The Procrastinator

4:20pm - I have 2 hours open to do my taxes today. Yes, it's December and I haven't done them yet. Every day that I'm off from work, I make a list of what things I need to do and priortize it. Taxes have made the To Do list every time, but it's usually one of the last items on the priority list. Cleaning usually comes before that, and that usually doesn't get done either.

Nap or Taxes - Nap or Taxes - Nap or Taxes - Nap or Taxes...hmmm....

I'll report in a couple of hours, unless I procrastinate on that too.

Strange Girl

Song in the works. A collaboration by my boyfriend & me:

She's a strange, strange girl.
She's a strange, strange girl.

She don't like her name.
She don't like Debbie, De-bor-ah,
Deb, or Debra.
DJ's okay.

She's a strange, strange girl.
She's thinks she's normal, but
she's a strange, strange girl.

She's got a cat named Stinky.
And the litter is filthy.
She don't like to clean.
And we know what that means...
She's a strange, strange girl.

She's a strange, strange girl.
She's a strange, strange girl.
She's my Debbie Jean.
She's a strange, strange girl.
She's a strange, strange girl.
and I love her.

Last Night

I woke up to the sound of someone shuffling around in my room. It didn't sound like my cats. I played like I was still asleep as my heart pounded faster and louder. I hoped that it would not be noticed. I continued to lay still with my eyes closed, but I forgot to breathe normally, until I found myself gasping for a deep breath. I wondered if this was a dream, but I was awake and aware. My plan was not to wake up if someone wanted to wake me up. I fell asleep waiting.

And then I was with Nicholas Cage. And we were loving on each other. And I liked it. But he's not in my top 5, much less on my list.

Waiting on Time

Pre-trial is set for May 26, 2010 - I don't have to be there. And then maybe another pre-trial after that - I don't have to be there either. And then maybe a trial date will be set - I'll be there.

The Weak Weapon

The best defense they have going for him is consent.

He pooed in my backyard! No dog about it.

If it was consent, why didn't he use my toilet? I had 2, and they both worked!

The Jury Juice

The Grand Jury indicted rapist on all charges. It didn't take long before they made an united decision. His bail is set at $9 million dollars.

I didn't have to testify. The ADA decided that the expert witnesses were good enough. I will testify when it goes to trial.

Cutting it Close: Earlier this week, the ADA were thinking of postponing indictment charges another week. The deadline of indicting rapist is March 10, 2010. Also, this was the last week of the existing Grand Jury members to serve.

Press release some time in the near future.

A Taste of The Case

I couldn't put the condom on. I tried to put the condom on, but I couldn't. My one available hand was not skilled enough with the angle it had and the other hand was pinned down underneath the covers. "What about a hand job?" I offered the unknown dark intruder as he held the knife to my throat. I thought that would have been a good option, but he said no.


Grand jury is set for Thursday, February 25, 2010. It will probably hit the news media soon afterwards.

How This Blog Began...

Haunting Doors

I'm at my parents' house and I'm trying to lock the exterior doors and I can't seem to successfully lock them. I feel unsafe. The doors and locks are flimsy. It is dark and no one is home. A car drives up the long driveway without it's headlights on, and I'm scrambling to get all the doors locked before the car reaches the house. It doesn't happen.

I've had that same reoccurring dream a couple of times a year for the past 20 years or so. I tend to dream about it right after a visit with my parents. I have issues with their doors. Growing up, the exterior door locks barely worked. Mom would put a chair in front of each door with the chair back propped under the door knob in hopes that it would be harder for an intruder to shove the door open. That's how it was. And pretty much still is.

Not one interior door would lock either. Mom and Dad would walk in my bedroom and bathroom without knocking. No privacy at all. Thank god I didn't discover masturbation until I left home. But I should have put a chair in front of my bedroom door anyway.

