We're all fake on the inside...

Last night I was having an intellectual (yep, you'll see) conversation with Husband. Whatever mindless TV show we had on was profiling Hugh Hefner (The Hef, Heffster, Heffmeister, blech F'n Old Guy is what I call him). Anyway, ( I digress) the show was taking "Hef" and his "Bunnies" back to his hometown-wherever, back to the sweet little humble home where he was (probably) born (without electricity and/or running water) and raised, etc. During this arousing (hehe) piece "Hef" referred to "Millie". Now, who "Millie" is - I have no idea. But, apparently I am much wiser than I perceive myself to be as Husband questioned, "Who's Millie"? To which I spewed, "Well, I'm sure she Hef's first wife. You know, the one who sacrificed to get him to the top, birthed his offspring, gained nothing for herself, and was thrown crudely to the side like a sack of garbage, only to be replaced by a younger, blonder, taller, silicone infused, version of the Barbie-wannabes we see him with now"! OK, those weren't my EXACT words, but, pretty close. THEN, Husband has the utmost desire to make me feel better by retorting, " But they are all fake". Ah, yes. At that point I realized I am in no way "Barbie Doll" enough. I guess fortunately for me, when we are all dead and gone to a much happier place, well - some of us will think hell is happy - I know...I'll be rotting away, while parts of the fake Barbies will be perfectly preserved in their coffins like plastic containers with life-spans of 10 billion years accumulating in rubbage heaps! Open them up like a long-awaited time capsule and you will find blob remnants of silicone baggies, artificial facial implants and a pair of plumped up lips so succulent and fleshy you could taste their last meal.
Alas, Diva Envy.

chicken shit

This was my recent email to McDonald's regarding a personal experience...

I ordered the new Southern Style Chicken Sandwich, which I like very much. The last two times I ate in I ordered that sandwich with mayo. The second time I was told the mayo was extra, which I paid $.25 for. The more I thought about it, the more irritated I became. Especially since this very same morning I saw a news report on how McDonald's will not be raising prices on their value meals as you do not want to pass rising costs onto your customers. Ah...hello? Mayo used to be free. Now, I guess I can understand if your giving me a packet of mayo. Perhaps your costs for individually packaged condiments is more than a bulk shoot it out of the gun type. My main point is...should I decide to visit McDonald's again. I will order my sandwich WITHOUT condiments, and I will expect a $.25 credit on my bill. Because, I know your giving back to the next customer who orders their meal WITHOUT condiments, in just the same manner your charging those customers who order WITH condi!ments.


I just had to get that off my chest. As of yet, the response from McDonald's has been...please fill out our survey....HA...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

My point...next time you order your sandwich without condiments, make sure your getting a refund!

Hi. Welcome to my life and times. Divaish I'm (really) not. More like a redneck that is a diva wannabe. Life is hills and valleys, pits, pot holes and sink holes. C'mon in.