It’s so fucking hot in here. Something is broken (Again) and so like, tough titties for the underpaid, no respected fucktards who labor here. It’s something like 80 fuckedy degrees and my fingers are so puffy and swollen I literally can’t get my wedding ring off. (I attempted taking it off so I could lotion [...]
Ok, I’m a little obsessed with Paul Bettany right now, so I’m reading the IMDB message board and it’s literally killing me. My favorite is the thread entitled, “So F’ing HOT” where various ladies and gents express how much they are or are not willing to “hit that.” Awesome.
So, I started exercising again on Monday night. I got some new sneaks to inspire myself, as if I needed any more inspiration than the 15 lbs. I’ve gained since the wedding. But, oh well. It’s back on. It’s you and me gut! It’s you. and me.
Kid Rock and Scott Stapp (of Creed fame) get blow jobs from “hot girls” together in front of a camera.If you’ve binged lately and need a real purge fantasy I highly suggest watching the 45 second preview of this opus.
Well, then a) you’re a sicko pervert and b) you should spend the rest of your day on Craigslist. It is 9:38 on a Friday morning in Salt Lake City, Utah. I haven’t written all week and I have no excuse, dear reader, other than to say I’ve been filling my time with stress filled [...]
Yesterday I did something kind of naughty. I can’t really tell you the reason that it’s naughty or funny, because it would involve the blogging no-no of talking about work. But, I will say that the irony in my applying for three different jobs yesterday, of all days, was not lost on me.I requested about [...]
If you’re like me and watching football is the equivalent to having Fitty Cent rim your butthole with his platinum, diamond encrusted teeth…then you probably spent most of yesterday ferreting around, doing little projects, trying not to insult your husband, but also making sure you don’t validate or encourage his football watching habits either. Poor [...]
‘Cos there’s just an empty spaceAnd there’s nothing left here to remind me,Just the memory of your faceTake a look at me now,‘Cos there’s just an empty spaceAnd you coming back to meIs against all odds and that’sWhat I’ve got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around,Turn around and see me cryThere’s [...]