The interior doors were hollow as well. Worse yet, my bedroom wasn't too far from my parents' bedroom. A couple of times I heard their bed squeaking in the middle of the night, hoping they weren't doing what I thought they were doing, and praying they would quit very soon. When I heard that god-awful sound, I also made a strong agreement with myself, that if I ever have kids, they would have their bedrooms at the other end of the house. This may be the cause of me getting solid wood doors for my rental, and for hating hollow wood doors with a passion.

Naked With Shoes

I was naked. That was the theme for the musicians' party Bart and I were attending. Bart didn't want to dress up for the party so he kept his clothes on.

We got into the Butterfly cab, not as reliable as United, but he knew the way. A 20 minute drive, go over a railroad crossing. I wondered why I didn't have a cover-up on, like a trench coat or something. Here we are in the backseat of the taxi, pale as I can be. I crossed my legs, at least I had my heels on.

The theme had changed to wear clothes, but I didn't get that message. I didn't know hardly anyone and no one bothered to offer me a piece of cloth, only a drink. I felt out of place and wanted to leave immediately. I got on the phone to call another cab, and I waited a long time for that Butterfly cab company to get there. I was willing to walk home to change into something more comfortable.

I wanted Bart to leave with me. I was naked. But he wanted to stay. Three of the musicians had one extra ticket to a performance and they had asked Bart to join them. And Bart didn't want to miss the show. I wanted Bart's support, I was naked. Bart reluctantly went with me as we bickered back and forth. The show was at 10:30pm. It was only 4pm at the time.

I have another party to attend to on the 19th. If there's a theme change, I hope I'm notified beforeskin.

The Salad - The Black or White Egg

No gray egg about it.

I get in trouble, again. I left 10 minutes early, after closing, at 9:20pm, instead of 9:30pm. The clock-watching egg checked my time. I told her that she's being ridiculous.

-Closing duties were all done.
-We were dead all day & night due to the tropical storm Ida brewing in the gulf.
-We had no tables, no business.
-It was my first day back from surgery.
-I came in 2 hours earlier to cover a waiter's missed shift. Working over 10 hours.

That doesn't matter, she says. Well yes it does. It matters because I'm tired! It matters because I'm not appreciated when petty matters like this come up.

I don't understand why she can't be just a little over-easy?

The Salad - No Black Olive

The Black Olive, co-worker, gives her notice. She's leaving the Wilting Salad.

We think she's teaming up with Beet. Doesn't make sense when Beet beat-up and bullied Black Olive also.

Low Stoops

The dating track of about 2 years before Cape:

Name; Looks; Duration; Dumper/ee?
Todd aka Small Penis Man (1inch)-did not have sex!; avg; 1 month; dumper
Luke aka womanizing weasel; hot; 2 months; dumpee
Scott aka Asshole; a humpty dumpty; 1 month; dumpee
Cameron aka young hot Mormon; hot!; 2 months; dumpee
Nicholas aka young & depressed; hot!; 2 months; dumpee
Cort aka dead-beat dad & drunk; kissed like a lizard but hot; 2 months; dumpee

Meltdown

A Plan:
-Get married
-Move in with partner
-Stay with current job until Catelin or Capen or Catelin and Capen or Catelin and Sophie or Capen and Jack arrive.
-Start new job when he or she or they arrive.

Another Plan:
-Move in with partner
-Eventually marry or not??
-Stay with current job until house is renovated and fully rented out
-Get an inspiring and enjoyable career, with less pay, less/no benefits

Another Plan:
-Quit job
-Move in a hole

Being Followed - Part 6 - In and Out

Cate was upset. Afraid of dying. Worrying that she was going to die. Going under was scary. Second thoughts catered the room. Cape wrote on her hand "Fibroid" to make sure that was what the doctor ordered, to get Jr out. But If something would have gone wrong, the doctor would have had to perform a hysterectomy on Cate anyway, to save her life. That scared her.

Cate kissed Cape goodbye, and a few seconds (2 hours) later she woke up in a white bright room with a man and a woman talking about her. Jr went for some testing. And she started cramping and bleeding, which is normal after a D and C. They drugged her more to get rid of the pain and nausea, but other than that she was fine, the surgery was successful.

