Kick Ass!

Horrorpops- Hell Yeah! Now, knowing my musical styles a tetch, you’ll understand they’re not classical or anything Psychobilly, I believe the term is. All I know is they rucking fock!

Anne

Well, Except For This Post

She ran her fingers through the soft hair of the child beside her.

“Run,” she whispered. “Run tonight, little one. Now!” Her hand twisted the silken hair and the child howled in surprised pain before running down the dirt path toward her father’s house.

“I feel danger all about us,” she said softly in the night air. “But it presses so close, I cannot determine it’s true location.” She watched the golden hair of the child vanish in the night.

“Run well, young one. I fear tonight death will touch in the village.”

Anne

It Was So Cold, So Damned Cold.

She’d always thought the jungle would be hot. The movies always showed them that way. Tarzan in that sexy loincloth. Jane in that bikini. But good Jesus it was freezing. She hadn’t seen the sun in over a day, it was raining all the damned time… Of course she’d lost her entire pack and everything she owned when she’d gotten lost. What made that worse was losing all her clothing when she’d tried to clean in a stream and her clothing had washed away.

So now Janet staggered through the dim light, drenched, and plain fucking freezing to death. Good Lord. Well, she thought with a smile, at least she still had all her teeth.

Janet was a tall redhead, her soaked hair coated to her back and neck. Her breasts were large and full, her tummy flat, and her crotch was just starting to itch from all the hair starting to grow back. Can’t keep a proper shave going when you’re freezing to death in the God bedamned jungle, after all.

Exhausted, she leaned against the rough wet bark of a gigantic tree. What the hell kind of trees were these, anyway, she wondered. Some of the trees were like the gigantic Redwood, some like swampland bald cypress… she knew they wouldn’t, they couldn’t, all exhist in the same jungle, but dammit- Her teeth chattered and she could barely feel anything.

“I think I have heard me something splashing about in my home,” she suddenly heard. A deep baritone voice, soft, almost like a song… barely heard over the falling raindrops. “It’s hard to hear in the rain, but I do believe I heard footsteps.”

“Here,” she called as loud as she could- which wasn’t very. She nearly bit her tongue with each word, and her shakes were becoming terrible and she new if she didn’t get warm soon, she was going to die. “Oh God, I’m here.”

“Oh there is someone isn’t there,” she heard and the voice was getting louder although she couldn’t tell from where it came. In the rain, with her exhaustion, pain, and cold she just didn’t care where it came from. “It sounds to me like some young woman has come to visit me in my cold wet home. It sounds to me like she’s in trouble. Can I help you, my lovely?”

Janet was unable to even scream when the origin of the male voice revealed himself to be a gigantic snake- it’s head larger than hers by far. A foot wide, six inches in height and two coal black eyes staring at her above the blunt nose. The long tongue flickered out at her face, tasting the air.

“You look to be in serious trouble, my dear, so serious. It’s so cold for people out here. I would love to do anything at all I could to help you. I certainly would.” He continued slithering into the small clearing she had come to a halt in, his thick body ten inches thick at it’s largest, tapering slowly to the last third of it’s body. That last third was occupied by a large bulge, a meal of- what large animal would you find in the jungle?- filling his stomach. When at last his tail coiled into sight, he revealed himself to be forty five feet in length. “I consider myself to be a good Samaritan, really.”

continued later and EDITED and CONTINUED

Anne

p.s. Continued right in THIS POST. No NEW POSTS until I do this story more!

And He’s An Idiot, And His Staff Are Idiots

The first thing he says when I tell him my prob is “I don’t know. I don’t do Vista.” Now, he himself USES Vista on his home comps, but he durn’t know how to FIX Vista. So I call his shop, and THEY don’t know how to fix it.

So that’s when Mama Snake took out the Fist Of Fury and fixed her own machine.

Whoo hoo! I TOLD him I’m not an idiot, but does he believe me? N…O…  He wants to weld my machine shut so *I* can’t get into it.

Fucker.

Anne

Oh, By The Way

I managed to fix the problem to my comp all by myself. I figured out that if I killed the Explorer.exe process, I could still load up my fave file manager. Then, running progs without the use of any explorer or desktop (sorta like back in the days of DOS (which i growed up on, btw) except using icons instead of the CLI), I was able to google, find my prob, dload the registry fix, install, reload, and-

Fucking VOILA, motherfuckers. So there. Mama Snake once again proves she rules with the fucking Iron Hand Of Motherfucking GOD.

Oh aye

Anne

Good Lord

Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal

Anne

Split Your Lungs With Blood And Thunder

Well, that title is a lyric from a song, but all of the other dark topic titles I create on my own.

Get the music from the group Balthrop, Alabama.  They rule. They sound very folk-musicy and yet somehow they are not.

God loves my country more than He loves yours, and he wants you to die

Anne

My Dreams Are Black, My Nails Bloody

Well, Vista installed an update and told me I needed to reboot to finish installing it.

For two days I put it off, then I finally rebooted.

Well,  fuck. I rebooted, now I’m doomed. Now when I try and boot, nothing finishes. The taskbar appears, the ’start’ button appears- then both vanish. Then the taskbar appears, the ’start’ button appears- then, well, repeat ad infinitum.

Fuck.

Anne

Hey, I Should MentionThis

I have inoperable cancer.
Whoops. I was lying. I DON’T have any cancer that I know of. Didn’t mean to scare you.
Anyway, what I meant to mention was the fact that I have a multiply website.
I don’t know exactly what the whole “Multiply” deal is, but I gots me one. Check it out my homies.
I stuck with homies because I was going to use a potentially offensive racial term. Not the “N” word as we know it- I is whitebread through and through and through but I am NOT an intentional racist. Racial epithets for fun and profit, but NEVER to denigrate someone  
Anyway. What was I talking about? Oh yeah.
My Multiply Website.
Check THAT shit out!
Anne
p.s. wordpress is totally fucking up my paragraphs now, running everything together as one huge paragraph. I’m trying to actually code it now to keep the paragraphs running correctly. Hope it works 

The Story Of My Life Is Written In Blood

I think my favoritest hamster has gone through hamster menopause. She doesn’t get stinky like female hamsters do when they go into heat. A hamsters lifespan is about 2 years on average. And really though, she shouldn’t be having this happen- she SHOULD be only like 8 months old. If they weren’t lying where I got her- she was a donated hamster and I got her and her cage and some stuff for her all free. They SAID she was 4 months old.So I dunno. She may be fine. But she’s starting to get that “feel” (a physical feel when I hold her, etc) of age about her.I’ll keep you all posted.Like you care Anne