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I'm so fat

I am a freaking fat fuckity fuck fuck. I love self depricating humor. I love to be self depricating, period.

pining

I'm all about the pine. I choose complicated men who give me extreme agida and perpetuate my fear of intimacy. it's a gift. I just adore difficult men to manifest.

word on the street

is that britsky titsky is knocked up again with ktrailer's baby. it's bad enough she married her distraction then spawned his child, now she's doing it again? ewww. that is severely creepy.

re: hatcher post

I was write she's got a book hitting the shelves any day now...

jesus n me

I've been doing a lot of thinking about jesus lately. I guess it's the homeschool blog obsession that's got me all focused on the big dawg. it seems like he's got serious work pressures. think about it. you've got a ton of people who do things in 'his name' and hock him constantly about everything, and it's always, couldjya, wouldjya do for me. what a pain in the ass. I think I've got problems. he should hook up with moses.

sleep deprivation

I am so tired... exhausted. total insomniac at the minute. whatever.

work

I fucking hate work. I fucking hate my fucking jobs and my fucking bosses and I am so fucking over this shit, it's not funny. I work for such ass pains of the year. you can't imagine. you know what's worse about someone who is demanding, someone who is demanding in a nasal way. oh please. get over yourself. fuck.fuck.motherfuck.

indian motorcycle

I think I want one, but from the early thirties or the 20's. what a fabulous bike. they are so vintage and camp...

shoes

I bought the most fabulous pair of shoes today for my sister's wedding. I can rock these big time. they border ugly and camp all at the same time. the outfit I got for the wedding--- oh please, it's so 5x5 ugly. whatever, I don't care. I never have to look at these photos a day in my life.

Scrapbook et al.

so what the fuck? scrapbooking? there are conventions for these types of crafts. and crafts? I mean who does crafts. "Oh, you're so crafty." what a horrible thing to say to someone. why don't you just call me a plastic ice cube, coke drinking triple wide ho. honestly. I just don't get the phenomenon at all. "let's scrapbook." you know what, get yourself a nice leather photo album and instead of yuching it up with a bunch of queer ass stickers, fly in a few photos and call it a day. it's just so poor -- you know? those who struggle financially don't need to add insult to injury. I read lisa welchel's new journal entry. apparently, she's submitting to jc re: her weight. if god wants her to be 120 pounds or 200 pounds, she doesn't care. it's all about the lord and what he wants. OK. I don't pawn my weight problems off on jc. If I'm gonna have a yachna with the man, believe me, I'm gonna hock him about much bigger issu

why bother?

so, teri hatcher just revealed she was sexually abused as a child. how very, redbook-book-deal-90's of her.