The doctor told Cape that he couldn't have sex with Cate for a month. She wasn't able to masturbate as well. Well maybe clitoral?

In and out of consciousness, Cate mumbled to Cape something about Wal-Mart, a friend stealing her shoes and then put nail holes in them, then ending with a desire to have Cape's baby, all the while chewed-up crackers rented a room in Cate's mouth during her three bazarre comments over a 3 hour recovery period in the hospital.

An hour later, Cate was released. Found in an alley all alone, she was begging for change to get a ride home. The 39 year old was use to getting dumped. She had never had a boyfriend past 2 months.

Being Followed - Part 5 - The Attack

The Doctor's office called to see if I could come earlier for surgery.
Fi Broid Jr was scheduled to come out today, arrival time 3:00pm. They just called and wanted me to come in earlier to surprise the little fellow. The best I could do was 2pm.

I guess I should make that will, just in case Jr gives me trouble.
Cats, house, car, electronics, contents. Check.
Anything else? Oh, I'll tell Bart to get rid of the black box in my apartment. If he forgets, Msh, you're on the job. It's under the bed. Still lots of good AA batteries in there.

Tango Twist

The schedule was tight for leisure. The booking agent scheduled Cate 10 straight days of gigs in Buenos Aires. Cate had studied Tango there before with the famous Norma and it was great to see her old friends again upon her return. Her acts included:

See You Manana

The Player

Dancing with the Ghost

The acts were successful, and received raving reviews. Cate was networking for future gigs. Life was great, until one dark night when she disappeared.

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CON-MAN CARPENTER FOR HIRE

$30/Hour

Not Licensed
Not Insured
No Tools
No Accountability

That's fair.

I charge you for materials only, but slide tool receipts in there too. I'll get the wrong materials and charge you for returning them to get more of the wrong materials. I'll do this for months, keeping it real, putting in the hard hours, while you're working or healing from an injury. I'll go as long as I can go with this cushioned job.

"Shawn, how much would you charge to fix this 2ft x 5ft floor?" The client asked the "skilled" carpenter.
"Well, that's a 2 man job, I can ask my friend to help. He charges $15/hour, but he comes with his own tools." Shawn said.
"Well what kind of tools you need? A hammer and nails?"
"Yea" He replied.

The work you get is just SUPERB!

- Caulk on counter tops.

- Human hair stained into hardwood floors. Plus polyurethane spills in corners.









- A-line grout between slate pieces. Plus visible glue and missing grout.

-Sheetrock octagon arches.

- Plus Much More!

Once I get found out, I take no responsibility. No apologies, I just cover up and make excuses: "It's not my expertise."

Call Shawn or Reynolds
You can facebook me too!

I'm hot and I'm an actor.

I'll make you believe I can do good work on your house.

Crushed - Even in Dreams

The red head guy from "Go" spoke to the man in charge about me auditioning to become one of the dancers. The man in charge said he would allow me only 2 auditions. The red head guy knew that 4 was the number for me to win the judges over. The red head guy flipped out some money from a briefcase to buy another 2. They discussed more. And I was waiting for the answer, but I knew the answer would be no.

A Dog in Therapy

It was summer and I was 16. My friend, Kristi, recommended the movie "I Spit On Your Grave" to rent at the local video store. A rated R movie, it sounded interesting. We watched most of it, but my Dad came home early from work. The movie was in the vcr and I couldn't get it out in time enough. Dad said he would watch it with us, not knowing what the movie was about. I tried to lie about the movie, but I wasn't skilled enough. Got blue marks from the belt.

I wonder what Msh's cool city parents would have done?

I grew up with religion country-bumpkin hick-folks where fixing a dog or cat meant they were broken. Dad didn't believe in fences in the yard cause our dogs wouldn't have the freedom to roam around and dig into the neighbors' garbage.

We were treated like dogs growing up, but our dogs were free.