Archive for September, 2009
Just for fun. This is classic.
Not for the easily offended.
GET ME A CHICKEN SAMMICH…..AND SOME WAFFLE FRIES
Filed under: Uncategorized | 4 Comments
Everyone who knows me knows this:
I don’t buy skirts and it takes a miracle special occasion for me to wear a dress.
Not in the habit of wearing leg baring items. Today though, I am wearing a skirt. Don’t mind the fact that it’s the only skirt, amongst a closet of work slacks, I own [...]
Filed under: Im wearing a skirt did hell freeze over | 4 Comments
I’m so tired of this shit. Nobody ever ends up together. What the fuck is the point?
Can we have some reality TV that actually has a REAL ending that follows the program title? Spare me.
It should be written into the contract that the winner MUST get married within 6 months of being chosen otherwise they [...]
Filed under: for the love of shows are a bunch of crap | 2 Comments
Surreal news…
The douche bag I dated for almost 2 years was in a fatal motorcycle accident last night. As much as I despised him and did my best to erase every memory of him that I had, the fact remains that he was my best friend for a long time before we fell out.
My heart goes [...]
Filed under: I dated a douchebag for almost 2 years, helmet | 2 Comments
I can’t…
Tell an entire story, or a joke for that matter, without laughing at some point and subsequently stopping not completing it, leaving everyone wondering why the hell I’m laughing my ass off and if I’ve reached the climax of the story.
Remember Birthdays for the life of me.
Drink regular milk, it must be chocolate [...]
Filed under: useless tidbits about me that you will waste 5 minutes of your life reading | 4 Comments
…and one time in D.C.
I don’t pride myself on being the most straightforward person in the world. Quite honestly I’m not. I beat around the bush more often than I should and I use avoidance as my safety blanket. Esq and BK can attest to my knack for avoiding touchy, extremely personal, and/or subjects that make my palms sweat [...]
Filed under: ...and one time in D.C., Dude where's my car I can't remember where I parked, How long does it take before you get on my nerves, I can't stand men that have to brag about how much they make and what they own, My High School friend is crazy and almost drove off the OB pier | 3 Comments
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