tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52846642009-02-26T13:48:19.569-08:00the life and times of Busty WildeBusty Wildehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16081834799410038405noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1162247561538340862006-10-30T14:28:00.000-08:002006-10-30T14:32:41.590-08:00

So I was just thinking about things I do that make the time go by quickly...I thought I'd make a list so I can look at it later and see how I feel about it...learn informationlisten to musicsit in front of a computer (preferably using it)organize shittalk to friendsNow I just need to figure out some kind of job that will pay me to do these things!

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1160555734022897562006-10-11T01:11:00.000-07:002006-10-11T01:35:34.060-07:00

Baby steps, baby steps. I'm wading back in the water very slowly.As it was pointed out to me (and anyone else who cares to read comments on my old posts, although the one I'm speaking of in particular, whilst old, is the youngest post of all, excluding this one I'm writing right now), it has been (almost) six months since I've posted. What the hell?I didn't forget or anything. It isn't that I

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1145549259357618472006-04-20T09:07:00.000-07:002006-04-20T09:07:39.370-07:00

Let's all get really high!

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1135875585553520752005-12-29T08:54:00.000-08:002005-12-29T08:59:45.566-08:00

And it's before work! What's gotten into me? A few drugs, a few hours of sleep, and a few minutes' worth of motivation/inspiration, I suppose. I wish I wasn't working today, like some of my friends, but I really do need the money, so...you know how it goes. I hate needing money. I just want it. Lots of it. Lots of money. My cell phone bill was outrageously expensive this month - looks

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1134973967275759072005-12-18T22:28:00.000-08:002005-12-27T22:39:04.836-08:00

It is fucking pouring outside. I can hear the rain smacking up against my window, quite loudly in fact. It's been raining since yesterday sometime; I wouldn't know exactly when it started raining yesterday because I slept all day. It was very nice. It seems like lately all I want to do is sleep and read and fall asleep reading. I think I need to hibernate for the next few months and then

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1134028675153042642005-12-07T23:59:00.000-08:002005-12-08T11:03:30.253-08:00

I know, I said I was inspired post more often in my last entry, and when I said that, I really intended to write again sooner than now. But, really, if you look at the amount of time between now and my last entry, and my last entry and the one before that, you'll notice an improvement. Baby steps. For what it's worth, I've at least been thinking of writing, I just haven't really been getting

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1133556004775001422005-12-02T12:08:00.000-08:002005-12-02T13:23:19.240-08:00

So...I have recently been inspired to begin blogging again. This isn't to say I was ever uninspired, really, but it's almost like I just have so much to fucking talk about that I don't even know where to begin. Most of what I would like to talk about I just can't - even some of my secrets are too deep and dark to post under a pseudonym on the internet. Plus, my stories are usually so crazy

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1131403419143244572005-11-07T14:26:00.000-08:002005-11-07T14:43:39.156-08:00

Man, my head hurts so much. I woke up around two hours ago, and I've just been lounging around ever since. I haven't felt this hungover in a long time; I actually can't remember when I felt this shitty. I didn't really even drink very much (compared to other times, at least), only three beers and a greyhound (my favorite vodka drink), but I was on "other substances" too, and I just remembered

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1131355952402576202005-11-07T01:23:00.000-08:002005-11-07T01:32:32.406-08:00

So very very drunk! We just saw Scott Biram at some little tiny bar in San Rafael...on the way home, my boyfriend got pulled over. They asked him how fast he was going, he said he thought he was going 80, and the cop laughed and yelled to his partner something like "he thinks he was going 80, he was going 101!" Fuck man, we could have both been thrown in jail. I had a couple of drugs on me,

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1129922771349028712005-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:002005-10-21T12:26:11.360-07:00

So I got up about a half hour ago, a little bit later than I was planning - but that's fine, because I'm driving to LaLa Land tonight, and I don't plan on leaving until 7pm or so. It usually takes around 5-6 hours depending on how fast I drive, so I'll be up driving pretty late, and I don't want to be tired while I'm driving. At least that's what I kept telling myself as I hit the snooze button

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1129854242946147022005-10-20T17:11:00.000-07:002005-10-20T17:24:02.956-07:00

I kind of feel like I'm freaking out. Or panicking, maybe. I think I've just been panicking more the last few days because of the fact that I've been thinking about it more because of that stupid class thing. Fuck that. I'm getting ready to go to the grocery store to get some food to cook for dinner, but then I started freaking out. So, I think I'll sit and smoke a cigarette, and then I'll

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1129679578638046052005-10-18T16:35:00.000-07:002005-10-18T16:52:58.646-07:00

...the coughing, that is. And look at the time! Seriously, I'm convinced at this point. I mean, I guess it's a silly thing to get all excited about, but I love knowing that people smoke pot.Actually, this isn't the first time today I've heard my neighbors. I was so rudely awakened by screaming and cussing; I still don't know who exactly it was, but someone was fucking mad. I'm not sure what

