Today featuring: Happy Birthday

1. When is your birthday?
Sanni and

Sanni´s Evil Blogger Twin are born on June, 11th 1974. Their zodiac sign is Gemini… twice the fun. [Aaaaah... wait a minute... 2 ladies suffering from split-personality, both born as a zodiac "Gemini"? ... Are we dealing with FOUR crackpots blogging on Coffee2go? Mercy, please. Two of them are way enough!]

2. When you blow out the candles on your cake, do you make a wish? Have any of them come true?
Sanni makes wishes, of course, but never self-supporting ones. She remembers one wish that came true: She wished her Mommy to be healthy again, who spent many weeks in a hospital. - and Mommy is fit [*KnockOnWood*]

Sanni´s Evil Blogger Twin prefers to eat the burning candles and pick a cake fight with her guests

3. How do you feel about birthdays and birthday celebrations?
Sanni likes birthdays and birthday celebrations, especially to arrange birthday-parties for others. She worked as a party-planner for ages. Now she loves to arrange parties for her loved ones. She likes her own birthday as well, but she´d like it even more without the ever increasing number of candles on her birthday cake :)

Sanni´s Evil Blogger Twin likes birthdays ditto, but definitely not the own one. The own Birthday is a reminder of having a reflective look into the mirror, catch one´s reflection, count the crinkles… be amazed about their number… brood over their reasons… appoint “dolce vita”… pour a glass of Glenfiddich… light a cigarette… toast life [and grin like a Cheshire cat... backdoor. Admit this? No way!]

4. What has been your favorite birthday gift? What kind of gifts really blow you away?
Sanni thinks it is the very thought that is relevant… she is fond of birthday gifts and variegated birthday cards.

Sanni´s Evil Blogger Twin agrees [once in a blue moon, but possible].
Gifts are unable to blow her away… but bozos. Normally you are not surrounded by blockheads on your birthday therefore she is rarely annoyed on her birthday. On with the show!

5. What flavor cake do you prefer?
Sanni favors “Kalte Schnauze”. This is a German speciality her Granny dressed for her during childhood. It mostly consists of shortbread and chocolate-cream *yummy*

Sanni´s Evil Blogger Twin prefers all kind of cream cake… just because they are proper for cake fights :)))

Today´s “Interview With A Crackpot” developed from Sonny´s Friday Five Tag… Meantime it´s Tuesday, so we are not going to tag anyone… but: feel free to tag yourself :)

love ya all later,

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: Marge, I’m going to Moe’s. Send the kids to the neighbors, I’m coming back loaded!

The Simpsons

I am…

drinking: a minimum of a kilolitre of double espresso

listening: Lifehouse - and so do you

feeling: veeeery tired… cocerning to the fact I overworked Mr L´s homepage whole night long

reading: TV-Movie - because I´m much too pooped for reading anything else but “What´s next on TV?”. And - of course - I will be definitely too weary to watch…

thinking: about how to survive the 2 trysts we got today… *yaaaaawn*

doing: I am a bit lost in reverie at present- I see my EVIL BLOGGER TWIN fixing some matches to keep my eyes open :-)))

wanting: to be awake enough to bring yesterday´s posting to you agin… tomorrow (cp. “teaching”)

smiling: about yesterday´s muscle-tremor-bet @ Wetten, dass…?

smelling: fresh brewed COFFEEEEEEEE (I love love LOVE and NEED it. NOW!!!)

needing: a deep sleep for hours… days… best: a week

loving: the thought of going to bed NEXT night

enjoying: Bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon @ breakfast (going to 2 B, in about 2 hours)

finding: better LOSING: yesterday´s posting is gone with the wind… *annoyed*

teaching: myself to check blogger in order not to lose any posting anymore. By trying to store the post I was told blogger is momentarily f*#ked and thus not able 2 save my settings. But after regarding my blog, it was all there… till I started to post this one. I didn´t see the post in my dashboard, but when I opened the blog. Being as tired as I am yields the result I am a muppet (above commonly, I know). I pressed the F5-Button and at one fell swoop my post flew away… right into the nonfinite widths of universe…

humming: You And ME… I´m really in this song

wishing: Mr C to be save and sound after Monday´s coloscopy…
Altough I don´t wanna swap places concerning to tomorrow´s medication… [SHIT... in the truest sense of the word] I counsel the following:
Poor boy, sit down, make yourself home, blow out, cheer up! *geehee*
All jokes aside: I´ll keep my fingers crossed for Monday… *NIEPI*

good n8 & good luck ♥,

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: I’ve learned that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish Flanders was dead.

you want to say out LOUD but don´t have the heart to…

Say it.
Just say it.
Don´t swallow…
Come on… swear like a trooper!
I know you want to.
You know you want to.
So do I.

