So Yeah … THAT Happened
Mar 14, 2010 Current Events, Etc., Family, Friendship, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked & D Quotables, Yum... or Lack There Of.
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn*
I had an interesting weekend. Tarable was kind enough to let us use her truck for the bazillionth time to go and do and get the crap out of the house on Saturday which was an awesome thing to do. (I cannot WAIT to go car shopping pee ess so I can go do what I want when I want to)
D’s awesome uncle came to visit for a couple of days from California. That man is not only an inspiration but one of the most animated people I have ever met. He had me cracking up from the minute he arrived until he left. It had been a few years since we had seen him.
I enjoy seeing others so excited about where I live. I swear I should double as a Seattle tour guide. I get giddy when I get to show someone something cool about my stomping grounds.
I went to a Tupperware party. Yeah. THAT happened.
It was awesome. Tupperware is fucking AWESOME. What in the crap is up with the level of Tupperware Awesomeness? Why was I not aware of it prior to? I mean, I knew. But I didn’t KNOW. Ya know?
So, being that Tupperware and I share a common interest … AWESOMENESS … I have made the decision to host a party. Where it will go from there …? I dunno but I am gonna see if it works out.
Oh and PS I had some bomb goodies at said party.
I also had a JagerBomb. Yeah. THAT happened too.
I suck at Red Bull. Actually, Red Bull sucks. It is soooo not awesome.
I also witnessed the funniest shit while out.
1) Eyefucking. Why do people eyefuck another person when they are obviously in a relationship? And by obvious, I mean standing right next to the person they are eyefucking? I mean really? And by obvious, I may or may not mean behind the back of the person whom the eyefuck-ee is with.
This goes back to me being classified as “The One” when I am in fact not. I don’t know where you are from but that is grounds for an old school hair pulling beat down.
Look. I have eyefucked with the best of them. I have eyefucked WHILE married, and I know for a fact D has too on several occasions. But I am not the one to be all desperate and blatant and try to eyefuck my way past the bitch you are with. No way no how.
I refuse to be the bitch that MoKenStef sings about. Or sang about. <--- Yeah THAT happened just now.
2) When we went to Dick’s for the late night infamous cheeseburger … An out of towner drunkenly stumbled up to where you order.
(A tid-bit of info here in case you don’t know: Dick’s is a walk up cheeseburger joint in WA state. You have 4 different burgers to choose from. Fries and 3 different kinds of shakes. That’s it. No special orders. Nothin.)
The following conversation happened in front of my face.
Drunk Girl: (to strange dorky guy) “I am drunk and from Chicago. Can you tell me what is good here?”
Me: *Snort*
Dorky Guy: “Uhhh… a cheeseburger?!”
Drunk Girl: “Can I try a bite of yours to see if that is what I want to order?”
Me: (to D) “Is this bitch for real right now?”
D: *shaking head*
Drunk Girl: (Not allowing dorky guy to even say no, takes a monster bite of his cheeseburger)
Me: (to D) “Did she really —?”
D: “She sho did.”
Drunk Girl: “I have had better cheeseburgers. That kinda sucked.”
Yeah. THAT happened. That bitch ate 1/3 of this strange guy’s burger and then clowned it.
And that is that.
How was your weekend?
What two things have you done in your life that you are most proud of?
What feeling do you have the most difficulty expressing?
Tags: jager, red bull, tupperware
An Opportunity to Say Hello.
Mar 7, 2010 Family, Friendship, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
When did I become such a big ball of emotional?
I know, when I realized that 1) I am a grown up and 2) the friends I have mean more to me than I could ever express into words.
I feel like I am consistently reaching out. Phone calls, Voicemails, Texts … Emails … Many of them go unreturned and that is okay. I know that life is busy and that the world doesn’t revolve around me. However, I just want for them to always know that they are loved and thought of by our family. Fact is, we used to have a tight knit group. Our family. Most of them were boys, and as boys do … the revolving door of female counterparts was a frequent one.
Anyway, the tight knit group have since dissipated. Most of them have moved away and started lives with different friends and love interests. I get it. It is rare that what happened 10 years ago will happen 10 years from now and the entire group of friends will grow old together, spend holidays together … have their kids grow up together. What is hard for me to accept is that, in everyone’s lives … the importance of those friendships aren’t that much more important when distance is involved.
Or is it just me?
