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HAPPY BIRFFFFDAY TOOO MEEEE HAPPY BIRFFFDAY TOOOO MEEE!
i had a blood blister from my ring so it looks really red from all the bleeding..
but its all black and grey.
Odi Et Amo = "I hate and I love"
Instead of the traditional "love' "hate", I thought I'd pay homage to my favorite language, Latin.
So far, been a really great day, Hopefully I can get off work early and watch the AC/DC documentary Patrick ordered me, and we can drink Champagne...
I'm old.
i had a blood blister from my ring so it looks really red from all the bleeding..
but its all black and grey.
Odi Et Amo = "I hate and I love"
Instead of the traditional "love' "hate", I thought I'd pay homage to my favorite language, Latin.
So far, been a really great day, Hopefully I can get off work early and watch the AC/DC documentary Patrick ordered me, and we can drink Champagne...
I'm old.
Patrick: "Do you know what A4 23 10 is?"
AmberLynn: "No?"
Patrick: "Your seat to Michael Mcdonald August 13th in San Diego"
Amber: "(inaudible screaming and girlish laughter)"
-----calls mom to scream and giggle------
AmberLynns Mom: "I would go see MM with yall if you wanted? I can get smoooth."
-----hangs up with mom------
AmberLynn : " Mama says she would go with us, i'll give you the $ for her ticket"
Patrick: "I already bought your mom a ticket"
AmberLynn: "(inaudible screaming and girlish laughter)"
Patrick: "Are you happy?"
AmberLynn: "(still screaming and laughing hysterically and tears up)
Am I the luckiest woman in the world, or what?
Hot damn. That Munster is going to be the death of me.
AmberLynn: "No?"
Patrick: "Your seat to Michael Mcdonald August 13th in San Diego"
Amber: "(inaudible screaming and girlish laughter)"
-----calls mom to scream and giggle------
AmberLynns Mom: "I would go see MM with yall if you wanted? I can get smoooth."
-----hangs up with mom------
AmberLynn : " Mama says she would go with us, i'll give you the $ for her ticket"
Patrick: "I already bought your mom a ticket"
AmberLynn: "(inaudible screaming and girlish laughter)"
Patrick: "Are you happy?"
AmberLynn: "(still screaming and laughing hysterically and tears up)
Am I the luckiest woman in the world, or what?
Hot damn. That Munster is going to be the death of me.
Yet another video from the other night of us singing Journey.... Notice how mad I actually get when Josh hands the harmonica to a blacked out and horrible harmonica player...otherwise known as elzig. This is the old man deep within the confines of a serious black out. I fucking hate it when he plays the harmonica..now youll see why. hahahaha
seriously, worse harmonica player ever.
Enjoy.. or at least try to. hahahaha
hahahahahahahaha
and then one of me and my friend Josh singing Huey Lewis, another tasty gem. Its particularly funny when Old Salt puts the emphasis on "hot lovin every night"... hahahah im a dork.
Sorry Michael Mcdonald, youre not in this one...
hahahaha
seriously, worse harmonica player ever.
Enjoy.. or at least try to. hahahaha
hahahahahahahaha
and then one of me and my friend Josh singing Huey Lewis, another tasty gem. Its particularly funny when Old Salt puts the emphasis on "hot lovin every night"... hahahah im a dork.
Sorry Michael Mcdonald, youre not in this one...
hahahaha
So last night, we drank alot (big surprise--- has anyone noticed a trend here?)
Here's a video of me and my old man singing "Minute by Minute" by the Doobie Brothers.... Im in my Pj's. hahah. this video is pretty much my life in a nutshell.
Check out my sweet dishtowel moustache.
Boy life kicks ass.
Here's a video of me and my old man singing "Minute by Minute" by the Doobie Brothers.... Im in my Pj's. hahah. this video is pretty much my life in a nutshell.
Check out my sweet dishtowel moustache.
Boy life kicks ass.
Everyones aware I have a new set in review, correct? View it RIGHTCHEERRRE
Ive decided that this is my favorite song of the week.
Last night as I drove to GVR to pick up my drunken Old Salt Munsy from Steel Panther (aka. Metal Skool), this came on the radio *unfortunately we dont have Sirius in the car, yet* and it got me so hype <----(as megan would say)... I turned it all the way up, and even though there's holes in my minds recollection of the lyrics, I still managed to sing every note. hahaha
So, now you should enjoy.....
Even though it ain't Michael Mcdonald...Id wager he even probably likes this song. He is, afterall, a musical genius.
Ive decided that this is my favorite song of the week.
