Okay, so. I got tired of my Blog looking so, well, STANDARD. When I set this thing up, I did it quick, fast, and in a hurry with no thought toward the overall look of the thing. I just wanted to write a blog. I didn't worry about making it pretty.
In MY opinion, it's pretty now. Yes, it's pink. It's PINK. PIIIINNNNKKKK!! Sue me, I like Pink. Besides, how disarming is the word "Fuck" amongst all this Pinkiness?? See?? You didn't even see it coming. Okay, you've been here before so maybe you were looking for it. Maybe it will disarm the Newbies.
Anyways, tell me what you think. Too much?? Too little?? Totally nailed it??
I really wanna know. I won't call you a Fuckwad or anything. I promise.
Basic rambling rants about some of the stuff I see, hear,& do in my daily life.
Showing posts with label No planning skills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label No planning skills. Show all posts
Friday, March 2, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
My Tiara & Crime
Okay, so. TWH & I have recently discovered the show "The Finder". We're in the middle of a marathon today. This one episode has a chick who is a criminal and wears big ol' angel wings EVERYWHERE. I look over at TWH & ask "Who wears angel wings everywhere they go if they're living a life of crime??" TWH mumbled something about my Tiara in reply. I countered with "My Tiara would totally HELP me with a life of crime. It certainly wouldn't be what kept me from escaping through an air vent. My fat ass and my inability to run very far would prohibit my escape. NOT my Tiara!! My Tiara would help me escape. I could use the sparkly-ness of my Tiara to blind a motherfucker. Angel wings, huge & easy to spot. Tiara:1 Angel Wings: 0.
Argument. Totally. Won.
Argument. Totally. Won.
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