D and I found out that one of (or so I thought) our closest friends and his wife and daughter came home for a visit this past week. We found out the day that they left. I hate to be this way, but it stung a little bit to know that, after all of these years … we weren’t important enough for a phone call. It doesn’t really matter how long or short the trip was. It doesn’t make a difference to me. If it were me, I would make every effort to include all of the most important people in my life. If it didn’t work out, then fine … but at least they knew that it was important to us to wrap our arms around them … share a laugh … have a drink … break bread. Whatever. Something.
Even just the opportunity to say hello.
I am watching through photographs. Kids are growing and all of these memories are being made. I want to know them. I want their babies to remember me and love me like I love them. But as it stands, I am a stranger to them. That hurts my heart. Especially because my kids have uncles out there … and now nieces and nephews … whom they barely know. Not by blood, but by bond. Bond to me is that much more solid than any blood relation ever could be.
But I guess I cannot expect the world to see things through my eyes all of the time and I sure as hell cannot expect it to give as much of a shit as I do about the people in it whom I care so God damn much about.
Tags: brotherhood, distance, emotional, Family, Friendship
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: True Friendship
Mar 2, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Family, Friendship, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Happy Hump Day folks, and welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
Today, my WeHtW’s post has little to do with me and more to do with my own observations.
The reason why is because I have already flushed my non-true friends down the figurative toilet.
It is hard to let friends go. Especially when you have a history with them. It is hard to swallow the fact that someone who you once thought you would end up an old bitty with … may have a different path than you.
But it is life.
The thing that bothers me the most is when people … adults … behave like children in the friendships.
Judgment
2 faced behavior
Conditions
Unrealistic expectations
Lies
Non existent communication
I could go on forever.
The point is that I have found that rarely (with females specifically) do childhood friendships go the long haul. I know many will argue that my view is not accurate. “I have been friends with SonSo for 2367845 years” blah blah blah.
I get it.
There ARE friendships that have gone the long haul. The difference is that each person in that friendship have grown together in the friendship. Both parties have become adults. And in adulthood, they have grown to accept the other person for all of their imperfections and flaws. It is similar to a marriage. When any relationship goes the long haul, there are kinks and bumps and hiccups.
You don’t just smile through them. Sometimes you knock down drag out whoop each others asses to get through it. Period.
One thing that I will say about each of my TRUE friendships is that each and every one of them have just embraced me for me and I have done the same. It may have taken an argument or 2 to get there … but if we made it through the last 5 years and remained friends … you and I will be lifelong.
I am not a judger. I may fucking loathe whatever the decision is that my friend is making … but you know what? It is not my decision to make. I am gonna love and stand by. I am gonna listen, and you can bet your ass when the bitch finally gets the clue I am gonna tell her about herself on some “I told your ass so” shit when she figures it out for herself. That is what a true friend does.
I am a true friend to my friends. I always will be. But I am not perfect, and I do not expect my friends to be perfect either. Unless awesome = perfect. Because all of my friends are awesome.
I am flaky sometimes. I forget to call you back. I am over extended and sometimes unable to manage my time well. I am selfish sometimes. But there isn’t a time where I would not bend over backwards if my friend needed me to be there. There isn’t a time where I wouldn’t give them my last god damn dollar if I knew my friend needed it more than I did.
It really hurts me to see a friend lose a friend. Almost as much as if I were the one losing the friend myself.
I just wish that each were able to fully step out of their own shoes and into the others. Most of the time, each have valid points in the hurt that they hold in their hearts … but that hurt can be blinding. Blinding to the point that the communication between friends goes down the toilet.
That usually is where The End fits.
I am quite confident that I have closed the book on all of the friendships that were dead weight on my life. It is a good feeling to know that I am finally surrounded by people who get it and me.
What are your thoughts on friendship?
Have you kept any friends from childhood? Are they more friends or acquaintances?
If you could be a crayon, What color and Why?
Tags: Friendship, high school, honesty, love, truth
Attitude Schmatitude
Feb 28, 2010 All Things Charli, Current Events, Family, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, bitch
Hellooooooo o o o Monday! Hello new month! Hello friends!
First and foremost, check out the new links on my side bar. There are new Buy Stuff links and a couple of new blog links. 
