Operation Just Got Home:
coat off: check! bra off: check (and tossed at cats)! shoes off: check! pants off: check! dance off!
should i use something else other than photoshop/imageready to make ridiculous interwebs gifs? or just stick with what works for now to make hilarity/kitten pictures?
so much pie!
pi day was a rousing success. of course now we have tons of leftover pie to devour this week. nom nom nom!
did anyone else think the “slow jamz” in teen witch during the “romantical” moments sounded a lot like cheap ass softcore porn music? i mean, i played the sax in high school, but even i think it can sound hella sleazy sometimes, too. also, when tom cruise lite takes her through the woods and wilderness to the abandoned house for makeouts, um…that’s some creepy...
this is probably going to earn him a blowjob
the boy is clearly bucking for best boy ever
or something. he got me an edible arrangement, he fetched the laundry from downstairs last night, and he hasn’t even made fun of me once for my shameful addiction to skins. because, it is a completely ridiculous show but i looooooooves it. or i did, until last night. jeez. between the season 4 finale of dexter and this damn episode of skins…god damn.
THE BOY GOT ME AN EDIBLE ARRANGEMENT!
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT SKINS WHAT THE FUCK?!
man, british tv commercials are weird
it's my anniversary!
exactly one year ago today i was just coming out of surgery at BIDMC, it was one of the greatest days of my life. why would a day under the knife at a hospital be so great? well, admittedly, going to the hospital and all the prep and waiting and general hospital smells and noises and anesthesia and recovery wasn’t that fantastic. i was pretty achey and out of it all day, but you know what was...
not so sweet cupcakes
i should know better than to ever a.) go to harvard square b.) buy anything in harvard square c.) have any expectations but the absolute lowest for harvard square. really, i should. but no, i went to sweet in search of cupcakes and so far? DISAPPOINTMENT! blueberry pancake — that was not real buttercream that was colored, sugared…crisco? i don’t even know what, but NO. also...
I just wish I knew someone who lived in a place...
stevemcqueef: so I could bother them at all times of the day, demanding that they open the door or else I’ll tell everyone who walks in this building that in 2-R, Rossi, you are nothing but a who’ah. hah! my building has a buzzer. i feel like buzzing my neighbors now…
i should have a party
or celebrate or something. tomorrow makes one full year entirely baby free. aka, my sterilization anniversary. that sounds weird, right? “sterilization” sounds so damn…sterile. i gots mah t00bs tied, yo! (is true!) there ya go…that sounds better. i should dress fancy and maybe wear a miss america style sash. or a fancy hat. and be all wearing underwears that say...