aww man! no drunken post! i feel like such a cop-out!
but, seriously, i tried to get as drunk as quickly as humanly possible without hurling. and it didn't work. not enough time. had to leave the party early because one of the friends who came with us, who shall remain nameless (STEVE!), had to get up at 6am for work the next day. gawh, what a loser!
oooohhhh my! so many tattoo wants and so little time...er...money...yeah. now i want to get a tattoo of Petunia, the lovely redhead on my arm so i can make her dance. if you don't know who/what petunia is, then you suck nards, needless to say. all i'm saying is:
"I AM ARTIE! STRONGET MAN, IN THE WORLD!!!!!"
ha ha ha ha ha. ah, fond fond memories. nastalgia is good.
anyway, i was a bad little girl at the party. went on a chain-smoking binge with my mason. at least it was cloves only here people! what else would a fine dame like myself be filling her lungs with??
annddd....lesseee...splurged big time on some clothes today. i figure i can absolve myself of the guilt by saying, "now, witchypoo, you buy books over clothes a million times over, it's time you started acting like the little fashionista you are, deep down inside the icky black well of darkness and tar that is your soul." and then, i felt better. until i turned on We (that wanna-be Lifetime/Oxygen women's channel, except without the whole "oh, i'm a girl, therefore, i am a victim" thing), and lo and behold the gorgeous Kim Basinger captivated me. i caught the tail-end of some sad boo-hoo movie where she's in Africa and she's burying her son. she gives the most moving memorial speech i've ever heard, and i get all teary eyed and think to myself, "i'm such a whore; clothes aren't all that important.."
and, hence, the jewish guilt that i has been ingrained in me since a bonny-wee-one, thanks to my mother (who, btw, isn't jewish but sure fucking acts like it).
ah well,
love and spooge,
Teh Witchbaby
p.s. i'm sure i don't have to apologize for the jewish remarks up there being that i have plenty of jewish friends and am, therefore, not a racist.
but, seriously, i tried to get as drunk as quickly as humanly possible without hurling. and it didn't work. not enough time. had to leave the party early because one of the friends who came with us, who shall remain nameless (STEVE!), had to get up at 6am for work the next day. gawh, what a loser!
oooohhhh my! so many tattoo wants and so little time...er...money...yeah. now i want to get a tattoo of Petunia, the lovely redhead on my arm so i can make her dance. if you don't know who/what petunia is, then you suck nards, needless to say. all i'm saying is:
"I AM ARTIE! STRONGET MAN, IN THE WORLD!!!!!"
ha ha ha ha ha. ah, fond fond memories. nastalgia is good.
anyway, i was a bad little girl at the party. went on a chain-smoking binge with my mason. at least it was cloves only here people! what else would a fine dame like myself be filling her lungs with??
annddd....lesseee...splurged big time on some clothes today. i figure i can absolve myself of the guilt by saying, "now, witchypoo, you buy books over clothes a million times over, it's time you started acting like the little fashionista you are, deep down inside the icky black well of darkness and tar that is your soul." and then, i felt better. until i turned on We (that wanna-be Lifetime/Oxygen women's channel, except without the whole "oh, i'm a girl, therefore, i am a victim" thing), and lo and behold the gorgeous Kim Basinger captivated me. i caught the tail-end of some sad boo-hoo movie where she's in Africa and she's burying her son. she gives the most moving memorial speech i've ever heard, and i get all teary eyed and think to myself, "i'm such a whore; clothes aren't all that important.."
and, hence, the jewish guilt that i has been ingrained in me since a bonny-wee-one, thanks to my mother (who, btw, isn't jewish but sure fucking acts like it).
ah well,
love and spooge,
Teh Witchbaby
p.s. i'm sure i don't have to apologize for the jewish remarks up there being that i have plenty of jewish friends and am, therefore, not a racist.
actually, i don't feel the need for destruction...it's just part of my job. it is cool though...
thanx for the compliment baby
*sigh*