So there is a great deal going on in the world of Wicked. For the most part, all is great. I was finally able to get my contract scanned and sent over to XoXo Publishing. It took a minute to get the time together and my damn scanner working so I kinda started to panic like they might want to take it away because I freaking procrastinated. *phew*
So that is done. *squeeeee*
I don’t know what this means though. Like, what is the next step? What do published authors actually do?!
Anyway, I hit a huge goal at work this last month. I am still a tad in disbelief that I did it; you know, going back to the whole scared of success business I go through every day. I am getting better at believing each and every day.
What this has done for me is afewfold.
Every month I feel more invested in our team. It’s crazy but we are a bunch of vulgar and inappropriate nerds and we all (for the most part) click together. When we are on, we are hot. Anyway, as I wes saying … as I get more invested, I get more team territorial. Meaning, when someone is acting like an asshole … I take it kinda personally.
I am not a fan of bad attitude. Like bad attitude where you are your only concern and everyone else can fuck off. Where you try and act as if you are above everyone else, to the point where it is borderline disrespect. The way I roll is that I am all in. If I am going to spend the bulk of my day away from the 3 most important people in my life, I am not going to half-ass it or disrespect it. And I don’t think that anyone else should either. Mainly because it affects me too when you are a fucking beeyotch.
Attitude is everything. It makes and breaks … and the line that attitude teeters on to either make or break … is a fucking thin one.
I don’t like this “I am better than you attitude” in my presence. It makes me want to chicken choke a bitch.
This is my stance on it:
If you think you should be running the show, and you are not … maybe that is for a reason.
If you need to name drop to make yourself feel better … maybe you should find an alternative soothing method.
If you cannot spend an extra 10 minutes of your important little life in order to be a part in a really awesome moment with a really awesome team … maybe you should find a new job.
Maybe … just maybe … you should look up the definition of team and then see if you can comprehend exactly what in the hell it means to be a contributor on it.
In other news, Charli’s blatant refusal to use the potty has since had a turn around. She has officially stopped freaking the hell out every time we bring it up. Now, when I ask … she goes. The next step is getting her motivated to tell us, without us having to ask her eleventy million times an hour.
Annnnnnnnd today she pooped! For the first time! YAY!
Other than that, I have got nothin’. Nothin’ but a new month where I am going to work my ass off to hit my goals. I have my eyes on the prize and I am ready to make it consistent achievement every single month.
What is new with you?!
If you could be famous (a household name), what would you like to be famous for?
If you could go back to any moment in history, where would you go?
Tags: attitude, integrity, potty training, team, team work, territorial, work
YGWM & Friday Eye Candy
Feb 25, 2010 All Things Charli, All Things X, Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Family, Friday Eye Candy, Friendship, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Ranteriffic, This Thing Called Marriage., You've Got Wicked Mail
Happy Friday!!!!!!!!
You know the drill … purge your week out here in open letter form so you can go thoroughly enjoy your weekend!
Dear Sex,
I love you. I missed you.
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Dear Charli,
I am so proud of you for potty-ing, even though you really are fighting it. You are growing up so fast, and as much as I want you to stay my little baby bear Charli face … it is a necessary evil.
I love you.
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Dear Self,
See!? You pulled it off! You walk in the door every day and fight with your own self about having the ability to pull a big deal off, and you fucking killed it.
42K? Really!? That is insane and motherfucking awesome. Now just remember that you can on every call and they will buy something. Because they will.
Stop being your own worst enemy. Knock it the hell off.
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Dear You,
I hate your face. I really really do.
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Dear Friends,
You rocked my world last weekend. Like, ROCKED it. I will never ever forget that. Thanks for being such amazing people. I am constantly floored at the fact that so many people in my life are so god damned amazing. It is something that was sparse for a long long time, and to be surrounded by so many great people is awe inspiring.
I love you all. EXCEPT FOR YOU.
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Dear D,
I am so proud of you for coming home and rocking it. You are a great dad and you are the glue that holds our entire household together. I wish you were more aware of it.
We are gonna tackle the obstacles in front of us. Alllllllllll of them. And in the end, our family will be that much stronger than before.
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Dear Xavier,
Please please please get it together. I just want to love you. I just want to spend time with you. I miss my good little man so much that it hurts my heart to have this dynamic with you.
If you think that this is what I want our relationship to be you are high.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
You 2 are my hero’s. I love you so much.
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Dear Verizon Employee Bitch,
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you.
You obviously do not have a clue. You must think that 1) I am the fucking ONE (which I am not) 2) that you are soooooooooooo fucking collections smart (which you arent) and 3) that I am not going to get over on your fucking stupid scripted ass.
