Monday, May 29, 2006

All good things must come to an end

Sometimes immunity just isn't enough. Especially when you don't have it. The ONE WEEK I don't have immunity and I get KICKED OUT OF THE CYBERHOUSE!

Yes, the rumors you've heard are true - your beloved Diva has been ousted, kicked to the curb, kicked out of bed for eating crackers, shunned, booted and any other cliche' you can think of having to do with being KICKED. OUT.

Okay, so I turned in a task a wee bit late. In my defense, I was going off Oklahoma time, not Australian time, so I wasn't technically late - I had one hour and four minutes left in Oklahoma! Oh, but Big Blogger came in with a comment about cold pizza that just sent shiver up my spine. I should've known then. I should've steeled myself for what was inevitable. I think the D. I sign in-between my first and last name on my checks stands for "Denial". Or maybe that's "Dumb". Hmh.

But it's okay....I grabbed few tissues from Stewed Hamm on my way out so I can dab my eyes when I feel the tears coming on. I'll just wander around with my new nomadic partner in eviction, Scott. He's a fellow LOST fan, designed a kickass basement for the Cyberhouse and is teaching me how to appreciate Van Halen. (He's very patient, bless his heart.) He and I will take our Fittymaid storage containers filled with contraband we stole from Cazzie!! and Hillbilly Mom when they were busy in the kitchen, flirting with Carlos the Cabana Boy and we'll entertain ourselves somehow. Maybe we'll eat some of Big Blogger's cold pizza and wash it down with Sump Cola. And maybe we'll meet up with Mark and join in his MUAHHAHAHA'ing. You never know.

So go check out the remaining defenders of the Cyberhouse, if you dare:
Hillbilly Mom
Lantern Light
Stewed Hamm

You can check out us losers, too:
Knocking on the Golden Door
Perspectives of a Nomad
Will Type For Food
and (sob) Me.


Hillbilly Mom said...

Methinks thee ought to hasten thyself to bed. I will take good care of Carlos tonight. He needs to comfort me because of all the muahahaing. Cazzie's comforting takes my breath away. And I mean that in an ambiguous kind of way, like how Elaine and the fugly baby on Seinfeld were both 'breathtaking'.

Redneck Diva said...

Hillbilly Mom, my dreams last night were plagued with images of you and Carlos bobbing up and down on a sea that vaguely reminded me of Cazzie's ample bosom....

MUAH HAHAHAAHAHAAHA! (Just in case you haven't heard/read it enough)

Cazzie!!! said...

Missin' you......and makin up for you with the cabana boy!! Until the time Hillbilly Mom wants him back! :)

Rebecca said...

Hi Diva,
Sorry to have seen you go, but the public voted. If only there was something we could do, but I hear that Big Blogger is a total B#tch.

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