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This Sorrowful Girl

25 Mar

 

If you haven’t watched the last episode of The Walking Dead get thee the fuck out of here now because SPOILERS.  Also, because GO WATCH IT.

My husband thinks I’m a freak because I want to talk about the show while I’m watching it, watch The Talking Dead immediately after, think about the episode and talk about the episode every time I get the chance.  This is the fundamental difference between the two of us and what makes me a geek and him not.

How is it that we’re already to the season finale?  I cannot abide these cable station seasons.  I had a hard enough time with the way things used to be, suffering through entire summers aching to know who fell off what cliff.  But living through that feeling three or four times a year is emotionally flaying my tender nerves.  The only way to endure is to obsess and to share that obsession with others.  As luck would have it I got to geek out via text with my sister from another mister which alleviated some of the geek pressure.  Thank the sweet lady internet we always have access to someone who is as big of a freak as we are.

This is me watching TWD:

They’re not really going to give Michonne to the Governor, right?

They’re not gonna.

I really don’t think they’re gonna.

Are they gonna?

No way are they gonna.

Wait, is Merle taking her?

What is he doing?

Is he going to give her to him?

Where is going?

Is he gonna die?

No way are they killing Merle.

I do not want them to kill Merle.

Are they gonna kill Merle?

They’re gonna kill him.

Damn.

So long, brother.  I knew you had it in you.

 

What a rough epi.  I should have known from Rick getting all deep on Merle and Merle answering back after serious consideration that things were headed in a decidedly unhappy direction.  But I wasn’t sure about anything except that Merle was going to redeem himself one way or another.  It was pretty badass that he went out in spectacularly Merle fashion – a few belts of whiskey in him, acting completely on impulse and brave as fuck in a completely cavalier way.

I’m more than sorry to see Merle go.  I think the dynamic between the Dixon brothers was multi-layered and interesting and could have provided years of fodder.  But way to kick some Governor-loving ass,  dude.  And you would have taken the big man out too if not for that weasly little fucker, Ben.  At least you got him.  In the face.  Respect.

That end scene when Daryl locked his smoldering gaze upon the alien zombie eyes of Zombie Merle was killer.  From the way Zombie Merle contemplated him, for a second I almost felt confirmation of Milton’s belief that the human spark remains somewhere amid the ruin of the zombie mind.  But, no.  The feeling of loss was palpable, that end to possibility and the snapping of that final tie to what once was.  You could feel Daryl stabbing the fuck out of the whole damn apocalyptic mess as he did Zombie Merle in.  All that rage at how things might have been and never would be.  Heart.  Broken.

The greatest thing about this episode was the ending of the Ricktatorship.  It’s about fucking time that these people stop listening to Rick.  As a leader boyfriend be crazy, has the WORST instincts and has no follow through.  Carl shot his damn mom.  Nut up, Rick.  But maybe now that it’s a communist commune, he can return to the Rick of old.  Slightly sanctimonious, never straying from what’s right, stand up kind of guy.  Old reliable.

Is anyone else watching this episode and wondering how the fuck Andrea is doing all chained up to that chair in the Governor’s torture dungeon?  I mean she’s annoying as they come, the Kate from Lost of the show, but I don’t want her to suffer.  How is she getting out of this one?  Has to be Milton, right?  Poor girl has to sit there until next week.

And after next week, this poor girl has to sit there until next season.  Praise be to the sweet lady internet for streaming Netflix.

 
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The Walking Who?

25 Feb

So I watched Emma Caulfield‘s Grab Bag on YouTube a while back (you should subscribe, she’s balls out and she used to take balls out for a living(Anya.  From Buffy.  You know, revenge demon gone gooey for Xander.))  The prompt she grabbed was to take the Which Walking Dead Character Are You quiz.  Clearly I am obsessed with all things TWD so I popped on over to find out my true nature.

