AND lunchtime again....Blog time

Peanut butter, gluten free bread and lays potato chips.

I know that's what you wanted to know. What I ate for lunch. Highly unimpressive, I'm certain.

Turquoise. If you were wanting to know the color of my underpants. And too much information, if you were not.

In my life, I am coming to a point where I don't gloss over information. Brute honesty. Concise answers. You ask, I'm gonna respond. Unless I don't like your question, then I'm just going to verbally brow-beat you or just ignore you....all up to my mood that day. Being a people-pleaser is becoming less and less necessary for me. An addiction to maintaining other people's happiness is an addiction I'm starting to shake....because not everyone in the world deserves that kind of stress and attention....it just took me this long to realize that and limit those special people to a total that can be counted on one hand.

It's not a bad thing to age, grow up, mature and evolve. But age does mean I'll be hitting the treadmill to burn off those Lays potato chips.

I rap when I run. Cool like that.

Apparently I haven't been on here for 2 years

Yeah, two years of blogging silence. Well, that's no fun.

I've been here. I've not been queer.

I've simply been cyber-quiet....well, unless you count upwards of 4000 tweets on my twitter. @pennydrake4real if you are a fellow tweep.

So, I'm back. I'm gonna start talking/typing and all that bloggy jazz....mainly because I need a creative outlet and something to do on my lunch breaks at work.

Questions upon Questions...

How old is the last person you kissed?
7 years old...and my dog Maddie enjoyed every bit of tongue action

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?
Yes, when I was 17 and split my head opened and totaled my car.

Do you want kids?
Do they sell them at Target? And can I return any that don't fit?

If someone liked you right now would you want them to tell you?
I would want them to SHOW me in a monetary fashion. My rent bill=true love.

What woke you up this morning?
Maddie requesting more tongue action

Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you liked?
If I was required to sleep on the floor I most definitely would not like the person responsible for the idea!

Who last called you baby?
My mom..sad, I know.

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with a N?
M-A-D-D-I-E Do you see an "N"?

Last thing you touched, not computer-related?
Cup of hot tea....serious addiction....seeking counseling

What's the story behind the nearest stuffed animal?
Sexual needs. Obviously.

Are you judgmental?
Only a jerk would ask that question.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
Why so I can be screwed over a second time!?!?!?

What color are your nails painted?
My toe nails are hot pink and girlie

Name something random that's to your left:
set of winter gloves I wear while I work. very cold environment.

Name something random that's to your right:
Lysol Sanitizing Wipes

If there was a pill that enlarged boobs and actually worked, would you spend $500 on it?
I am not in need of any further advancements in my breasts' forward projection.

If you found out a friend was smoking, what would you do?
Pee on them...or spit.

Do you believe in ghosts or haunted houses?
I hope so. I have people I want to haunt after I die.

What made you laugh the hardest today?
When I made a rude comment under my breath to a client and I immediately rammed my knee into a wall. Karma is so FAST sometimes.

What did you do yesterday?
Worked out, ran errands, audition, business meeting, dinner, comatose

What are you doing tonight?
Hanging with my Marti for a movie and some grub

Do you ever get "goodmorning" texts from anyone?
Ha...no, I'm awake before the rest of the world.

Is there a guy/girl that you can go to in sweats, hair messed up, butt naked, or with no teeth and them still not care how you look?
Anyone and everyone. I could give a crap.

Would you ever become a vegetarian?
I like the sound of the slaughtering of animals...makes me think of a good steak.

Are you in a good mood?
I'm in jeans and a shirt.

What's one thing that really annoys you?
needing to pee so much from the over abundance of the hot teas I'm drinking.

Your most recent ex says he/she loves you, what do you say?
This tea is great.

Why did the last person that liked you stop liking you?
they never stop, they merely die

So what's your last text message?
"Hope everything is good."

When is the last time you REALLY smiled?
When I last peed.

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?
I tend to snort/laugh.

Do you know anyone named Taylor?
No. Should I? Does this "Taylor" know me?

Are you imagining anyone naked right now?
Me. And Maddie.

Has anybody ever given you butterflies?
Butterflies do not tend to travel well. I prefer a sturdier insect. Ladybugs are nice.

Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex?
It's the only way to have sex.

Splatcademy's Scream Queen of the Year!

Seems I won...... (my congratulatory email):

"Congratulations Ms. Drake, you have been voted by the fans as "Scream
Queen of the Year" and will win the Splatcademy Award on Monday,
February 23rd presented by Deadlantern. com

We invite you to record an acceptance speech. We'll play it during the awards show.

The Splatcademy Awards, presented by Deadlantern. com's
Splattercast is a celebration of the finest films, actors, and moments
the horror genre had to offer in 2008. We bring together 20 of the top
horror podcasts on the internet to do our own version of the Academy
Awards. The fans voted you as Scream Queen of the Year in the closest
vote we've ever had!

Again, congratulations and we hope you'll
record and audio acceptance speech for all the fans who voted for you.
You can send it to splattercast@gmail.com

MaT
deadlantern. com

p.s. There is an actual trophy for this and if you are interested in one, just let us know what address to send it to."

