. spastic .

. issues .

so yeah. here it is, in a nutshell. i'm Cassi, i'm 28. kick-butt mom, film connoisseur, lion tamer and self-proclaimed prophet. or so i've been told. go on, take a look. once you've taken the little tour, take another minute or two to jot down a few words in my guestbook. but be creative. not every insult gets acknowledged. telling me i'm fat doesn't earn you very many points, but telling me you'd rather stick your head in a bucket full of maggots and have them burrough into your nostrils and ears and then rot inside your brain than look at pictures of me will surely get you noticed. so go on, see what you can do.

. snobbery and decay .

keep in mind that i probably don't care what you think. unless you're going to tell me you think i'm hot or doable, in which case feel free to email or leave a message on my cell phone. i have a holier-than-most attitude when it comes to the things i love, and i'm always up for a good challenge. (and i reserve the right to judge whether the challenge is a good one or not, based on your level of ignorance or ridiculousness) hey, it's my website, they're my rules. Scrabble, anyone? i hate Julia Roberts movies (except if John Cusack is in them) and i love subtitles. i live in a city full of acid-washed jean wearing mulletheads and YES, that bothers me. 80 per cent of the people who live in this town can be found in country and western bars on friday and saturday nights doing the achy breaky with Billy Ray Cyrus. YEEEEEE-HAWWWWWW! yep. yep.

. i've got a urethra and i'm not afraid to use it! .

so things have sucked for quite some time. if you're just happening across this site for the first time, you may not know about all the little elements that plague my life on a daily basis. the ex-husband, the ongoing court battles, the car problems, the health issues, my severely disfunctional family, the stress of my job and the horrid woman for whom i work, the panic of finding a new place, the trials and tribulations with my son and his teacher and work habits, the lack of silver lining upon this cloud. i've been led to believe it's there, somewhere, and i'll keep on looking until i find it. oh, and hey, i just noticed that i still haven't thrown out my Christmas tree.

. leave your message after the tone .

click the little yellow and barely legible text under this paragraph and you'll get to my guestbook. some people really need to brush up on their grammar skills, and some people just don't play well with others. either way, i don't care. what you type for my little brown eyes isn't going to change my life, but do drop by anyway and lemme know what you think. unfortunately, the link to return to my site doesn't work - i must have missed the memo when things were changing. in fact, i'm sure that was the day i played hookie.

~Guestbook~

. let's dance, daddy-o .

another little yellow blurb following this paragraph. this one will open one of those email windows that noone uses anyway, but at least you'll have the address, should you wish to use it. i don't respond to all of the email i get, because frankly, most of it is crap. i'm happy that you liked the site, i'm so pleased to hear how ugly you think i am, but in order to provoke a response from this little Spaz, you'll have to do better than that. go on, i triple-dog-dare ya. SpasticCass