Source: gq.com via Lucid on Pinterest

 

Now, I didn’t really have a character in mind because I don’t fancy myself having much similarity to anyone in that crew.  Why would I want to be Daryl, when I could be WITH Daryl?   Amirite?  I was really only certain that I would not want to be Andrea because Andrea is the Kate of TWD.  Kate from Lost?  Oh, have I Lost you with my trip down the geekhole?  Kate was the single most annoying character on Lost.  Yet, oh so sexy and therefore worthy of redemption.  With the straight dudes and their hard-ons, at least.  Kate fancied herself a badass and always insisted upon being a part of every mission, which she then promptly fucked right up.  Andrea is that for the Rick and the gang.

 

So clearly, not Andrea.  But Shane?  Really?  Shane made me mental when I first watched the show.  And up until (SPOILER ALERT) Rick shot him dead.  Then he zombied out requiring Carl to then shoot him eternally dead.  Which was actually pretty badass.  But Shane?  No.  Uh uh.  No way.

The Walking Dead takes part in the cable teevee phenomenon of seasons split down the middle with a several month hiatus (*cough, bullshit, cough*).  So I decided to watch the entire run over again whilst awaiting the mid-season premiere.  Which turned out to be a kickass idea as I picked up on a lot of stuff I had either forgotten or missed on the first go round.

Like Shane really isn’t that bad.  Like his motivation was Lori and Carl.  He did just about everything to make sure they were safe and that he was still around to protect them.  I can get behind that sort of behavior in a crisis situation and nothing says crisis like a horde of blood thirsty zombies gnawing on human remains.  I believe that starting at home is where it’s at.  It goes hand in hand with the whole put yer own airplane mask thingamabob first so you have the air in your lungs and the blood moving in your veins necessary to take the steps to save someone else.  In other words, you can’t help anyone until you help yourself.

So I guess I’ll take Shane, but hopefully I won’t go out like him.  If I do, I hope Carl’s got a round in the chamber.

 

Strong, but bullheaded, you lack foresight, and have a quick temper.  Though you can lead when pressed, your inability to see the big picture makes you better as a follower.  A passionate defender of the weaker members of the group, you sometimes let your anger get the better of you when protecting them.  Like a loaded gun, you can keep the peace or shatter it.
 
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Sayonara 2012, Picture Style

02 Jan

button-2012-farewell

Robin, at Farewell Stranger, is awesome for many reasons.  One of those reasons is her awesome idea of memorializing the years with pictures.  I memorialized 2011 here.  You can link up here through January 4th.  Peace out, 2012.  You kinda sucked a big fat one.  Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.

January -

I met my first Bandie IRL.  She’s beautiful and I love her.  My son was adorable and a punk.  With flair.  I fluffed and Trifecta’d told censorship to fuck right off.

February -

The Bloggess took us on the crazy train to Awesome Town with 50(plus 201) shades of Juanita.  I couldn’t resist joining in.  I gave a shout out to the whole world, Trifecta’d, took some pretty pictures for a Newspace class, fell in love with The Voice, got So Emotional.  My kid was rad sauce on toast.  Pretty much the ushe.

March -

Depression had me for lunch.  It was, however, a light lunch.  Spoiler alert:  the fucker came back later for dinner.  And holy fuck, was he hungry.  There was more Trifecta’ing, my Top Ten movies of 2011, more pretty pictures and more of that guy.

April -

The super kid turned three.  It’s kinda a big deal.  I hosted a bash for tiny superheroes complete with identifying capes and sparkly black masks.  Somehow I made it to 500 posts.  A feat that will not be replicated in a similar timeline due to the whole crushing-and-debilitating-depression-sucking-my-soul-and-will-to-lift-my-ass-off-the-couch thang.  We tiptoed,  mourned the loss of my Tree Hill family, played with actual real, live snow.  I started medical billing and coding school.  It was not an experience acquainted with awesome.  Oh, and I became an editor at Trifecta, a weekly writing challenge.  It was kind of a slow month.

May -

School ate my life, my Momma had a birthday, Portlanders rule and Every Mother Counted.

June -

I came out from beneath a mountain of Tootsie Roll wrappers, quit school because it quit me, fell in love with some more of geekdom and became a community writer for the Hillsboro Argus.

July -

I wrote more for the Argus, got grateful, made cake bob ombs, learned how to not be a dick and decided to go back to school to be a diagnostic sonographer (read: ultrasound technician).  I also waxed teevee orgasmic about my love for all things Montreal (read: One Tree Hill).  Also, the sun came out.  More than 1.7 times.  Winning!

