Hi Steve,
I was a bit bored this evening, and I play around on the internet when I'm bored. So tonight I suddenly and quite by accident, found this story on the internet...I was actually adding people on Twitter that I wanted to follow, and stumbled on this article. Is there REALLY going to be a Journey biography?? If so, did you know about it, give your approval or refuse to participate? I am very curious.
Well, if you approved it, I'm looking forward to reading it. If you didn't, then I'm ready to fight this guy to the death for all the BS that must exist in those pages.
Just thought you might want to know about it, in case you already didn't. (I am sure you did though).
Oh, and there was also this photo I found of you, with some guy named Paul...something...I don't remember, nor do I know (or care) who the heck he is, but he's just "too pretty" if you ask me. Sniff. Fake teeth too. I don't know why people feel they have to be fake just to be visually acceptable to others. I feel that, "this is me, take it or leave it, imperfect, flawed, genuine, real, nothing fake about me---if you don't like the way I look, don't fuggin' look at me then." I guess I'd be chewed up and spit out in L.A., huh? My attitude is so foreign to those skinny bitches out there in LA-LA-land.
I do like that t.v. show "Hot in Cleveland," and it's funny how those 3 women (all gorgeous) think that Ohio is so much better than living in LA because they don't have to stop eating, buy Spanx, botox, liposuction, and pay major bucks for wrinkle removal, etc., just to catch a guy's attention...and I think to myself, "Hell no, it ain't worth it...I don't know any of those idiots who judge my looks so harshly like that, nor do I care to, so why would I go to all that trouble just to be "pretty" in someone else's opinion? I'm not going to be a movie star, I wouldn't want to even if somebody offered it...I don't want to be on t.v., I don't want to be "famous," but I do happen to know for an absolute FACT that I am GORGEOUS on the INSIDE, thankyouverymuch, and THAT is more important anyway. (Pete claims that I am gorgeous on the outside too, but he's blind, what does HE know...old men are funny that way...the eyesight is the first thing to go don'tchaknow).
Nosireebobaroony, you won't catch ME doing plastic surgery or botox or stupid vain crap like that. Sure I might joke about it, but when it really comes down to it, I wouldn't even go through with laser hair removal on my twat when Pete asked me to. (My grandma died from cervical cancer...I don't want laser beams on my hoo-ha, I'll just shave or VEET, thanks). I don't even want to get a tattoo, because it's like poisoning your body, and I don't like that idea at all. Besides, it USED to be thought of as "badass," but now it's just "conformist," and that's as far from being "badass" as you can get. Lame. Everybody's got one nowadays. Not me. No tramp stamp, no flower on my ankle, nothing. Just pure, uncluttered pale white skin. As a matter of fact, if I want to be "badass," I'd rather just wear a whole bunch of Summerville Bollins. *wink* (Google it if you're curious...otherwise, skip it).
A piercing??...well...hmmm...I do have one piercing in my earlobes, that I got when I was 16...but the only OTHER piercing that I MIGHT consider.....and only if I get real drunk first.....is on my nipples. But then again, I am a 42DD, honey, and frankly I'm afraid they might migrate out because they're too big. (More than a mouthful, so I've been told). I can't have a belly button piercing, though, because the unfortunate truth is, I've got an OUTIE. That really wouldn't look so good, am I right?? And who are we trying to kid, this body has NEVER ONCE worn a bikini. Just ain't gonna happen in this lifetime.
Anyway, nice photo of YOU though. And recent too! Very cool. Thanks for allowing that guy to take it. He seems very smitten. hehehehe And you look like, "Dude, go away, I'm tired of this shit."
When I met you, I asked if you would let me have my photo taken with you, but you told me no, because "you didn't want any photos showing up in the gossip papers" of me claiming to be your girlfriend. I just looked at you like, "WTF? Somebody actually DID that to you? What a WHORE." But I didn't say it. I just felt kind of bad because I felt snubbed, and a little sad that you had to be like that because of some other be-otch who treated you wrong by doing such a thing. It's a damned shame.
Well, no matter, there are lots of photos that I can look at all over the internet, so I'm cool with that. I don't have to be in a photo with you, just to love you. I will love you no matter what, where, who, why or how. Even if I'm never going to measure up to the type of LA woman you might like to look at in return. Once a Journey "groupie," now I'm just a frumpy housewife in Pittsburgh, who met you twice when I was younger, and loved every moment of it. Nothing fancy, just plain ole ME.
But dammit, I still say you're a lucky slob to have my attention on this blog, so suck it up and count your blessings, you old poop. I just might not want YOU going to the gossip papers, claiming to be my boyfriend either, so nyahhhhh. (Pete might not like that either). But then again....he might just share me, if you ask him nicely!! *wink*
I'm a shameless flirt, what can I say? And you love it.
Bye for now.
Love, Rebecca PS......Did you read that last post all the way through? Rather lengthy, but informative.
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