Friday, November 30, 2007

In case....

.....anyone was wondering what to get me for Christmas........

I mean, it totally takes you back to your childhood, right? It would just be soooo cozy.... sigh.

Click here, silly! To see what I'm talking about!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

I wish I was him.

I am SO freaking jealous of this little boy. You have NO idea.

Then I made these!!!

These are dedicated to Thupancic, Dark_Osprey, Sebastian Budderhor (sp?) and Scotty Fergusen.



I made this!

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Dedicated to my big brothers.

Funny Pictures
moar funny pictures

I miss youse guys. Kinda. ;-)

Friday, November 16, 2007

Stupid Stuff Makes Me Happy

funny pictures
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Monday, November 12, 2007

One Is The Loneliest Number

Poompy has been working for the last 11 days straight and we had to cancel our Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving Party that I've so been looking forward to. It's horrid. 

On the flip side - without Poompy around I pretty much stop eating. Today I bought my Very First pair of size 1 jeans. I look totally hot in them.

I might be lonely, but at least I'm skinny.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

This might ruin your day.

This made me cry. Really. Just Awful.

Didn't their mothers teach them manners?

I was on the C heading uptown today and the assface sitting across from me kept sneezing and coughing, really loudly, which, you know, fine, he's got a cold, but what's his excuse for not covering his mouth? For coughing and sneezing and spraying his saliva all over the people around him? Was he raised by cows? Cows don't have hands, they can't cover the mouths. PEOPLE DON'T HAVE THAT EXCUSE. Even though it felt like he was intentionally spreading his germs, I would have look passed it had he not also been hocking up loogies onto the floor of the train after every third cough.

This afternoon a woman came into the spa and stood at my desk, leaning over me, and started coughing all over me. She also did not put her hand over her mouth, but let her mucousy spittle spray all over my face and neck. I jumped backwards to get away from her and she screeched out in her old-lady-probably-been-smoking-for-50-years voice, "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I don't have a cold. That's just a tickle in my throat." Then she proceeded to cough all over me some more.

THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN IN LOS ANGELES.

Friday, November 02, 2007