August -

August was busy as fuck.  I drank some badass strawberry basil lemonade with some Bandies right before meeting the Bloggess live and in person.  Both she and her majestic boobs are as awesome as they seem.

I geeked out as a Voice of August at Rough and Rede, wrote more for the Argus, and worried my balls off about the state of the union.  I fessed up to my addiction to the premium.  I met Lisa, floated in a pool of bubbles in the hot, hot heat under the Texas sun and shared some spicy muffins and sweet balls.

September -

I feared more for our union, remembered and pimped myself out as Miss December to help the Band (calendars still available at low, low prices).  We camped, I Trifecta’d, remembered ye olde school dayz and started a feud with science.  Also, that guy.

October -

My favorite aunt died.  She was magical.  I miss her.  We all do.

Top 10 reasons for the season, the first ever guest post on LLL, people were mean.  Week in My Life began, Halloween party was hosted, Week in My Life ended.  The Color Run was run.

November -

I turned *cough, cough* some year.  Okay, forty-three.  Which made me remember all those creepers who hung out with me when I was twenty saying they didn’t FEEL forty.  But you ARE, Blanche.  I AM.  And I’m actually petty cool with it.  Except for the old lady vision issue.  I’m expecting my super powered vision to kick in any day now.

NANO began.  NANO continued.  NANO left me in its dust and science bested me.  I decided 33 words is more my stylo.

My friend has mad talent and the world now knows it.   The election came and went, lowering the national blood pressure rate by half.  My tot trotted.  I may have too.  Despite the strong impulse to run screaming, hide under the covers and hurl rocks I was videotaped and put on the internets.  I may never truly recover.

December -

I made science my bitch, rode the whirlwind that is Texas and made it through Christmas with barely a scratch.  I meme’d my buns off, hon.  And I mourned the loss of the zombies.

Then the world got colder and meaner and more desolate.  The world responded, as it often does in times of epic tragedy, by hearts everywhere growing three sizes.  Kindness is in the world, you just have to keep your eyes open and watch for it.

#bringingkindnessbackin2013

 
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Hiya – Year Trois

01 Jan

2012 was a hell of a year.  And by that I mean a year of hell.  Depression ran rampant throughout the ranks, violence escalated, ugliness abounded.  But among all that were moments of inspiration, kindnesses of every size and shape and a banding back together on a national level.

Personally, it was another year in flux, another year of being gripped by the gray.  There were far less posts written and far more goals made and revised on repeat.  But I’m still here.  And I still want to be.  Which is the only real reason to keep on keeping on.

So, thanks for the comments, the support the love.  Thanks for being a witness to my little life and let me do the same in return.

Happy anni, triple L.  And happy New Year to all y’all.  May all of your dreams be big and may you never stop dreaming them.  And may you dance your balls off more days than not.

 
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Aunt Becky’s Annual Memepalooza

28 Dec

Becks over at Mommy Wants Vodka hosts her annual meme about this time every year and I am jumping aboard this crazy train for the second time because I like random surveys given by foxy bitches who like encased meats.  This is what I had to say last year, if’n you care to refresh.

1. What did you do in 2012 that you’d never done before?

I made science my bitch.

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I’m gonna say yes because I’m too lazy to look at my resolution post from last year and because I’ve been told that I need to believe in myself more.  I will make more.  I will make many.  #onedayimgonna

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

My lovely step sister just had her first kid.  Several Bandmates had babies and one of my mommy friends had her second kid.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

My favorite aunt died.  There’s a hole there to deep to mention in polite company.  One of my Bandmates, the irrepressible ball of joy Mrs. One Day, died this week.  Although I didn’t know her well, her kindness was legend.  She will be remembered, as will her message of dreaming big and dreaming often.  #onedayimgonna.

5. What would you like to have in 2013 that you lacked in 2012?

Daryl Dixon and the ability to freeze time.

6. What countries did you visit?

Texas.

7. What date from 2012 will remain etched upon your memory, and why:

Halloween was pretty memorable.  Hulk and Thor do Urgent Care tends to stick to the gray matter.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Showering more days than not.