P.M. again!
Stop telling me personal details I don´t wanna know about you.
Just because you’re on doesn’t mean you don’t shower. Pig. Wash your fucking hair because I can smell it twenty feet away. Burnt tofu is not a good smell, and that’s what you smell like right now. Soap. Read about it. Use it.

My eyes…
Oh my ever-lovin’ God! Lady… are you nuts? I know this is a locker room and such… but are you seriously walking around here completely naked with nothing but Sport shoes on?
Gross.
And not only are you prancing around naked, with your pale white ass blinding the hell out of me, but you’re anorexic at best… seriously… I can see your organs. The last place you need to be right now is the gym.
*Ew* Put some clothes on, would ya… Christ!

Bartender @Peppino Bar
Anybody got some Altoids? Your breath smells like wet dog and vinegar. Stop talking to me right now. I mean it.. quit it and go suck down a pack of tic-tacs or something… Jesus! Unbelievable you told us every gastronome is a problem drinker… and you told us HOW you tasted our cocktails with your malicious tongue before serving them. That´s just about the limit! I still want to throw up in a second!

Shut UP, Weather Man!
Oh, it’s cold outside? Really? And, I’m supposed to be surprised about that because it’s fucking NOVEMBER and it’s always freezing cold in this area of the country in November? Dickwads.
People, it’s winter. And in Germany it’s ALWAYS UNDER 10 DEGREES IN NOVEMBER.
ALWAYS.
Seriously, it’s always fucking cold and fucking humid. ALL THE TIME in November. EVERY YEAR. In Germany. Which is where you are reporting this “news” like it’s the fucking Second Coming.
Why is this news?
Stop it. Just stop it.

Subway´s
Oh for Christ’s sake! No you did not just stand in this line in-front of me for 20 minutes, get to the front and you STILL don’t know what you’re gonna order? Give me a freakin’ break! You’re ridiculous. Stop staring at the god-damn menu and saying the word “um”… you should have been doing that 8 people ago. Just get out of my way, would ya? I knew what I wanted before I even got here. And get off your cell phone while you’re ordering. That’s just rude and clearly you’re pissing the guy off… I hope he spits in your food.
Bitch.

Change the sign, trucker!
I know what you’re thinking: “Eighty isn’t slow. That Slow Traffic Keep Right sign can’t be for me.”
The problem is that the car in your mirror (mine) is doing 120.
Maybe the sign would be effective if it read “If The Car Behind You Fills Your Mirrors, Move The Fuck Over!”

Illitera(xXx)y and YOU
Are you fucking kidding me? It’s not eXpresso. Please tell me where you see the letter “X” anywhere in that word. Idiot.
Oh, and P.S.: 1984 called. They want their leggings and comic-shirts back.

Hole of an ASS
You, sir, are an asshole. You’re officially on my shit-list… you and your futurity-specs…
If you try THIS again I’m going to kick your short, bald, fat little ass so hard that you’ll be shitting out my shoe for a week. Seriously. For real… you’ve pissed me off.

Driver´s license
I guess you won your´s in a lottery. Give it back! You will never learn how to drive… because I´m sure this is too much to handle for your tiny little brain, fuckface…
Jesus may save and God may be your co-pilot, but if I ever see you on the road again, cutting people off like you did us, I will nail you to your own cross, I swear.
Oh, and you know… nice way to pick your nose at that red light, look at it, and then slide your finger into your mouth. Don’t think I didn’t see that. Asshole.

*Phew* The internal freak magnet hidden in my body somewhere is still there… I really need to cut it of!


Smoothies to all the others,

And now…
… our moment of Homer J.:

Homer: How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?