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1129569170005545332005-10-17T10:12:00.000-07:002005-10-17T10:12:50.046-07:00

Gross! (I had to scroll to the right a little bit, so you might have to too...) ETonline.com Celebrities: Plastic Surgery Obsession: Meet the Real-Life 'Ken' Doll That reminds me of this chick we saw on Larry King the other night - I was on the phone, so I wasn't listening, but I definitely saw this ugly bitch's face as my boyfriend was watching tv. She's had like over 30 plastic surgeries or

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1128986565975683192005-10-10T16:20:00.000-07:002005-10-10T16:23:41.436-07:00

I hear someone coughing in the distance. Well, not in the far distance or anything, just somewhere away from here. Coughing a lot, too, like they just took a big bong rip. There are other people's voices as well, and maybe some more coughing. I'm sitting at my desk, in my bedroom, with the window open; our building is right up against another apartment building (okay, not right smack up

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1128916752322108982005-10-09T20:55:00.000-07:002005-10-09T20:59:12.330-07:00

So I'm sitting here stamping the hell out of the cash in my wallet with my red Where's George stamp (yes, I actually have one, and I love it...it was a gift from my boss...) when it occurred to me that having a link to my blog in my Where's George profile might be weird - if someone really wanted to, they could find out quite a bit of information about the person who stamped the dollar in their

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1128803745254668932005-10-08T13:35:00.000-07:002005-10-08T13:35:45.256-07:00

That's all.

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1128799572282826972005-10-08T12:16:00.000-07:002005-10-08T12:26:12.290-07:00

I'm sitting here eating my cereal (Kashi - mmm, my favorite!) with fresh raspberries and reading some blogs on my list - something I don't get to do often enough anymore. I mean I probably do have time to blog as well as read others' blogs, but I guess lately other nuances have been taking up my time. So, it's nice to just sit here for a moment and enjoy my whole grain cereal and write about

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1128745586064683142005-10-07T23:46:00.000-07:002005-10-07T23:42:23.736-07:00

I started writing this about a week ago, then stopped and saved it as a draft - much like I do with many of my posts. Oh, so many unfinished writings. Maybe one day they will all be published under the title The Unfinished Busty Works or something. So this is what I had written: I meant to write last night, but then I got too high (surprise!) and didn't want to be anywhere near my computer.

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1127688695689252662005-09-25T15:50:00.000-07:002005-09-25T15:51:35.690-07:00

Okay, so I woke up at 1pm...got too high. Started freaking out. I don't know what happened, it's like I had a panic attack or something. That sucked.

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1127602161268805702005-09-24T15:44:00.000-07:002005-09-24T15:49:21.276-07:00

I just don't know what to say anymore.People are still stupid, in general. Sometimes specific people aren't stupid; sometimes they can actually be smart. Why, then, am I surrounded by so many idiots?And, I haven't retired - I was just on sabbatical.I'm going to a party tonight, maybe I'll have something interesting to say tomorrow. Maybe I'll go get high right now and have something

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1125107744082627462005-08-26T18:14:00.000-07:002005-08-26T18:55:44.090-07:00

I've been so stressed out lately that I haven't even been able to blog. I've been thinking that if I did I would just write a whole bunch about my stress and anxiety and moods (which is all coming from other people, mind you) and I really didn't want to get into it, but fuck it. I can't hold it in anymore.The main thing on my mind right now is my friend I talked about in a few posts back, the

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1124676135571067412005-08-21T18:44:00.000-07:002005-08-21T19:02:15.580-07:00

Is it possible to think I would or do behave in a certain way in a given situation, when I really behave in another way altogether? I mean, I can really believe something about myself, but maybe it's not even reality - for instance, the question in a personality test that reads "When someone is coming over, do you make sure your house is absolutely clean?" In my mind, I think "yes, yes I do."

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1123378320617565342005-08-06T18:26:00.000-07:002005-08-06T18:32:47.330-07:00

and now I'm HOT!! I love it. I thought I'd be a little apprehensive, but I was really excited to get it done, and now I love it. I look more Swedish now (which I am, I just don't look it). Ja, ja jag gör. It was just blonde on the top layer and dark underneath...but yeah. I already told you.I woke up pretty late today, like at 3pm. Now I have to work extra hard to be productive in the

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1122927706109727732005-08-01T13:06:00.000-07:002005-08-01T13:21:46.116-07:00

Dang! Check out these Napoleon Dynamite action figures! They look pretty sweet.Babysitting was fun last night...there were two brothers, 6 and 3. They're actually the kids of the family I used to rent the in-law unit from, the one I just moved out of at the end of May. They're all really nice. The 3-year-old is the autistic boy I've been taking care of (which I just realized I never really

Busty Wildenoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5284664.post-1122868591213693392005-07-31T20:55:00.000-07:002005-08-01T01:56:22.926-07:00

I'm going to go babysit now...someone trusts me with their kid! Hah.I'll write all about it later, maybe something funny will happen.Busty Wilde + life

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