Last night as I drove to GVR to pick up my drunken Old Salt Munsy from Steel Panther (aka. Metal Skool), this came on the radio *unfortunately we dont have Sirius in the car, yet* and it got me so hype <----(as megan would say)... I turned it all the way up, and even though there's holes in my minds recollection of the lyrics, I still managed to sing every note. hahaha
So, now you should enjoy.....
Even though it ain't Michael Mcdonald...Id wager he even probably likes this song. He is, afterall, a musical genius.
Well, as in true Amberlynn "ruiner" stylee, I managed to get entirely too hammered during our set, that I potentially ruined it. According to inside sources, I am half cross eyed and look "physically drunk". So, stay tuned kidees, because the set might not be all we had it cracked up to be.
Damn you raging alcoholism. It's taken its destruction outside the liver, and released it's fury upon the world.
In lieu of witty banter and comedic pause I will now form a list of the recent goings on in Ambertown, USA.
1.) Our house is haunted. And is reaking havoc on our electronics, cellphones (doesnt that file under electronics, smart guy?), our sleeping patterns, general well being, and putting a huge cockblock on our lives.
2.) Pure is the busiest job I've ever worked at, and while I sold almost 8000 on my own bartending last night, I come home physically wrecked, and so wound up that I cant fall right asleep (which could partially be accredited to the ridiculous amount of Red Bull I ingest).. its killin me. But boy, it's all about the benjamins. Im gonna power right through that pysical exhaustion.
3.) Patrick and I have still in our long time of being friends/in love have never seen a movie on the bigscreen. We prefer to netflix, and snuggle drunkenly in bed when we watch movies, but lately I feel the Theater itch.
Any recommendations?
4.) Because I absolutely cannot cook, and Patrick is only available to feed me on the nights hes not in his kitchen at work, my mother is literally overnighting me biscuits. Now, as you would know, if you were a true Amberlynn Lurker is that Biscuits are on my list of things I Cannot Live Without. I am not kidding ladies and gentlemen, I loves me some mothafuggen biscuits.
5.) Las Vegas is a desert, and frankly, is melting my will to live.
6.) I am incredibly homesick for some southern food. Patrick cooks me whatever I want if I ask for it and it's eight times more deliciious than I had hoped it to be... But some of these things need to be done by an old lady with a fridge full of buttermilk, and a table with a red gingham coverlet. Am I wrong? Biscuits and cornbread need to come in baskets to be not only physically satisfying but visually as well. *random memory #314-my grandma and great grandma used to drink buttermilk on ice with tabasco sauce. yeeechhhh.
7,) I need a drink. That is beechwood aged.
8.) Michael Mcdonald singing "You dont know me", and "I knew you were waiting for me" may have, through immaculate conception aurally given me a child.
Damn you raging alcoholism. It's taken its destruction outside the liver, and released it's fury upon the world.
In lieu of witty banter and comedic pause I will now form a list of the recent goings on in Ambertown, USA.
1.) Our house is haunted. And is reaking havoc on our electronics, cellphones (doesnt that file under electronics, smart guy?), our sleeping patterns, general well being, and putting a huge cockblock on our lives.
2.) Pure is the busiest job I've ever worked at, and while I sold almost 8000 on my own bartending last night, I come home physically wrecked, and so wound up that I cant fall right asleep (which could partially be accredited to the ridiculous amount of Red Bull I ingest).. its killin me. But boy, it's all about the benjamins. Im gonna power right through that pysical exhaustion.
3.) Patrick and I have still in our long time of being friends/in love have never seen a movie on the bigscreen. We prefer to netflix, and snuggle drunkenly in bed when we watch movies, but lately I feel the Theater itch.
Any recommendations?
4.) Because I absolutely cannot cook, and Patrick is only available to feed me on the nights hes not in his kitchen at work, my mother is literally overnighting me biscuits. Now, as you would know, if you were a true Amberlynn Lurker is that Biscuits are on my list of things I Cannot Live Without. I am not kidding ladies and gentlemen, I loves me some mothafuggen biscuits.
5.) Las Vegas is a desert, and frankly, is melting my will to live.
6.) I am incredibly homesick for some southern food. Patrick cooks me whatever I want if I ask for it and it's eight times more deliciious than I had hoped it to be... But some of these things need to be done by an old lady with a fridge full of buttermilk, and a table with a red gingham coverlet. Am I wrong? Biscuits and cornbread need to come in baskets to be not only physically satisfying but visually as well. *random memory #314-my grandma and great grandma used to drink buttermilk on ice with tabasco sauce. yeeechhhh.
7,) I need a drink. That is beechwood aged.
