(Left to right: My Bro, Me and My Sis)
Once sweatshirts and blue jeans…
now suits and ties.
Once hitting boys on the playground…
to hitting on boys at the bars.
Once dreams were larger than life…
now you have priorities and goals.
You couldn’t wait to grow up…
and now all you want to do is go back.
On MY soapbox with MY stripper shoes.
They are all MINE.
Back before the second millennium, I took a photography course in college. You know, when actual film had to be put in cameras and a “negative” was not just a bad point in someone. The assignment was shadows, but let’s face it, you can’t have shadows without the sun.
I’ve been a bad blog girl: I’ve neglected some of my legitimate commenters. I checked my spam and found all kinds of wonderful comments from some great folks. I would like to take the opportunity now to respond to some of them.
POST: If it stumbles like a drunk and slurs like a drunk, it might be a drunk. (Part 1)
- Comment from Web Hosting Site: This site doesn’t render appropriately on my iphone 4 – you might wanna try to fix that Me: Thanks for stopping by, but it’s not my
fucking fault you can’t work your iPhone 4 when sober or intoxicated. I’m not part of the Geek Squad and I’m not going to fix your problem.
- Comment from Credit Site: I own a condition in this subject. If anyone might help myself and then make sure you contact us ME: It’s pretty damn clear you “own” the “drunk fuck” condition. I have no doubt. Dude, don’t waste you time trying to help yourself or ask someone to do it for you. If you are as drunk as it seems, that little soldier is not going to salute tonight. There will be no contact, but thanks for stopping by my site.
POST: Clarification to: “Making an appearance……” post
- Comment from Isabella ??: I believe this came about due to the fact that when I was a small child I lived with my mother, grandfather and disabled grandmother Me: You caught me. I’m sorry Isabella, but you’re right. I’ve held this post in for a long time, but when I found out you lived with your mother, grandfather and your sickly disgusting disabled grandmother as a child…..well, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. If it takes a small post about sex that works to take the focus off your childhood neediness, then sobeit.
POST: Weekly Photo Challenge: Self-Portrait
- Comment from Wyatt ??: This kind of person is a bit like the sheep at a zoo we all know it�� s there, we can see it, but we really don�� t care to interact with it. Me: I’d like to thank you for stopping by, but you’re a real ass. It’s clearly a mask you idiot. Go piss on someone else’s parade and learn how to use the damn keyboard for more than just scratching your ass.
POST: My New Year Realization
- Comment from Colon Cleanser: I’m young on here, I thrash this website I repossess It pretty constructive and it is forced me to be out a whole lot. I determination be accomplished to develop & aid other users prefer it has helped me Me: Are you threatening me? Do you work for WordPress? My credit card is good, so I’m pretty sure you can’t repossess my damn site. AND…You better not do some hacker shit and thrash it either. Sorry my blog has traumatized you to the point of having to leave your computer and go out, but I constructed it that way. I can’t even begin to understand your last sentence. I imagine your cleanser is working and it’s a little hard to type the right words when you are exploding on the “john”. Stop back by when you aren’t cleaning your insides, but wash your hands first.
Simply Can’t Be Done
By My Very Simple Family
Which Is Simply Infuriating
These tasks of three….
How simple could they be?
So….This is totally my style, but perhaps not what WordPress was looking for when they created this challenge. Sorry, but I can’t help myself.