THE MOVIE NINE

Watched the movie NINE last night and right off the top I would call it a celebration of woman.

Our sensuality, our capacity to love unconditionally, our forgiving nature and knowledge of self. All our strengths and weaknesses  beautifully portrayed in titillating imagery. You could almost taste the cameras intentions.

I would definitely watch it again.

Thats Wat U Get

Beware of french men and their extra sensitive shit. Every freekin word is measured with them it seems  and even after 8 years he's still pretends not to get it and it is getting right up my nose which brings me to my point.

When I use the work freekin I am just letting off a small bit of frustration like releasing the valve to let out a small bit of steam in appose to holding back and finally blowing up and having a full blown cuss out as we say on d island. So freek= steam F*@k mudda a**= cuss out.

Maybe he has not seen the other one is so long that he has forgotten but keep scratching at my tree and he will get the reminder he is looking for.

Peace&Love

(Ommmm)

The Ear Factor

My Idiot husband woke me a whole half an hour early thereby solidifying the already know fact that men only ever listen to the first half of what we say if any.

The cry of women everywhere again rings out. "He never listnes to me." We are yet again proven right but at what cost.I'll tell you shall I. My freakin half an hour sleep.
GOOD MORNING!

The X Factor Xed

I have to say,I am really not feeling The X Factor this year. For some reason it just feels to staged and a bit lame. I miss the rawness of the auditions and now it is all about the Judges and them wanting to win not the acts. And what is this new shit about having the last 2 have a sing off only to throw it back to the votes. It just seems all cowardly on the judges part. Its like they have made some kind of pact with eachother. Shame on you Simon. I just might decide to give the rest a miss.

X Factor Begins (phone blog)

So I'm watching my X Factor and waiting for Simons first good zinger when straight out of left field Cheryl and Danny draws first blood and Candy Rain is the victim of their hit and run. True enough their vocal was so so but the judges wernt talking about that. It was all about the groups dress code when they of all people know that sex sells. I say go for the UKs Pussy Cat Dolls. Why ignore what you use to do. Embrace it and ride it like a race horse heading for toco.
PS: I liked Joe and funny poodle Stacy.

PHONE BLOG

Well praise be I am finally back on my account. I have been locked out for weeks and had not the time to get on the lap top to fix this. I had no plans for doing my blog from my phone but it looks like this is going to be the way for the next month at least so I figured I best give it a bash and see how it feels.

Bea The Personality Bandit

I have decided that Bea indeed has no real personality of her own other than that negative buzz she has going. After observing her it dawned on me that she just laches onto other peoples personality and squeezes herself into it and hopes of a fits then cries her eyes out when when sussed.

Eg: (The Battle Of The Bus Stop)First she sets her sighs on Lisa, the bus stop grump that smoked and bitch all day long. Bea bitched for days to everyone in the house then quickly tried to move them to the bus stop in hopes of hostile take over but Lisa could not be toppled.

Noirine, the femme fatale and her so called "best friend in the house."was her next target. With Half Wit firmly tucked away in her web of "love" she made har play for Marcus and Seavash but without the mojo she was quickly put into the friend zone.

Next she went after Half Wit, her free love cuddle buddy and ally. He was the positive peace maker and mediator of the house so she shredded him to bits but again struggled to fill his shoes. I can't figure out who she now has fixed in her sights but I do know that Lisa has her sussed so i'll be watching for the sparks to fly.