8.) Michael Mcdonald singing "You dont know me", and "I knew you were waiting for me" may have, through immaculate conception aurally given me a child.
Shooting a Multi with Amina this evening.. So, world hold on.
What else is new. ..
My old man leaves tomorrow to shoot Iron Chef America. I wont tell you anymore details than that, aside from he cooks better than you. And me.
I don't know what the hell I'm going todo with myself while Old Salts away.
I'm probably going to break everything that vibrates in this whole house..... HAHAHAH who says that.
Been a crazy week. I worked the pussy cat doll lounge at Pure all weekend, and got my ass kicked. So busy.... but sooo much money. Its really what I needed after a long hiatus from being "well to do". Old Salt Munsy's going to be getting alot of presents this year. I've already begun picking things out. however, I cannot post said gifts in this blog, as he reads this regularly.Just know elzig, they are going to be the awesome.
Cleaning the house today, and shaving my naughty bits so Amina can put her face near em. HAHAHAHA
We have the funniest text messages. One of which this morning had the words "4 lbs of shit" and was in literal form. I wont share any other details aside from that, and it's not relative to our shoot tonight. HAHAHAH OR IS IT!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Spent the day at Wet Republic at MGM yesterday playing water volleyball, and drinking copious amounts of Rum. The best part about the whole day was that it was a work "outing" so I had to go for WORK. Ah, the good life. Bacardi Limon and Lemonade = Best Summer Cocktail.
In a drunken late night state, again my old man decided to "do something sweet" for me when i got off work the other night.... He really is trying to adjust to my new schedule even though it completely conflicts with his own... His first attempt at romance in the wee hours of the morn ended as follows...
He tried to stay up to greet me when i got home on the couch, went out with his friends to pass the time, got totally hammered... So by the time I got home at 530am, he was passed out in a drunken stupor, and immovable from his position on the couch. He woke up 3 hours later thinking I hadnt come home yet and was dead. Mission "Romance at Dawn" = failure.
Attempt #2:
I come home, his tshirt is flung over the gate in the front of the house....lights on inside the hallway, leaving just enough light for me to see (aside from the early morning sun rising peeking through the window) that he is passed out again, only this time spread completely across the bed, sideways... leaving me absolutely no room to sleep. Having worked 3 nights of utter madness at the Pussycat Lounge, and running on roughly 8 hours of sleep through 78 hours of wake..this was not what I considered to be romantic whatsoever...Upon further inspection I see he has at least managed to remove his motorcycle boots, and this is pure speculation, however it looks as if he pretty much went down for the count immediately after doing so. This is what it looked like:
Apparently the tshirt in the gate was supposed to be the start of a long trail of clothing that would ultimately lead me to him waiting in the bed naked and ready for love... but as we all know, that didnt come to fruition either. hahaha but at least he was bootless. Also, immovable, so I slept on his head most of the night. Ah, we love each other. The night wasn't an utter failure however, as he did download and create playlists of the entire Doobie Brothers collection featuring Michael Mcdonald, as well as MM's first two albums.
NOW THATS A ROMANTIC GESTURE I CAN APPRECIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What else is new. ..
My old man leaves tomorrow to shoot Iron Chef America. I wont tell you anymore details than that, aside from he cooks better than you. And me.
I don't know what the hell I'm going todo with myself while Old Salts away.
I'm probably going to break everything that vibrates in this whole house..... HAHAHAH who says that.
Been a crazy week. I worked the pussy cat doll lounge at Pure all weekend, and got my ass kicked. So busy.... but sooo much money. Its really what I needed after a long hiatus from being "well to do". Old Salt Munsy's going to be getting alot of presents this year. I've already begun picking things out. however, I cannot post said gifts in this blog, as he reads this regularly.Just know elzig, they are going to be the awesome.
Cleaning the house today, and shaving my naughty bits so Amina can put her face near em. HAHAHAHA
We have the funniest text messages. One of which this morning had the words "4 lbs of shit" and was in literal form. I wont share any other details aside from that, and it's not relative to our shoot tonight. HAHAHAH OR IS IT!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Spent the day at Wet Republic at MGM yesterday playing water volleyball, and drinking copious amounts of Rum. The best part about the whole day was that it was a work "outing" so I had to go for WORK. Ah, the good life. Bacardi Limon and Lemonade = Best Summer Cocktail.
In a drunken late night state, again my old man decided to "do something sweet" for me when i got off work the other night.... He really is trying to adjust to my new schedule even though it completely conflicts with his own... His first attempt at romance in the wee hours of the morn ended as follows...
