Sometimes in the Mooooey Thigh, people take themselves really seriously. I, do not. Case and point. We wanted some intense “fight photos” and these are the results.
Mortal combat ain’t got nothin’ on me.
Umm, they don't call you a gansta at all.
Ask me anything
May 6, 2011
March 1, 2011
Reason #57,821 Why I Am Perpetually Single
So I’ve decided that my parents, especially my dad, has entertained my love for all things absolutely and utterly ridiculous because it is a covert means of keeping their beloved daughter celibate for life. By celibate I mean no romantic poetry, no secret glances, and absolutely definitely not any small minuscule remote chance of a physical contact in any size, shape, or form with a member of XY-sporting humans.
I applaud them for their deviousness as I am the singular soul to who the finger (coincidentally, my finger) can be pointed at. Well done, dear parents, well done.
Confused? Allow me to supply photographic evidence of my most recent non-chemical birth control:
TIGER PAWS!!!!!!!!!!! Gifted to moi from my little bro. He knows me all too well.
But just because you have tiger paws, it doesn’t make life any easier…
But they do provide superlative grip when you want to drink some hot tea.
I am willing to wager quite a large sum of money that in 20 years time I will have accumulated copious more amounts of necessarily useless treasures, I will still have glow-in-the-dark stars on my bedroom ceiling, Backstreet Boys’ Millennium album will still be playing in “my” car, and I will still be doing this in a wolf pack of one. SA-WEET.
February 15, 2011
Note to Self - What. The. Fudge.
There is the occasional moment that I think I have been blessed with the brain of Leonardo Da Vinci. Then there are the moments which, without fail, always follow the former and remind me that I am indeed, not, a descendant of some Italian virtuoso.
Par example, the screen shot featured above.
I can distinctly remember that I enjoyed the song that was booming at extremely insane decibel levels, I can distinctly remember sipping on my usual poison, I can distinctly remember that I needed to remember to listen to this song again. I remember that I took this note and I remember realizing the next day that it was absolutely pointless because “Lalallalala” is not the name of song but what the song sounded like in my head.
QED.
