Statistics are fun...

The four most common search terms that people use to intentionally find my blog are no big surprise and are not that interesting.

amorous rocker
not your average chick blog
amorous chick blog
amorous rocker blog

Sometimes, some come up that are slightly interesting. They leave me amused and slightly puzzled at times. Mostly, I can see how my blog popped up from the search though. They also make me wonder how many pages someone searched through until they found me. Some of the searches from the last week like that?

not your average call girl blog
"content warning" list of blogs
she not like your average
blogger content warning amy wife swinger

Sometimes, they are downright fucking strange. They do more than leave me slightly puzzled. More so, they have me sitting there saying aloud, "What the fuck? How the hell did that direct someone to my blog?" With those, I do have to go to whatever search engine was used to type in whatever search phrase was used. I just sometimes can't imagine some of these searches conjured up a link to my blog. So, I go search and I find that, of course, it did and I know it's just words linked together or a phrase. Still though. Then I wonder what the fuck someone searching these phrases was hoping to find. I almost always decide I would rather not know. Two such instances from this last week?

mm's secret longing after hard dick...

mrs. doubtfire little rug munchers

Go ahead, I'm not making this shit up. I think one was a Google search and one was a yahoo! search or they were both off of Google. Don't remember. I do come up with both of them though, lol.

Anyway.... =o)

Boyfriend and I are going to see a concert tonight. He's had the tickets for months as the main band playing is his absolute favorite band ever. The opening act is one of my absolute favorite metal bands ever. He likes the opener as well and I also like the main act too. Should be fun. I'm excited.

Tomorrow I have to get a review up. Shit has been so crazy I haven't had time for blogging. Life happens. I need a t-shit that says that.... I might have to make one. Or five. Someone might want to buy one. ;) Lol.

Happy Tuesday!

If You Only Knew

My blog is only 19 16 unique visitors away from hitting a lovely 95,000 visitors in just over a year since changing my blog over to this web address. Thanks y'all! That fucking rocks. I appreciate everyone who comes here to read my daily rants, raves, nonsense and etc and appreciate all those who comment and reach out as well. I've gotten to know some pretty wicked people. Thanks!

Here is the second addition of random text messages and strange conversations taken out of my cell phone between my friends and I. Did you miss the first batch of text messages? ;) I type these out as they sit in my phone. No editing other than name changing to protect anonymity when needed. Though for this one, I decided to put the conversation as opposed to putting several random ones. His texts in bold and my responses are in red. Well, not the whole conversation because I didn't include the first five and last four messages but here we go.

1."If I found an egg like in Eragon and it turned out to be a dragon I would keep it as a pet and name it Sir Spyro VanGoh Wario."

(I replied: What if the dragon is a girl like the one in the movie is?)

1b. "I guess I didn't think that far. Spyra Lisa Simpson? LOL"

(I replied: Good thing dragons aren't real, you don't have to hassle with naming one. ;))

1c. "Yeah, wait... what? No dragons???? :'( :'( Breaking my heart and crushing my dreams!"

(I replied: Oops. Sorry! Well... You know about The Easter Bunny and The Tooth Fairy right?")

1d. "Yeah yeah, theyre not real. That what you were gonna tell me?"

(I replied: No. Actually, I was going to tell you they are real but The Tooth Fairy and The Easter Bunny are dating. No only that but they're swingers too!)

1e. "Thats ridiculous! Who would they swap with?"

(I replied: He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good.... and he's married to that kinky bitch Mrs. Clause.)

1f. "That... I... You are a disturbed girl!! Yet Im feeling strangely compelled to go rent a Santa Costume now...."

(I replied: Yeah, I'M the disturbed one yet you're the one that wants to rent the Santa get up so you can have sex with the Mrs., The Easter Bunny & The Tooth Fairy.)

1g. "Since The Bunny is in on it does that make it bestiality? Im not down with that."

(I replied: I think it falls under the plushy fetish thing since it's a bunny costume and not a real bunny.)

1h. "Im cool with that LOL"

(I replied: Freak!)