SO first off, I want to apologize to my fans and Dead Lantern for not getting an acceptance speech recorded in time. I've been a bit preoccupied with the upcoming sketch comedy STAR CHICKS.
I want to thank my fans profusely for going online and voting for me and helping me kick some Scream Queen ass!!! You guys are the best. You never let me down. I am oh so grateful for the constant support and adoration from you guys!!!!

XOXOXOXO
your Scream Queen of the Year
Penny Freakin' Drake

And yeah....I totally sent off for the trophy!

THE COOK ... drinking game

( I know, me, the straight edge girl posting a drinking game...oh the irony!)
But play it while watching my film, THE COOK.

1 drink – every time you see boobs
1 drink – every time someone smokes something
1 drink – every time someone drinks something
1 drink – every time someone calls someone gay or hits on someone else in a homosexual manner
1 drink – every time someone says "OK"
1 drink – every time someone dies

The Dom Deluise Special: Take a drink every time someone eats something. Drink continuously anytime you see someone holding a plate of food out to someone else.

Original post found at http://www.moviecynics.com/item/1569

Knowing

While the weight of knowing may crush one's spirit, the instant the knowledge comes to light you can ease the whirlwind of speculation. It's a relief, albeit a painful one. But to know ... to confirm ...to have the steady weight of fact held in your hand .... you can crush it, drop it, pocket it, throw it .... you can do something with that fact. A tangible item, it's within a fact that power is held. So while knowing may feel like a weight has been placed upon your heart, in essence it's a gift. It's an end to paranoia and to ill-placed hope. It's simply the end to a question. You now have the answer. Only thing to do now is spread the truth and through that you shall find freedom, healing and peace of mind. And truth shall help others also know...and make better, well-informed choices not shrouded by lies, deceit and self serving manipulation. Some may choose to not look at the fact, intimidated by the weight of it. And those are weak people who don't deserve to have the knowledge and who truly cares to impart a gift to the weak?

The good will always prevail.

Create, love, move, heal, appreciate and know. Knowing is the best thing that could have been given me.

Words, words, words...

I am an intelligent creature...I swear by my beloved Frenchie, who farts, that I can add, subtract, email at break neck speed and read a book a week, simply for kicks. Moderately intelligent. I will give myself that...moderately. I feel good about that level, not too generous, but not underestimating the value of what a four year degree earns you....even when I delay that process and take 7 years to finish that degree...I WAS UNDECIDED ON MY MAJOR...ok?

Recently, I have come across the philosophical and over thinkers of our time. I can sit in a room with them and nod my head along with their discussion, interject an "I see" or "well, makes sense." When in all reality, I don't see, I don't even hear...I'm lost on what the meaning of the last 30 syllables that left your mouth were and I'm inconspicuously looking for the damned thesaurus you must be hiding somewhere.

It's when I realize that these fops, these narcissists of their own verbology, have never been called out on how perverse and moronic that they actually sound. And I'm pretty safe at assuming not a single idea that left their mottled brain was actually original....being that they seem to spout many quotes and references and use those bunny ear quotes a lot. I like bunnies. Really do, especially rabid ones.

The crowd that basks in the glow of the overly worded, is too embarrassed that they can't follow, they can't comprehend, they can't truly remember what the discussion is actually about, but could really use some hallucinogenic drugs at this point to watch the speaker's head melt...cause it would simply be more entertaining and remarkable.

God these people bore me and they do it while gleefully believing themselves to be the most interesting creatures on the planet. Hit head on wall, hit head on wall, hit head on wall.

So I've come to the point of where I plan to stand up for my people, the majority, us. The American population has an average intelligence and reading level of third graders. You know why? Cause we have to work, pay bills, we don't desperately cling to what we learned in British Literature or highschool Calculus...cause you know why???? We have things to do and more valuable, lovely things to think upon and we are secure in that indulgence. I, myself, vow to claim ignorance, admit my lack of time spent studying the dictionary while instead I enjoyed the real world (complete with rabid bunnies).

Because if these philosophers actually cared to get their point across. If their main goal was to impress a major point and belief upon the world at large concerning religion, politics or perhaps the sexual practices of the Haitian peoples, as their legacy, then they would surely want to be understood. Instead, it seems that they merely want to hear their magnificent brains pouring from their tea stained lips (cause these people spend hell-of-time sipping hot teas at the local Sbucks). And each superior syllable that eeks past their gaping holes for mouths, challenges me to dare NOT to understand.

Well, I don't...dammit I don't. And I'm not sure I would really care about the topic if I did understand the words spewing from their mouth.

So...to these plunderers of the English language .. the time wasters of life ... the soulless who claim to have souls...the unoriginal who claim to be the MOST unique people ever (what a common statement).... I say to you ....

You are better than a Xanax. You are less exciting than an annual obgyn exam. A speculum has more personality and depth of character than you. You make me want to rip your face off and feed it to my lovely rabid bunnies whose sheer existence is a larger mark on society than your own.

And to you who actually listen to this drivel and revel in it, you are just as vapid. Go get a life. Find the philosophy of existing and maybe, just maybe, you will create your own life epiphany…and I swear when you do, the best and grandest of life's discoveries comes in the words of children, the colors from a crayon box and humbling experiences of the common man.