9. What was your biggest failure?

There were many.  The most recent went undetected to my epic relief.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Depression.  It’s old news, people.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

Contigo Water Bottle at the recommendation of Moosh in Indy.  Money well spent.

Gray Brain Cameo

If I only had a brain.  Oh wait, I do.

Womens NEW YORK Love Tri-Blend Pullover - american apparel S M L (5 Color Options)

I’d wear this everyday, but then I’d have to shower more.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Ellen, because she is spreading the kindness movement on a global level.  Also, she’s fucking funny.  And a cover girl.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

There was a lot of unkindness and bullying that made me sad in the heart parts.  There was also the whole election dealio that left me exhausted and deflated.  And, of course, the escalating incidences of violence that decimated me.

I’m trying to keep the light on the good stuff I witnessed.  The kindness, the camaraderie, #26acts, all that Ellen does everyday for people.  The Band, the Bloggess, Moosh in Indy and everyone else who shines lights into the dark corners and lifts up those who are down.  Kindness is catching.  Pass it on.

14. Where did most of your money go?

Christmas lights.  It’s like the Griswold’s up in this bitch.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Comic book movies.  It was kinda a big year for the geeks.

16. What song will always remind you of 2012?

We really are you know.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder?  I can hardly remember yesterday, how am I supposed to remember last year?  This year has been pretty bad so probs sadder.

ii. thinner or fatter?  Thinner.  Slightly.

iii. richer or poorer? Same, same.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Flash mobs.  Also flashing.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Second guessing and stressing.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

I spent it with the kid and the hubberband.

22. Did you fall in love in 2012?

Only with Daryl Dixon and Russell Stover Dark Chocolate and Coconut Cream Santas.

23. How many one-night stands?

I’ve had a series of them with the aforementioned Santas.

24. What was your favorite TV program?

The Walking Dead.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

I don’t hate anyone.  But I harbor strong feelings of anger, disappointment and revulsion for a select few.

26. What was the best book you read?

Let the Great World Spin

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

28. What did you want and get?

A meat thermometer.  Seriously.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?

Moonrise Kingdom and The Avengers.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 43.  I went to Bio, had a massage and saw Pitch Perfect.  It was cool.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

A little more sun and a little less science.  Also, world peace.  And more Dark Chocolate Santas.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2012?

Minimalist.  Read: I can fit into two pairs of pants, both of them yoga.

34. What kept you sane?

I don’t think I am this year.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

 

Source: fanpop.com via Lucid on Pinterest

 

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

The election was pretty hairy.  I’m grateful for three more years before the next shitstorm.

37. Who did you miss?

38. Who was the best new person you met?

Well, I technically met Lisa last year online, but met her live and in person this year.  So, Lisa.

 

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2012:

Patience is not a virtue I possess.  Hurry the fuck up, is.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

I know what I want but I just don’t know
How to, go about gettin’ it

http://youtu.be/bq76w2e6HoQ

 
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Stuff I Starred Saturday – Welcome To The Wonderful

08 Dec

I haven’t done this is a long time.  Not because there hasn’t been star worthy stuff.  Of course there has.  There is always an infinite amount of cool and wonderful things and people in the world and on the internet.  Which is why we’re all so crazy for Pinterest.

I haven’t been participating much in the internet-y stuff of days gone by.  In fact, I haven’t been participating in much these days.  Except for my nemesis, science.  That wily fuck.  What I have been knee deep and balls to the walls in is El Depresión, that cagey bastard.  He and science have joined forces to take me down.

There’s little things that keep the muck from consuming me completely like a symbiotic Venom-like creature.  Things like unexpected cards from badasses of internet fame and friendship, like Daryl Dixon taking us to the gun show while ganking Walkers with his badass crossbow and surly-redneck-with-the-heart-of-gold thang.  Like a tree covered in mismatched memories or a friend I’ve never met getting some well deserved recognition.

