Friday, April 8, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Wow, day 3 of blogging, its like I'm on a roll or something. So there is this thorn in my side. Her name is...well lets not get into that, we'll just call her Suck. Any who, Suck has been terrorizing me for....well since the begining of this year. Suck is weak, a weak individual who has made it her mission in life to ruin all my fun. You see, here at BU I have a posse. A gang of of sorts. Suck has found that my little group of amigos is some how threating her well being and she must do everything in her power to make all of our fun fly out the window. You see there is no happiness around Suck, only rot and decay. Now, I am not saying our loathsome friend, Suck, is a bitch, no quite the opposite, if she were a bitch I would probably like her more for it; but instead she is unbearably submissive, autophobic nuissance that wont seem to go away. So, as Queen Bitch I say....
OFF WITH HER HEAD!!!!!!!Alright, now that that is out of the way. What else can I talk about? I mean you're already here, why not ramble a bit. I feel the need to dress up a bit today. To take a risk and be a little strange, but I have yet to decide how. Brooch perhaps, vest or scarf; the possiblities for fashion oddities and absolute fabulousness is a little frightening. The need to be eccentric is sometimes overwhelming.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
What is it about a blog that appeals to me? Is it the ability to convey thoughts and emotions through the written word; my sadistic need to force my sometimes irrelevant ramblings down you, the readers throats? No, I think its voyeurism. Yes, voyeurism.
Kinda like this...
You as a reader of my blog are a Peeping Tom. Peering through my keyhole, watching me behind the curtain, climbin in my window, snatchin my people up. My life or my thoughts are like a drug for you insane people. Now, thats not to say I don't appreciate the you reading my psychotic dribble, I get off on it as much as you do. This blog is my drug of choice, I'm Whitney Houston and you bitches are my crack.
Crazy fer yo drugz
On a side note, why can't this happen to me?
You see Kurt, looking all upset and hurt that Blaine is singing to some shaggy headed looking hippy. That always happens to me. Everyone wants to sing to the shaggy haired hippy. Why is he so great? What did he do, other than have hair that is shaggy?
Any who, hope you enjoyed yourself.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I almost forgot I had this....any who for the last two weeks my life has been completely devoted to Skin of Our Teeth...and by completely devoted I mean its made me its bitch. I run projections, which means pushing a button, but everything that made my job not soul devouring has been taken away from me, so I'm forced to watch the play every single night! It's like that time where all Marshall and Ted where in the Fiero and all they could listen to was I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)Yeah, it's exactly like that.
On a side note, as anyone seen Rihanna's new video? That bitch as lost her damn mind, runnin around talkin about how "sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me" excuse me Miss Rihanna but that makes you a sex freak.Anyways...what was I saying? Oh yeah Skin of Our Teeth. I think I am done with that topic. lets discuss the Ugg boot, t-shirt and tight combination that I have been seeing around campus. First of all the Ugg boot went out with the OC...remember that show, a bunch of attractive people doing ridiculous things that evidently only happen to good looking "kids" in California.
Any who, Rachel Bilson wore them with Daisy Dukes in an episode and now everyone and their frickin mom thinks its okay to traipse around lookin like a fool.
Bitch looks dumb.
Thats all I've got for now,buh bye.