In which I condense all the important facts into haiku
Tea With The Squash God
RedWombatStudio.Com
.'s don't count; #blogcrush
Boyfriend sent me link
http://www.redwombatstudio.com/blog/?p=4151
That counts; #boyfriend crush
umbrellas will lean
like polar bears in the red
electrical cords
Ta-Da!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
In Other News, I am a Masochistic Bitch
Masochistic: You don't know me, if you're reading this. It's almost certain. Unless you stalk me, in which case: you are creepy but have good taste. So.. rock on?
The point being, there are a few basic facts you need to know about me. The first is that I attract illnesses like honey attracts bees, camp fires attract Hersheys, and George Clooney attracts the entire freaking planet.
Witness: I spent my summer voiceless, energyless, trying very hard not to puke (don't want to offend the etiquette types, after all; a friend informed me throwing up in the middle of dinner isn't considered "socially acceptable". Trends these days...) and generally considering pandering my lungs to China's black market, as they were doing a damn fine job of making it out of my body. What China might want with my lungs is not the point: I had Whooping Cough.
Yes - that "thing the Pioneers got".
Today, (mostly) cured, I ventured back into the world of martial arts for a tet a tet with the depths of my stupidity. Whatever you're thinking is probably a lot funnier, and a lot less painful than Experiences I'd Rather Not Relive, so I shall leave it at that.
In other corners, I'm officially a Bitch; this showed up in my mail box today: http://bitchmagazine.org/
If you follow that link RIGHT NOW, yes YOU, I'm talking TO YOU, you can read a fabulous article on overweight women and sexuality (Read it. It'll make you think - and if this is what you're doing with your time? Obviously you need to. :P) AND follow the links at the bottom of the page to view some NSFW fat ladies. How cool is that?
So I'm off, with a champagne cork for the lot of you (congratulations! You found me!) and I'll see you all tomorrow.
Try not to die in the mean time. I'd be most upset.
For me?
You're a dear.
Ciao.
The point being, there are a few basic facts you need to know about me. The first is that I attract illnesses like honey attracts bees, camp fires attract Hersheys, and George Clooney attracts the entire freaking planet.
Witness: I spent my summer voiceless, energyless, trying very hard not to puke (don't want to offend the etiquette types, after all; a friend informed me throwing up in the middle of dinner isn't considered "socially acceptable". Trends these days...) and generally considering pandering my lungs to China's black market, as they were doing a damn fine job of making it out of my body. What China might want with my lungs is not the point: I had Whooping Cough.
Yes - that "thing the Pioneers got".
Today, (mostly) cured, I ventured back into the world of martial arts for a tet a tet with the depths of my stupidity. Whatever you're thinking is probably a lot funnier, and a lot less painful than Experiences I'd Rather Not Relive, so I shall leave it at that.
In other corners, I'm officially a Bitch; this showed up in my mail box today: http://bitchmagazine.org/
If you follow that link RIGHT NOW, yes YOU, I'm talking TO YOU, you can read a fabulous article on overweight women and sexuality (Read it. It'll make you think - and if this is what you're doing with your time? Obviously you need to. :P) AND follow the links at the bottom of the page to view some NSFW fat ladies. How cool is that?
So I'm off, with a champagne cork for the lot of you (congratulations! You found me!) and I'll see you all tomorrow.
Try not to die in the mean time. I'd be most upset.
For me?
You're a dear.
Ciao.
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