But the big things have been evident this week and I want to say a hallefuckinglujah and respek to all of that.  The internet can harbor some pockets of bile and provide a safe space for mean girls and bullies, but it can also be so kind and remind us of who we really want to be.  And it can take us on a wild and wacky ride through communal magic.  That shit should be participated in to the fullest and celebrated on the regular.  Which is what I want to do with these precious links I lay at your feet.  Welcome to the wonderful.

Coming Into The Light by Empty the Well

James Garfield For Sainthood by the Bloggess

Listed.  Happy.  Trophy-less.  by Moosh in Indy

NOMNOMNOM by #VandalEyes

Where Are Gay Men’s Vaginas? by We Know Awesome

Make This World Mo Betta by, uh, me.  Just read it, it’s a warm fuzzy and a way to give back.

Ellen’s Mom Cloned Herself And Got Married (psych.  warm fuzzies all up in my eye holes and my heart parts)

 
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Dose of Happy – Make This World Mo Betta’

03 Dec

Over at Band Back Together we’re feeling like we want to junk punch the next person who asks us if we have a case of the Mondays.  So instead of doing the time in the resulting anger management program, we decided to take Monday back.  So we’re linking up our Dose of Happy posts and bringing the awesome back to Mondays.

 

 

I pinned this from the Bloggess because she makes me feel just like all the people in this pin do, like my internet bff does, like the Band does, like the Wheaton’s do, likeEllen does.

The Bloggess and James Garfield (obvi) are going for the trifecta of Christmas miracles in order to get the pig (James Garfield, obvs) qualified for sainthood.  Also to make people smile and feel loved even when in the middle of a horrendous catastrophe.  I’ve been lucky enough to be in on this experience from the beginning, but I want to share the warm fuzzy high that comes with joining together to make the world brighter with everyone.

Project Night Night is an awesome program that distributes a night night bag with book, blanket and stuffed animal to homeless kids all over the US.  Imagine how scary it feels to be a kid without a home, without any possessions to call your own.  It costs only $20 for one complete package or you can put them together yourself (see guidelines here).  This year, the Bloggess is trying to reach a goal of 1,000 packages for kids affected by Superstorm Sandy.  She kicked off the awesome with a donation of 25 packages.  I’m donating one this year because my pockets be smaller right now, but my mom’s group has a plan to work on a larger local donation after the holidays.

I know what the economy is like firsthand, y’all.  I totally get not being in a position to give right now.  But if you can’t give, can you spread the word?  Tweet that shit, Pin it, FB it, Stumble Upon it, Reddit it.  Every little bit helps.  It all matters.  Come on y’all, let’s all get high together.

 
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Every Day I Be Fluffin’

02 Dec

Why aren’t you in bed?

It 4pm and my kid isn’t nocturnal.  Unfortunately.

Did you do laundry today?

I’m saving that for tomorrow.  I am currently in the procrastinate all the things stage.

What kind of computer do you have?

Orange.  Is that a kind?  It’s a PC of some sort.

Are there always other fish in the sea?

Sure.  Also this.

And this guy.

What can you do with your tongue?

Form the words up yours as I flip you the double bird.

Can you say all 50 states in alphabetical order?

I may or may not be able to name all 50 states if given an hour and the internet, but why would I want to?  I do know there are fifty altogether, but really only five that count.

Do you have atleast 2 windows in your bedroom?

We have one window that is covered in various forms of light blocking coverage.  We like the light in our room blinking and coming from technology.

Last time you babysat?

I want nothing to do with other people’s children right now.  But I will hold any sleeping baby for an unlimited amount of time.

Do you plan your outfits out the day before?

Yes.  I have a sleeping disorder that makes me unable to go to bed before 1 am or wake the fuck up in the morning and I have a kid.  Anything that will give me an extra 12 1/2 seconds in Snoozetown USA.

Favorite Pro Sports team?

Sports blow.  I like the Cubs because I always have, because Wrigley Field feels like America to me and because they always lose.  You know, lovable.

What is the last thing you bought?

Meat.  I got takeout BBQ for the boys.

How many peircings do you have?

Multiple ear piercings, but I rarely even fill the first holes.  Not much for the jewelry.

Can you touch your toes?

I’m going to go with maybe.  I haven’t tried lately and I am getting pretty old and wretched.

