What a Way to Go

Here is a selection of book titles by journalist and author Hunter S. Thompson, who fatally shot himself in the head Sunday at his home near Aspen, Colorado:

"Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga" (1966)
"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream" (1972) "Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72" (1973)
"The Great Shark Hunt: Strange Tales from a Strange Time" (1979)
"The Curse of Lono" (illustrated by Ralph Steadman) (1983)
"Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s" (1988)
"Songs of the Doomed: More Notes on the Death of the American Dream" (1990)
"Silk Road: Thirty-three Years in the Passing Lane" (1990)
"Better than Sex: Confessions of a Political Junkie (1993)
"The Proud Highway: The Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967" (1997)
"The Rum Diary: The Long Lost Novel" (1998)
"Screwjack and Other Stories" (2000)
"Fear and Loathing in America: The Brutal Odyssey of an Outlaw Journalist, 1968-1976" (2000) "The Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century" (2003)
"Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness (2004)

Pickup Line # 71

"If you are what you eat, I could be you by morning"

IT'S A LOVE HATE THING

I hate/love Wednesdays.

See we have a 7:00am meeting every Wednesday which typically is a bitch session. 1. I don't like waking up early and 2. the meeting gives me a headache. Waaaa

However, on Wednesdays the plant people come out and water all the extensive plants in our buildings atrium. It makes it nice and warm and moist when walking out there and I love it.

And I going back to the colors. I like colors. So there Tracy.

Pickup Line # 1

This is my all time fav!!

"Do you know how to use a whip?"

Color change

I got my sister to view this blog thing and since she said it was difficult to read due to the color. And I liked the blue on black look. oh well.

Pickup Line # 98

"Miss, If you've lost your virginity, can I have the box it came in?"

I love my bed

and my pillow. Every morning I cry a tear leaving her all alone like that.

Obviously I'm not a morning person.

Air - can we get some air over here?

I am buring up in my cave (cube) today. Please don't tell me I've got the Change of Life Pox already. I'm too young to go down so soon.

Hey, Boss can you turn on the air conditioner a bit. He told me to take off my sweater. Where is the love?

Pick it up for someone else. Pretty Please

I emailed my dad this afternoon and told him to get a Richard Cheese CD for my gay uncle. I know he won't, but it's fun to stir things up a bit.

Picking up a Radio Signal

And it wasn't a "Mexican Radio".
I heard an interview with this guy on my way into work this morning and now I'm hooked, in some bizarre strange way.
http://www.iloverichardcheese.com I think I love him.

So, Sweetie Pie, if you're reading this - hint - hint.

Pickup Line #113

"Hey babe, I have clean underwear on."

I still chuckle when I read this one - can you image anyone saying this pickup line to you?

Pickup Line #111

"Why don't you sit on my face so that I can eat my way to your heart."

Tossed my Way

My first real pet I ever had was thrown at me.

Growing up with allergies and major asthma we didn't have pets like a dog or cat and my mother was terrified of birds. Nope, it was fish or gerbils for us. Take it or leave it. But that's another story.

I had just moved into a huge dump of a house on Starr Street in Nac-a-nowhere, Texas (That's Nacogdoches for out of staters) in my third year of college. The house was extremely large with several great shade trees and in an excellent location. The price was also very right - $400 a month for 4.5 bedrooms, 2 baths, super large kitchen and eating area and doubled the living room area with another eating area. Split the rent with 3 other roommates took on another pro versus the major con - the house was still a dump. When you're living on a dime you really don't see that part until looking back. My Doctor grandfather, who worked on a county medical board in Indiana, once visited and told my mother that the house should be condemned. Thanks a lot grandpa.

Well anyway, I had arranged it so that every semester I had Fridays off - kinda funny how that works out. I had slept late this particular Friday and while showering I heard a knock on the door. I wrapped a towel around my then thin body and thought nothing of answering the door in just my towel thinking it would probably be a boyfriend. Shock hit me in the face when standing on the door step were the two electricians who had been at the house the previous week. I really hadn't spoken much to them when they were repairing some wiring that kept shorting out, but my roommates had. Actually, two of them went out of their way to flirt with the men in hopes of getting them to also fix the major rat problem.

The two electricians had come up with an idea of getting rid of the rat (I use the singular for the rat because it turned out to be one big-man thigh sized rat - another story). The men then tossed me a tiny kitten and ran. Literally ran! Jumped into their truck and spun out of the drive.
Oh great! I'm extremely allergic, my roommates are in class, and I've got a kitten in my arms. A kitten who was so small she fit into one of my medium mixing bowls wrapped in a clean dish towel. She looked like a gremlin.

When my roommates (bitches from hell) got home I explained the situation and announced that the cat had to go. Well, they couldn't do anything because they were on their way out of town for the weekend leaving me alone all weekend with a scared little kitty. See ya. Bang (door hitting their asses on the way out).

I knew nothing about animal care, except that they eat, sleep and poop. I was in trouble. I hoofed it to the store picked up the items I thought necessary to get me through the weekend. A box of Friskies and cat litter - no cat box at this point 'cause she wasn't staying, right? I was gonna use a cardboard box lined with a plastic trash bag. It actually worked great for a few days and that kitten was a fast learner. Not one accident. Good Kitty. She and I spent the whole weekend together and before Sunday morning came I had given her a name - DiMeola (after the jazz guitarist). My first true love. She never bothered my allergies - God had sent her.

Damn, I miss that cat. June 1984

Pickup Line #116

"One way or another I'm going to make love to you tonight. but I'd rather you be there."

First Time I Picked up a Hitchhiker

"Do you need a ride?" I asked just after I had witnessed him and some (or all) of his belongings get tossed out of a car. "Thanks" he replied.
Upon getting into the passenger seat I noticed he was mostly carrying clothes. Boxers - I like a boxer man.
Where did he want to go? Anywhere but here. Turns out his girlfriend was the one kicking him out. What, a fight in paradise? Too bad for her. He was cute.
He finally figured out where he could go and it wasn't my apartment. Was that luck?
I dropped him off and was thanked after hearing all about the argument leading to the bad breakup. I'm a good listener when I want to be. And it wasn't that far out of my way. Summer 1995