He tried to stay up to greet me when i got home on the couch, went out with his friends to pass the time, got totally hammered... So by the time I got home at 530am, he was passed out in a drunken stupor, and immovable from his position on the couch. He woke up 3 hours later thinking I hadnt come home yet and was dead. Mission "Romance at Dawn" = failure.
Attempt #2:
I come home, his tshirt is flung over the gate in the front of the house....lights on inside the hallway, leaving just enough light for me to see (aside from the early morning sun rising peeking through the window) that he is passed out again, only this time spread completely across the bed, sideways... leaving me absolutely no room to sleep. Having worked 3 nights of utter madness at the Pussycat Lounge, and running on roughly 8 hours of sleep through 78 hours of wake..this was not what I considered to be romantic whatsoever...Upon further inspection I see he has at least managed to remove his motorcycle boots, and this is pure speculation, however it looks as if he pretty much went down for the count immediately after doing so. This is what it looked like:
Apparently the tshirt in the gate was supposed to be the start of a long trail of clothing that would ultimately lead me to him waiting in the bed naked and ready for love... but as we all know, that didnt come to fruition either. hahaha but at least he was bootless. Also, immovable, so I slept on his head most of the night. Ah, we love each other. The night wasn't an utter failure however, as he did download and create playlists of the entire Doobie Brothers collection featuring Michael Mcdonald, as well as MM's first two albums.
NOW THATS A ROMANTIC GESTURE I CAN APPRECIATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was my night.
My best friend, in a blackout, decided to beat up my old man.
It was goddamn hilarious. They attacked each other with nail polish, wrestled each other to the ground, she threw things at his face, and he almost bit her finger off. This morning they were both covered in nail polish, and bruises. Amazing. We drank alot.
My best friend, in a blackout, decided to beat up my old man.
It was goddamn hilarious. They attacked each other with nail polish, wrestled each other to the ground, she threw things at his face, and he almost bit her finger off. This morning they were both covered in nail polish, and bruises. Amazing. We drank alot.
Ye old boobies launched Live yesterday... And appears to be doing really well. I'm so glad. I was nervous all night at work... wondering how it was doing. It was what I'd imagine your childs first day of school is like...
"hope that little asshole isn't fucking up already"
hahahaha
Anyway, Overwhelmed with happiness today. I post alot about how awesome everything is these days... Which probably comes off as a bit flamboyantly rude and/or pretentious. But I can't help it. Life kicks ass right now. I can't even believe it sometimes. Compared to how shitty it's been for the majority of my existence...
I look around me sometimes and I just wait for a motherfucken train to just smack into me.
Great house, beautiful garden, a fountain in the front yard, the most handsome man ive ever seen who cant sleep without me and cooks me the best food i've ever tasted, Ive got my health, a great job, I'm a suicidegirl and music never sounded so good....(michael mcdonald..)
I want to take a moment to thank Amina for being such an amazing friend, and photographer, and just all around kickass. I'm glad we met, and I'm glad she's such a large part of our lives, and look forward to the many other ridiculous moments we will have. In your life, you meet a handful of people who are genuinely influential, and a blessing to have around you. I have so many in my life. And I couldnt imagine what it would be like without any one of them.
Ah, Posi Posi Posi OI OI OI.
hahahahahha
And scene.
And of course, Michael Mcdonald, wherever you are in the world right now, Fucken hell you're the man.
And on that note... enjoy this...Listen for me snorting from laughing so hard...
This is my life.
"hope that little asshole isn't fucking up already"
hahahaha
Anyway, Overwhelmed with happiness today. I post alot about how awesome everything is these days... Which probably comes off as a bit flamboyantly rude and/or pretentious. But I can't help it. Life kicks ass right now. I can't even believe it sometimes. Compared to how shitty it's been for the majority of my existence...
I look around me sometimes and I just wait for a motherfucken train to just smack into me.
Great house, beautiful garden, a fountain in the front yard, the most handsome man ive ever seen who cant sleep without me and cooks me the best food i've ever tasted, Ive got my health, a great job, I'm a suicidegirl and music never sounded so good....(michael mcdonald..)
I want to take a moment to thank Amina for being such an amazing friend, and photographer, and just all around kickass. I'm glad we met, and I'm glad she's such a large part of our lives, and look forward to the many other ridiculous moments we will have. In your life, you meet a handful of people who are genuinely influential, and a blessing to have around you. I have so many in my life. And I couldnt imagine what it would be like without any one of them.
Ah, Posi Posi Posi OI OI OI.
hahahahahha
And scene.
And of course, Michael Mcdonald, wherever you are in the world right now, Fucken hell you're the man.
And on that note... enjoy this...Listen for me snorting from laughing so hard...
This is my life.
