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- Beware the Steroid Kids of Russia... Refer to 007 & Rocky for verification. 5 hours ago
- And I left my plunger in KY. RT @YmaSeraph shit's bigger in Texas... quite literally 5 hours ago
- If all else fails, blow Sean Connery. ...Er... I mean... on the DVD. 11 hours ago
- I'm not saying that I'm super tired, I'm saying that it's aliens. 1 day ago
- Continuing the James Bond marathon with my Alzheimer's patients. Oops... They're too worked up to sleep now. 2 days ago
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Tag Archives: stupid life
Lizzard Wisdom: Word Peeves
Kids, the word is bra, not brawl. Although, my tits do tend to brawl with the wire bondage of my bra. Fuck, nevermind. I guess you’re right. Go ahead and call it a goddamn brawl.
My Valentine’s Gift To You Is My Own Personal Embarrassment
Since today is Valentine’s Day and everyone is all excited in one way or another over it, I thought I’d share an old (I mean old) online personals ad description of me. I think it still applies. Although, I am … Continue reading
Guardian Ninja
In case you haven’t gathered yet, I have a vividly exciting astral life. The other day I met a new spirit guide type guy. He is my official Guardian Ninja. His name is Hal. Yes, Hal the invisible Guardian Ninja. … Continue reading
Posted in My Public Dream Journal
Tagged Amy's life, Austin TX, blow jobs, crazy dreams, dragon man, dreams, dreamwork, gay ninjas, guardian ninja, How Can I Find God When I Can't Even Find My Keys, inspiration, lipstick, love, magic, make-up, moving, my public dream journal, pink, Reanimating the warrior goddess, Self Discovery, Skippy, stress of moving 1100 miles from everything I've ever known, stupid life
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Reanimating the Warrior Goddess: Silver Ribbons of Yesteryear
As the winter marches on, the blues of December are fading from my mind. I have a birthday coming up next month. Most women my age dread the thought of birthdays. Getting older is viewed as a burden of grey … Continue reading
Posted in The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged aging like a motherfucking goddess, Amy's life, Austin TX, birthday parties, birthdays, bryan, Depression, follow your passion, growing up, How Can I Find God When I Can't Even Find My Keys, I am a Motherfucking Superhero, inspiration, Jehovah's Witness, life, me, Reanimating the warrior goddess, seasonal depression, sexy motherfucker, stupid life, the fucked up upbringing that made me this way, You would understand how I turned out this way if you met my mother
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Everyone’s a critic: Django Unchained
Sorry for the absence, my pretties. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. I kept busy working the Alzheimer’s unit, being a naughty little angel by dancing like the dance of the sugarplum fairy for my demented old folks. … Continue reading
Posted in Adventures In Imagination, All the World is a Stage, Artistically Inclined, Stupid Human Gets A Clue, Zombie Toes
Tagged a review of Django Unchained from a movie junkie, Alzheimer's, Amy's life, art, creativity, Django Unchained, El Rey Pulpo, film, Good news I didn't mention my vagina once during this whole blog post, hugageddon, inspiration, Loose Lee vs. Quentin Tarantino Hug Showdown, mental illness, nurse bitterpill, Quentin Tarantino, stupid life, violence in film, writing
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How to write an effective cover letter when you’re awesome
As I continue to hone my resume and marketability for my move to Austin, I find that I am constantly stumbled by writing a decent cover letter. For someone who writes constant dribble about herself on a blog I have … Continue reading
Posted in Adventures In Imagination, Nurse Bitterpill, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged Alzheimer's, Amy's life, art, Austin TX, cover letters, cover letters that mention poop, creativity, El Rey Network, El Rey Pulpo, inspiration, job search, looking for a job in Austin TX, magic, me, nurse bitterpill, sexy motherfucker, stupid life, terrible haiku saturday, the awesomeness of being, unicorns, writing, you know you want to hire me because I am made of pure magic, you should be jealous of how awesome Amy's life is
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The El Rey Pulpo Invasion Continues: Nerd Bling
There are many new El Rey Pulpo with many new stories coming soon. Here is a peak at what has been happening in the Lizzard Lounge lately. El Rey Pulpo is venturing into nerd territory. And that’s just the way … Continue reading
Posted in Artistically Inclined
Tagged 42, art, Austin TX, channeling grief into beautiful art, coffee, Coraline, creativity, Depression, Douglas Adams, El Rey Network, El Rey Pulpo, Fuzzy Lizzard Jewels, inspiration, kung fu, life, neil gaiman, nerd bling, Onslow The Occult Octopus, running with the beast, stupid life, weapons of mass salvation, writing
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Who’s That GPS?
I took a few days off from blogging to spend time with my family. I hugged my mother, my sisters, my nieces, and my nephews extra tight. Then I spent time with myself, appreciating how much I’ve grown in 2012. … Continue reading
Posted in Absurdity Is The Only Reality, Artistically Inclined, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged 1100 miles to Austin TX, Alzheimer's, Amy's life, art, creativity, do me now Coop, doctor who, dreams, El Rey Pulpo, family, I also may be totally in love with Hawk, life, love, Marlene, me, Mom, nurse bitterpill, oh the shit that comes out of Marlene's mouth, raising a parent is hard work, Self Discovery, sisters, stupid life, Twin Peaks, weapons of mass salvation, writing, You would understand how I turned out this way if you met my mother
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Technical Difficulties, please stand by
Apologies to anyone who has tried to view the last few posts containing the new El Rey Pulpo commissioned pieces. I am having technical difficulties with uploading the images. I will try again soon. Please think happy thoughts that machines will love … Continue reading
Ghetto Gourmet: Failed Gourmet
Well, this is embarrassing. I totally did not gourmet. I don’t even think I managed to ghetto. Basically, I made a great big cheeseburger, put it on toast, and smothered that shit with ketchup. Then after the cheesy meat fest, I … Continue reading
Posted in Ghetto Gourmet
Tagged comfort food, cookie dough, food, food sex, Ghetto Gourmet, stupid life
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Dear Sunday: Enlightenment of Chocolate Moose
Dear Sunday, I was hoping to be free of deep thought as I prepare for a long night at work. However, you have other plans for my time. I appreciate the insight into myself and the connections we make in … Continue reading
Lizzard Wisdom
I am truly successful when payday comes the day before I run out of toilet paper. Stay optimistic, my friends.
Cooking for One: The Ghetto Gourmet
Cooking from the ghetto pantry: Vol. 1 I am not a great cook. I am not a terrible cook. I don’t like to cook. So is the life of a single woman. My style is something I like to call … Continue reading
The Spaghetti Capacitor
Today I woke up early (3 hours is not enough after a 12.5 hour shift) to go with my sister and two nieces to IKEA. That was an adventure in patience. Taking care of 50 Alzheimer’s patients seemed less taxing. … Continue reading
Bluegrass Therapy: Volume 1
Every other Tuesday I have a standing appointment with my favorite shrink. It is what I call Bluegrass Therapy. It is the only thing that works on my weary mind. Art can only take me so far, I need the … Continue reading
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