Where in the world is carmen sandiego?

A better question would be, who in the fuck is Carmen Sandiego?  Her name is kinda badass.

Favorite person to be with?

Yer mom.

Ever been on a blind date?

No.  I did go on a date with a eHarmony dude.  He was nice, but it turns out I was more into the way I wrote to him than the actual him of him.  My letters were amazeballs.  I saved them for a long time because I loved the way I wrote.

Do you believe in God?

Yes.  No.  Maybe.  Repeat.

One place you will NEVER eat at?

McDonald’s.  I would rather eat my own vomit.

Would you date anyone you met online?

See above.  That was my one experience.  It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either.  It was much more enjoyable in the emailing phase.

Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos?

That was the third tattoo I ever got.  It was in the late 90′s in Bozeman, Montana from some guy named Gerald.  It the Chinese character for transformation inside a butterfly.  It’s actually cool with me if it really reads, truckers do it on the road or, try Chun King for your beautiful body.  It means what it means to me.  Transformation is kind of my deal.  And butterflies are a family thing and represent my grandma.  It’s in the middle of my back so I’m basically the originator of the tramp stamp.  Which is hot.  Probably.

Are colored contact lenses sexy?

(AP Photo/Twentieth Century Fox, Nigel Parry)

Sexy is not the word I’d use.  Although I do love me some Lorne.  Now, give me an ill-tempered, bitey vampire and I’ll sing a different song.

Have you ever been white-water rafting?

When I was maybe 19, I went on a raft with my sister, mom and aunt.  It was in South Bend, IN and the waterway was jacked up from some race shit that they do there.  We had no clue what we were doing and the raft flipped almost immediately.  I was screaming for my mom.  I thought I was gonna die.  The closest I’ll ever get to that again is the log ride at Disney.

Have you met a real redneck?

I lived in Texas for half of my life.  Several years of that was spent in College Station.  I don’t think they grow them any other way.

What was the last movie you watched?

Silver Linings Playbook.  It was good.  Funny, sweet.  But I’m not overly fond of the whole mental illness as comedic fodder thing.

What do you usually order from Starbucks?

God, I love coffee.  So I don’t drink it.  Obvi.  Addiction runs deep in this girl.  When I first got sober, I upped the cigs to two packs a day and stopped eating everything but sugar and coffee.  Although not together.  I like my coffee black as sin and iced.  Starbucks is a rare occurrence when the husband wants it.  They have these breakfast sammies that rule though.  And sometimes I’ll have a hot chocolate although I’d rather have it from the Oregon zoo.  That shit is dope.

Have you ever fired a gun?

No.

Do you like Michael Jackson?

I like his music.  I have always been smitten with classic R&B and soul.  The Jackson 5 were not my faves, but I did love them.  And MJ had some good shit too.  Thriller was pretty badass and Bad was not bad too.

MJ the dude?  I feel for him.  He was fucked up early on and it just continued unchecked.  I feel bad for the kids I believe he abused.  I do get the feeling that he really felt like he was a kid so he probs didn’t feel it was wrong.  But enough people accused him and were subsequently shut the fuck up.  You gotta believe the children, yo.

I also feel bad for his kids.  I’ve seen them on Ellen and they are just as awkward as he was.  I hope they grow out if it, but who could be any shade of normal growing up in that kind of life.  I would off myself on the second day of being trailed by the poppers.

Ever call a 1-900 phone number?

Do they still have those?  The internet be free, y’all.  And the filth abounds.  Save your dolla bills for the club.

 
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The Tot Trotted

28 Nov

So many more fabulous photos over at Wordless Wednesday.  Go get ‘em!

 
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If I Close My Eyes You Can’t Really See Me, Right?

16 Nov

I am currently performing an epic feat of self-monitoring by not saying one.single.thing negative about myself right now.  Instead I’ll just say how fiine you are looking today and isn’t the weather just balls and how about them fill-in-the-blanks and my, this year has flown by and can you believe what Lilo has done this time and those make you look like a woodland fairy riding a unicorn with a flowing, silver mane.  Also?  Bacon.

xoxo

Other fabulous, witty, intelligent peeps here.

 
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