Get Out Of My Head!

I had the most bizarre dream about someone I hadn't really given a huge amount of thought to in awhile.

Yeah. I was dreaming about Fishy.

ARGH!

Head desk/Head wall/Face palm

Sure I still listen to 99.3 The Pickle. Sure I still call in my requests on the Free For All, but no, I don't email him much, unless I have something to say, and that's few and far between.

But for some reason I was at the station and I was trying to avoid him seeing me, even though he was at a desk right next to where I was standing. He was all spiffy looking too. My brain must have been on overdrive. Some teasing followed. Nothing naughty, just me talking to him.

Weird.

Much like my whole association with this guy has been. In many ways I'm glad nothing came from this. No good ever comes from me liking anyone of the opposite sex.

No more dreams. They just make me wake up feeling rather shitty.

Hump Day Hunks

Ok, Hump Day Hunk...I'm in the mood to stare at the prettiest man on my Hump Day Hunks list.



Looks like the paparazzi were after Fishy here. Have I mentioned that I love the Pickle T-shirt and sandals. No wait, it's the shorts! LOLzers! Never mind how much drool was on the floor by the lady with the camera who sneakily snapped that shot of a cute widdle fishy backside.

Why do I still want to goose him? Oh wait, I really want to give him a gigantic WEDGIE!

Anyone that could manage to get me a Pickle T-shirt for Christmas would get my undying love and affection, as I can't have what I really want for Christmas, which is the cute little Fishy.

~sigh~

C'mon, make The Mistress' Christmas special, get me that Pickle T-shirt.

Now more pictures of my favorite Pickle DJ, FISHY!!





I yanked these from the Oldies Radio website.

But this is my favorite picture of him ever.






Followed closely by this one..





Le sigh

Le pant

Le drool

Le giggle



Yup, I'm a crazy one, but at least I'm loyal.

33 Going On 13

I had a package from Snapfish in the mail yesterday. Inside were several lovely pictures of a rather stunning gentlemen (cough cough...hack hack) in a black suit.

Funny I didn't realize until I opened the envelope that again I didn't order any shots from the concert other then...yeah.

~ head desk ~

I have yet to buy prints from last year's Peter Noone concert or any of the bands from The Grass Roots show. However, the guy in the black suit, well I have a couple of those.

Why?

Actually, if you believe it or not, I bought some of them to send to Mr. GQ. However one of the shots I planned to stick in the mail for him...This one...



Only I managed to fix the vampire eye on the shot before ordering...well that shot jumped into a frame, evicting it's current resident, Gary Puckett from it's place inside, and moved onto my desk.

Ah well, a girl's got to have a little something pretty to look at while sitting at her computer desk, right?

And since the pictures came on time, I can send him a copy of the Halloween mix, which I'm also burning for my online mom, Linda and Moody Mistress.

Which now looks like this...

Adam Ant - Vampire
Annie Lennox - Love Song For A Vampire
Daughter Darling -Voodoo Games
The Devlins - Alone In The Dark
The Clientele - As The Night Is Falling
Bird York - Haunting You
Elvis Costello - Weird Nightmare
Charlotte Martin - Haunted
Paul McCartney - That Day Is Done
Sleepthief w/Caroline Lavelle - Nightjar
Deathcab For Cutie - Soul Meets Body
Siouxsie - If It Doesn't Kill You
The Damned - Eloise
Boingo - Spider
The Pogues - Haunted
Mission UK - Severina
New Order - Dracula's Castle
Sarah McLachlan - Possession (Piano Version)

This is the artwork I'm using for at least one of the mixes I'm mailing...



So yeah, I'm 33 going on 13...sending mixes and pictures (however not this one)




to Mr. GQ.

Memory....

A certain Fishy one asked me why I needed all the pictures yesterday. I being the mysterious sort, (STOP LAUGHING) said nothing, just giving an evil laugh.

But the answer is pretty simple: Photos = Memory.

My digital camera comes with me nearly everywhere I go, because if there's a chance there's something I'll really want to remember, I'll want a picture.

Yesterday was something I wanted to remember. Don't tell Fishy that. He'll get a swelled head.

Not to mention that yesterday was a very bright spot in a summer that I wish had never happened, so I needed all the good memories that I could get. So I have a bunch of photographic memories to keep me smiling for quite awhile.

Like this one my nephew took... Squee...he's so darn cute..

Can I Be Nervous Now?

Tomorrow after almost a year, I will meet Fishy face to face. The Pickle is at My Cousin Vinny's sports bar in my hamlet of Charleroi on Mon.

I'm scared to death.

Our friendship/acquaintance has been rocky since the end of March.

I want a friendship...I'm not sure he does. He probably wishes I would come down with the flu tomorrow. I wish I could.

What am I going to say to him? Besides "Hi Fishy." And then I'll promptly pass out at his feet.

I've met famous people. I've carried on conversations with them. Intelligent ones even, and I managed to sound like a human being. I don't know if I can do that with him.

I like him. Because he's not like every DJ around. He's a goof. A goober. A geek. A sweetie too, because he's put up with me for several months now.

I have gone through periods of time when I shut the radio off or changed the station. I was teased about it too.

I just don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'm scared to death. Of going and worse, of him.