Ramblings of a HellGoddess

Funny. 'Cause I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of... and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around. Everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up... shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. *I'm* crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind. 'Cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts.

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Friday, January 19, 2007

Goddess of a World and Keeping Everyone Happy

So I have a world to keep turning, to keep it lively and entertaining and make sure everyone in it is reaching their desired heroic levels. At the same time, I have a small group of demigods to motivate and keep on track with the help of the God of Floon.

So, some of you may have no idea of what I am talking about please note my nonapology here, those of you who do, my applause to you here...both groups may still leave me offerings.

My floon is sucked dry and I'm afraid that the God of Floon is going to look like a deflated balloon by the time this campaign is over. UG. This is particularly sad when we still have two more years left before we can destroy it entirely. I have developed a paranoia to listening to the prayers of the dwellers of our world and have thus completely avoided that area.

Ok, so this will all end and I'm sure that once we get started the year will be fine. We have some really great ideas to story and the dwellers have a chance to really affect it. This still doesn't stop the heart and gut clenching (maybe I'm constipated?) that happens whenever I think about it.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Cigarette-Butt World

The world is not your ashtray! It appalls me that so many people think it's okay to throw their trash on the ground, everywhere. Yes, that little piece of smoke-infested paper at the end of the cigarette is trash people! It's not okay for me to throw my used napkin or empty coffee cup on the ground and people who smoke would be upset to see me do that, but somehow they can sit there and throw their butts out the car window, on the sidewalk, outside the building they just came out of or are going into.

The next time you're standing outside a public building - especially a place with a nice rocky garden take a close look around. You'll be amazed at the amount of butts that litter the ground.

They seriously should be fined - just like I would if I littered!

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Sunlight

I'm sitting in my livingroom looking at the sunlight shine off the magnolia tree in the front yard. It has that vaguely fall feel about it. Now I know why I've been wandering around today thinking I need a change at work but especially home. Fall always does that to me: tuck away the old and rid myself of the unneeded. (yes, I know it's not fall yet...it's the sunlight you fink!)

Makes me want to get a yurt...yes you read that correctly, a yurt. Stick it in my backyard and put cushy rugs and a futon. And while I'm putting in a yurt - why not a lake so I can watch the duckies swim by while I drift asleep surrounded by warm sunlight and a soft breeze (of course, while I'm behind mosquitoe netting.)

I wonder how much a yurt is?

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

I'm a melty goddess....


My hell dimension clearly had air conditioning. It seems as though we've gone from rainy spring to hot hot hot August summer and somehow missed the comfortable July. I'm clearly being punished.

There was escapage of the heat last night when I went to see The Devil Wears Prada. Anne Hathaway's new 'do in the movie was super cute! I'm getting that haircut tomorrow - giving myself a pedicure and getting my nails done on Saturday. And somewhere in there I must buy some new shoes.

Lo the heat - this is not my idea of fun in sun....hurry up and thunder and storm sky.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Shopping - Grandma Please Quit

I'm not a particularly large person - nor am I particular small. I'm rather short - only 5'3". So, yes, I should shop in the petite section. I rarely do - since someone who has been assigned by the designers to make clothes for petite women size 12 have decided we're all over the age of 50.

I feel like I should phone my grandmother when I'm in these stores and ask her if she has a part-time job as a buyer for major labels or perhaps a consultant. And when she invariably answers, Yes dear, beg her to quit.

At some of the large department stores I'll find myself shopping in the juniors section - their pants tend to be a little shorter (thank god we're outof the, my pants must drag five feet on the floor and show the crack of my ass at the same time, phase.) While in these sections I get looks from young girls that I just know I know! are thinking what the heck are you doing in this section. I smile back at them politely and think, heh I'm desparate.

And I'll often be looking in the large size shirts junior or misses since the size of my breasts has pushed me over the edge from medium. Now, there are tons of cute shirts if you're tiny! It seems like they've forgotten what is appropriate for a larger woman and just made the carbons of the styles that are cute on smaller women. It's as if we're going to forget that we aren't busty or bigger and believe it's flattering on us because we saw it in the smaller sizes also. Duh.

And all this because I'm looking for an outfit for a girls' trip to Atlantic City. I guess I'll just buy another pair of cute shoes.