I'm Not Done Yet!


I'm wildly in love with this image. I found it on Abduzeedo. It's so vinty dream, isn't it?!


What a fuckin' week. I didn't know where to throw myself. By Tuesday, fucking Tuesday (do you believe?!), bridges seemed doable. I felt like someone was living up my ass and building cities with overcrowded highways filled with speeding drivers. I'm so glad it's over. My new website is up. HOWEVER, I'm trying to get a fly designer to give it a jhush. Will keep yas posted and give yas the URL when it's bettah.

Lewchie sent me the cover for AAM edition three last week and it is so fucking hot and sexy, it took my wig off, yo. Here's the dish on the third installment, it's going to be off the mothah' fuckin' hook.

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Eebie said…
You go girl and you keep goin', I luv ya honey...I'm inspired by your drive to make it happen. (Stay away from bridges sweetie, ok...?) Hugs and kisses and all the other things ya need...back rubs for the stress, cocaine when you need the energy, and vodka when you want ot let loose. I'm here for ya.
7:44 PM
Anonymous said…
That image is a tad 'christo', Innit? I mean really!
We got an annunciation going on here and there are fucking shell fish in an evil palindrome. And don't get me started on the Hieronymous Cunt symbolism

"...I felt like someone was living up my ass..."

Nu?
No 'G' spot there then?

But the angel Gabriel said unto her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favour with god. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name jesus. He will be great and will be called the son of the most high. The lord god will give him the throne of his father David,and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end."
9:29 AM
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