I know all of the tricks. ALL OF THEM. I bet I get my way.
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Dear Collectors,
Watch when you call my phone and the VM is now for Alicia. Alicia = I will pay you when I have the money so stop motherfucking calling me 234645768654756098-=754 times a day.
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Dear Motivation and Will Power,
You need to get it together. You have come this far to not fuck it all up and gain some weight back. 15 pounds to go. THAT IS IT. Just handle biz and fucking own the final stretch.
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And for some eye candy… Julian McMahon …
Annnnnnnnnd … Salma Hayek
Your turn. Do it.
Tags: Friday Eye Candy, julian mcmahaon, salma hayek, YGWM
Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s: My 9 Year Old
Feb 23, 2010 All Things X, Current Events, Family, Parenting, Ranteriffic, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
Welcome to Whatever Happened to Wednesday’s!
Don’t worry, my child is not literally missing. Figuratively though … I cannot for the life of me find him anywhere.
Let me explain. Since the bringagoddamnpornomagtoschoolandgiveittohisfriend incident, Xavier has continued to act a fool at school as well as at home, lying about the stupidest fucking shit imaginable and has been suspended 2 more times.
Right?!
He has told liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies. From “the garage just smells like something is burning, I didn’t burn anything”
when he really found a lighter and was fucking around in the garage to “my hair is just like this” when he really used a beard trimmer to shave his head partially because he “didn’t like the way his fade was lined up” or maybe how his daily progress report was “all smiles because he had a great day at school” when he really altered it so he wouldn’t get into trouble at home.
So when I asked him to write a letter to the teacher to apologize for forging the fucking progress report, he had the audacity to say the following:
“I was really shooting for all smiley faces but you gave me 2 straight faces and I didn’t really like that so I changed the straight faces to smiley faces, but what I did not know is that it would be felony: forgery when I did that. I only changed it because my dad said that if I dont get a really really really really good report I would have to run a bunch of laps around my back yard and I really didn’t want to run anymore laps because I was sore enough from running like 150 to 200 laps this last weekend.”
I am dying. I am so happy that he was not awake when I read this because I am literally falling out laughing at his logic.
1. He is not taking A N Y responsibility for the forgery.
2. He is totally blaming D for his forgery.
Fucking seriously? You wanna snitch on your dad? It was MY idea! Yeah his ass ran some laps. 20 laps a pop to be accurate.
I catch you in some shit? Get to running.
6AM? Keep it pushin’ around the backyard.
You wanna half ass your chores? Kick up dust. In the tune of 20 laps.
GO!
Not only that, but he thought it would be appropriate to just pull his pants down and sit in class at his desk with his brown ass out. Then, when he got caught … he tried to act like the teacher was seeing things and then changed his story to be that “his pants and underwear accidentally fell down.” REALLY?! Do I look that fucking stupid?!
But wait! There’s more! 30 minutes after he got caught, he did the SAME shit, mooning some kids while he “acted like he picking up some paper”
Riiiiiiiiiiiight.
Laps. Pushups. Laps. Pushups. Repeat.
Gone are the days of conversation. Gone are the endless surprise ass whoopins. Now– there is no talk, other than “Save your faulty explanation and go run it out.”
So whatever happened to him? Have you seen my 9 year old? The one who was a good kid that I got to actually talk to and spend time with? The one who I didn’t spend most conversations yelling at him?
I miss him. I miss my kid. I really really really really really miss him.
If you had only 24 hours to live, what would you do?
If you could be invisible for a day what would you do and why?
If the whole world were listening, what would you say?
Tags: creative parenting, Parenting, Whatever Happened to? Wednesdays
Okay … Okay … You Got Me!
Feb 21, 2010 Family, Friendship, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
Many of you who read this probably already know that Friday night was a planned surprise party to congratulate me on my recent accomplishment.
Having my book picked up by a publishing company (as I have said before and will say eleventy million times more I am sure) is hands down the biggest success of my life professionally. To date anyway.
If you were not privy to the information made public to everyone BUT me … and when I say everyone … I mean everrrrrrrryone. (You know who you are.) Tarable and Mrs. Good planned a surprise shindig. These beezos kept it from me for 2 whole weeks. D kept it from me for 2 whole weeks. Work people kept it from me for 2 whole weeks. And Tarable and I work together. I cannot even imagine keeping a 2 week secret from her.