1i. "Says the freak who thought the twisted scenario up! I think a few days inside your head would freak me out more than any psych thriller movie would LOL I mean that in the best way too LOL"

I only like surprises if I don't know about them. If someone tells me they have a surprise for me, then I have to wait for them, I get too anxious about it and my mind won't stop wondering about it until I find out what it is.

It's after 5 AM now and I've been awake for just over 33 straight. I'm still not that tired. I haven't had hardly any caffeine or sugar. As long as my mind stays active, I can stay awake and be fine. I'll probably only sleep 4 or 5 hours when I do crash. I don't need a lot of sleep and I actually feel better when I get less. If I do sleep a lot, I end up tired all day. I'd rather be awake and doing as much as I can in a day than wasting it sleeping an obscene amount when I don't personally need to.

I love baseball but I also love movies about baseball. Especially Major League 1 & 2 and A League Of Their Own; among others. Though, I don't care for most of the actresses in A League Of Their Own, it's still one of my favorite movies. I think Geena Davis is quite pretty.

Mystery, Alaska is one of my favorite hockey movies. Though, I'd much rather watch a hockey game. By the way, is it fucking hockey season yet? Y'all will get tired of seeing that from me, lol.

Lady GaGa's music annoys the fuck out of me. Nothing against her just her songs, I can't stand them. I don't listen to them but when I'm out somewhere and one of them comes on, I cringe.

I also don't get the hype over the True Blood show. This is mostly because I would rather read a series over watching it on TV since I'm not a big TV fan. Books don't transcend into television series and even sometimes movies right for me. I feel like too mush gets lost in translation for my to accurately enjoy it. I've been a fan of vampires ever since I was a little kid though and first discovered what they were by watching a horror movie my mom had told me not to watch.

Ghost Busters was the first movie to really freak me out. Ghosts scared me more than vampires, zombies and the bogeyman because ghosts seemed like they had a better chance of being around and causing trouble. Ghosts didn't scare me for too long though because I loved GB. My brother 22 and I used to "play" Ghost Busters and even had some snazzy toy versions of their gear. I recently got the GB game for my Nintendo DS and I love it.

Bye bye beautiful...

I love checking out the stats for my blog. What I always find amusing (and sometimes disturbing too!) are the engine searches that randomly bring some people to my blog.

Over the last week, my favorite search that led someone to my blog is this little gem right here....

"Google Search: put a dot of red lipstick on your clit"

One, I went to see how long it was until my blog popped up and I was on the first page. Then I was curious what else would come up by searching that and wondering just what the hell that was all about. I didn't find anything interesting. Though, I only spent about 10 minutes looking before I got bored, lol.

We have a new cook at work and he drives me FUCKING CRAZY. He doesn't shut up. He talks constantly and usually he's talking shit or just being obnoxious as fuck. I seriously want to punch him in the throat. We went a few verbal rounds on Saturday night because he was getting on my last nerve and being a punk. I finally said something and big badass doesn't like being talked back to. He kept making disgusting remarks and I called him a pervert. He got pissed off ranting about how he doesn't want people saying that shit about him. Then how he doesn't give a fuck what people say, they're just words and don't mean shit. Then back to being pissed about being called a perv. I asked if he didn't give a shit what people said why was he so pissed off at being called a name. He just rambled on about how he was sick of people talking shit and saying he wasn't in the mood to put up with any bullshit. On and on and on. I try to ignore him but fuck it's hard. And he's another one who thinks he does more work than everyone there except he verbalizes that thought constantly.

Anyway...

I got the new Incubus CD yesterday and got some free Incubus artwork with it. Pretty sweet. I was in Best Buy getting my dad his Father's Day presents. I got him two movies (Master And Commander & No Country For Old Men) on Blu Ray (which he was happy about) and saw the Incubus CD and couldn't resist. They've been one of my favorite bands for... too many years, lol. I just adore the hell out of them though. *happy sigh*

I haven't done a "musical Monday" thing in a while. I picked the band I picked today because I've been listening to them a lot here lately. I *LOVE* the band Nightwish. They've been a band I dig for quite a while. The singer featured in this song (Anette Olzon) only joined the band in '07 after their original singer (Tarja Turunen) was no longer part of the band in '05. I like Nightwish with Tarja but I like Anette's voice much better. This is one of my favorite songs by them. =)



Happy Monday!