I continued to get ready for work, the snoring kept being annoying, I was running late so the normal goodbyes to the fiance , (love you, no…I love you….KISS), was really more like, FUCK I’m running late! Gimme Kiss! BYE! I opened the door and what did I see? A Homeless Man laying ON the stairs. As I opened the door I must have startled him because he sat up so quick his hood popped up onto his head. I slammed and locked the door and conveyed my displeasure as such: HOMELESS MAN! HALLWAY! MAN IN HALLWAY! For some reason the fiance didn’t get the gist of my clear statement so he was, huh? HOMELESS! HALLWAY! He finally understood, so he opened the door and by that time the bottom door was already closing. (we don’t lock that door, neither does the neighbor, we live in Wisconsin, we are trusting and a little bit stupid, please forgive). The fiance in his very manly and intimidating flannel jammies and slippers procedes down the stairs to see what the fuck was going on. the conversation went like this: Fiance: What are you doing in here? Homeless Man: Waiting for the bus. Fiance: Oh, ok. ME: WHAT THE FUCK! So I still had to go to work, the homeless man ambled off so I walked around the building to my car and then had to scrape ice off of it, all the while, Fiance was standing about 50 feet away watching me, because if the Homeless Man wanted to attack, we was ready to go with his slippers and jammies. Acually, it was sweet that he watched for me. I scraped and scraped as fast as I could with eyes in the back of my head, just waiting to get carjacked by the Homeless Man. So we told the landlord, they gave us a key, the door still stays unlocked at the bottom of the stairs, we do lock our door, but the neighbor doesn’t lock the bottom one even though he comes home after we do. So, last week the neighbor said he called the cops because he caught the Homeless Man in the hallway, I guess until this point he thought we were delusional.  They didn’t catch him. Then on Monday the cops were circling our block with there spotlights, obviously looking for someone. Homeless Man? I can’t be sure, but I am sure that about 30 minutes ago I saw the SAME Homeless Man shuffle by outside. He’s still lurking. I hope he found a different hallway to call home, but if he didn’t I hope he at least keeps the snoring and the body odor down to a minimum. It’s only polite, you should always think of your neighbors. GAH.

Ok..first question… why would a bus from a church (I’m too lazy to get the name on the bus, and not good at getting a good picture) be at the restaurant right across the street from my apartment at 10 pm? Are these people that rented the bus from a “Senior Community” or are they pimping the bus because of the lower rates for a bachlorette pary? Sorry for the spelling. Just curious. Why, if it was seniors, couldn’t they come out and eat at dinner time with the rest of us? Why wait until 10 pm?

Also, have you watched Real World, the new season in Brooklyn? Am I the ONLY ONE that sense the irony about the chick that didn’t want to be outed about her sexuality to the male roomates? Isn’t she obviously transexual? I thought it was pretty obvious but, not that it’s a problem, but GEEZ, get used to yourself. I hope she feels more comfortable in her skin, thinking about that, I could use the same.

(I had a whole paragragh here, but the wordpress Gods ATE it.) BAH

Also #3 This is for the people (the one or two that may read) but, do you guys chat anywhere? I’d like to talk moar plz.

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Posted on: January 20, 2009

Winter blues…oh winter blues, why do you torture me?  Maybe it’s not so much the winter blues so much as the handbag that I ordered online, that I waited oh so patiently for, which got delivered today after much pacing about. Guess what. The bag is wee. Tiny. I can’t fit my ALL my stuffs in it. Which, I do understand, I probably need to downsize a bit, but damn, online purchases always seem to be right out of reach of what I was hoping for. This tiny little purse does carry the essentials, really what is REALLY essential to drag around all day long? Not much perhaps, but I thought it would be much bigger than pea sized. Now I’m a bit deflated, which is good, now I can put my deflated self in my new weee little purse and carry it around. Ha! Online purchases be damned. Blah….

In other news, can you become lactose intolerant when you’ve never had problems before? I ate some shells and cheese last night, (velveeta always helps the winter blues, CARBS…num num), and my stomach was all bloated and hurty all night. What gives? I loves me some lactose, say it isn’t so. Any help would be appreciated.

Just a short note to say that I’m not dead, just freezing, not unlike most of the other folks in the upper half of the U.S. , and I can’t forget my Canadian peeps that are experiencing the same type of tundra like weather. I don’t likey the winter. Me and the fiance are tossing around the idea of moving south, Savannah GA to be specific. Not within the next couple of months, but within the next year.  If anyone reads this drivel I would love to have some feedback on whether this ould be a nice area to move to. Other than that, I have pretty much nothing, my fingers are a frozen and I am just hoping for Spring to come soon. I hope all is well with all the internets, and I’ll have a better post soon. Sorry I’m sucky at this right now, anyone have any home remedies on the winter blues? Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Keep warm!

We are under a SEVERE WINTER STORM WARNING. We may get up to 12 inches of snow…which to most people in area isn’t a big deal. Hell, in this neck of the woods it’s pretty typical. But to ME, I HATE HATE HATE the snow. I hate getting ready in the morning just to stand outside brushing my car off, which means all the snow ends up on me because I am short, which also means I get to go to work soaking wet. 12 inches of show is actually quite alot, now that I think of it, I’m only 5’2″, which means it’s going to snow 1/5 (my math sucks) of  my height. What if I drown?  I hate driving in it, pretty much I cannot think of one redeemable quality of the Snow.  Also, I have learned that the Ice hates me. I cannot even LOOK at the ice without it grabbing my foot and knocking me to the ground. A hockey player I am not.  So, as I lay awake all night worrying about the albino death pellets raining down, I need you, helpful reader to please tell me one redeemable quality of the Snow.

Update:

The one good thing is that I FINALLY found my wayward glove, it was under my spare tire (not that one, thanks) in my car. Before I found it I had two righties and no lefty glove.  My gloves have been reunited after a season apart.  Weeeeee.



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  • lv4921391: any time you feel the need to send jokes...send them to me...like your blogging ...lv
  • lulue: My fiance's parents live in Surprise Arizona, we visited during Thanksgiving 2007. (my first flight and I didn't get arrested or cry! I win) I loved i
  • TJ: Savannah is really nice. I've not spent any serious length of time there, but the area has a really great feel to it. I lived half in PA/half in Atlan

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