They pulled it the fuck off. I officially give her the gangsterist best friend award and Mrs. Good the awesomeist best friend award.
So anyway, I got got. When I walked into the door, I was literally confused as to what was going on. Once I realized, I retracted back to my porch, door closed. WTF!
I got GOT!?!?!?! Me!? Really?! People don’t get me! I am always in the know, dammit! (i.e. the shit that is going through my head on my porch the 15 seconds prior to cussing Tarable out for being the co-contributor in my getting got in the first place.)
So I went back inside. And I was surrounded by about 20 people who I love and who love me back. My mom and dad came. My father in law … my boss and his awesome wife … who I consider to be great friends of mine. I knew that I was supported, but to walk into that amount of love was both overwhelming and fucking flat out amazing.
Amazing. No one has ever done anything like that for me before. I was, still am and will always be deeply touched.
The best part was that even though for many it was the first time each had met one another, they all laughed and dance and acted a fool as if they were all long lost friends. That made me feel really really great.
I am still in disbelief that I got GOT!
Damn you sneaky bitches! This means war!
I joke. What I really mean is … Thank you all for being such amazing and supportive friends. I love you all more than you know.
And … it means WAR!!!!!!! *grin*
Would you rather catch your parents having sex or have your parents catch you having sex?
Would you rather date a “Mr. Fix-It” or a “Fantastic Cook.”?
Tags: Submissive Confessions, surprise party, war, would you rather
YGWM & Friday Eye Candy
Feb 19, 2010 All Things X, Family, Friday Eye Candy, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, You've Got Wicked Mail, bitch
Yo! Yo! Yo! It is that time again! Purge your week’s in open letter format so that you can go and enjoy your weekend!!!
Dear Sex,
2 more days and you will be mine.
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Dear Bitch,
If I could tell you about yourself and have it make a difference… I would. You are the most evasive, non confrontational bitch I have ever met. I am glad I am not your friend because it would be a waste.
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Dear OTHER Bitch,
Really? Now? You just pop back in all nonchalant like? It doesnt work that way. Sorry. There is a lot of proving to do in order for there to be any sort of relationship.
Now is the time to grow up and stop being so motherfucking selfish and self absorbed.
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Dear Tarable,
Thank you for being my best friend. You make me smile and I know that we are life partners. I love you.
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Dear You,
What is YOUR fucking excuse? God you drive me fucking crazy.
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Dear New Guy,
It felt amazing jacking you for your scrilla. Don’t leave money on the table in this department because you will get smashed like Danger smashed the homie.
I take great pleasure in it and will continue to make your life a silent treatment side comment to your face living hell until you crack like the little bitch that you are.
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Dear Girls Trip,
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Dear Xavier,
I am trying to understand your logic. I am trying to get how you continuously lie and avoid responsibility and pull the most random and inappropriate shit on a regular basis.
I am trying to love you.
I am trying to pull our little family together … and every time I do … you are fucking up to the point where I cannot even stand the sight of your face.
What am I missing here? What haven’t I taught you? Why would you rather be in trouble than be a positive contributor to this family? I miss you so fucking much that it hurts but I refuse to reward your behavior time and time again.
You do not have to act like this. I am going to give you good attention if you will just knock it the fuck off and let me do it.
Please. Please stop this behavior.
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And for some Friday Eye Candy!
Hayden Christensen..
Ms. Kat Von D…
Alright … your turn. Let it go. Get it out. Tell a bitch allllllllll about themselves!!!
Tags: Friday Eye Candy, hayden christensen, kat von d, open letter
TMIThursday: Daaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaad!
Feb 17, 2010 Family, TMI Thursday's
Welcome to TMIThursday! Give it up to Lilu for making all of the throwing up in our mouths on a weekly basis possible. DO IT.
So I am tired and I forgot to ask someone to guest post for this week. (read: please email your guest TMIT posts with pics if you are picky to wickedcourtni@gmail.com) So this is going to be short and disturbing.
(For me anyway.)
Anyway … if you are under a rock or new to my life … you may not know that my book was just picked up by a publishing company a week or so ago. I am pretty sure I am fucking ecstatic about it. I may or may not do a dance by myself when I think about it.
It may or may not be the best God Damned thing that has happened in my life … as far as professional accomplishments go.
So my mom is on my FB. My parents are the raddest, most open minded hippie parents a girl could ask for. When she read the post about it (yeah I know I am a horrible daughter for not calling them to tell them.) she freaked out and told my dad and whomever else she came across I am sure. …
…. and she calls me ….
Mom: “Tell me about this publishing deal!”
Me: *insert Charlie Brown teacher voice of me telling her*
Dad: “Well you know I am going to have to read it, right?”
Mom: *giggling*
Me: “Errr…”
Dad: “You are my daughter! I have to read it! You are a published author!”
Mom: *dying laughing*
Me: “Dad.”
Dad: “I will read it at work tomorrow!’
Me: “I really don’t think that is a good idea.”
Dad: “What is the worst that could happen? I get a woody and am unable to get up from my desk!?”
Me: “DAD!!!!!!!!”
Mom: *snort*
Dad: “I am reading your work. Period.”
Me: “Gah. Finnnnnnneeeeeeeee. I just do not need to hear about your wood.”
Dad: “Well if you don’t hear about it … how will you know what I thought?”
Me: “What do you judge a book by your boner?! FUCKIDONTWANTTOTALKABOUTTHIS!”
Dad: “Maybe I do.”
Me: “Then I dont care what you think. Keep it to yourself.”
Fast forward to me telling D of the mortification involving my dad’s wood…
D: *lauging* “Well you do know that there was wood involved in creating you.”
Me: “FUCKING SERIOUSLY?!?!?!”
D: *laughing harder* “I am just saying.”
Me: *covering my ears* “LALALALALALALALALALALA”
The end. I am officially damaged.
Would you rather forget who you were or who everyone else was?
Would you rather kiss a jellyfish or step on a crab?
YGWM & Friday Eye Candy
Jan 28, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, DUH, Family, Friday Eye Candy, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Ranteriffic, You've Got Wicked Mail, bitch
Hello! Happy Friday! Without further ado, I shall open the floor for some much needed open letters.
Dear New Guy,
If you keep that attitude up, I promise you won’t last. When a person says hello to you, it might behoove you to fucking acknowledge them. Especially being that you are the new guy. The rookie. The green one. I don’t know and really don’t care if you worked here before or know someone who works here. We are family on this team. Find the place in it where you fit or get the fuck on.
Word?
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Dear Fucking Douchebag,
I am beyond disgusted with what you did to my friend. I am almost positive that I have never known of a more fucked up situation where a supposed friend takes complete advantage in a time of grief. You are going straight to motherfucking hell for this.
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Dear Charli,
I had a crappy day and making silly faces with you made me feel so much better.
I love you.
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Dear Courtni,
You need to get it together. Seriously. This lack of confidence is fucking bullshit and furthermore, it isn’t YOU to not have any. What is wrong with you? Figure it the fuck out already before I slap the shit out of you.
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Dear Arch Enemy,
Everywhere I go, I am convinced we will meet face to face again. Then the communication between yours and mine on a more frequent basis nails yet another in the coffin of what is going to happen.
This time though, there will be no bitch moves. Nope. What is going to happen is that you are going to get yours for the fakeness that you are. Your fake happy little life is about to get revealed. I cannot wait to clown you.
And, once and for all you will be put in your fucking stupid fake place.
Know that.
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Dear Henrysan,
You are hands down the sweetest guy I know. I can’t wait til I am able to spoil you a lil bit like you spoil your friends.
Thanks for being such a great friend to me. I don’t think I tell you enough.
Oh and PeeEss: OPEN EYE! 
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Dear You,
God you are such a moody baby sometimes.
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Dear Fat Girl,
Stop taking over my normal thought process. I DO NOT WANT A CHEESEBURGER. K?
Wicked
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Dear D,
I am so appreciative of you. I hope you know it.
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Dear X,
Please keep up the effort. I know you aren’t perfect … but I am happy to have had no calls from the principal in a week. I love you no matter what but I like you that much more when you aren’t in trouble.
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Now … for the Eye Candy
Jensen Ackles. Who IS this guy? I just started looking for hotties because I am out of ideas and NO ONE HAS SUGGESTED ANY (hinthint) and he popped up. Yum.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Mila Kunis. I <3 her.
Alright ladies and gentleman … you know the drill!
Purge your weeks frustrations in the form of open letters so that you can go and thoroughly enjoy your weekends!
Tags: jensen ackles, mila kunis, POE, work
