‘Scuse Me … I Just Vomited In This Blog.
Aug 29, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, Etc., Fitness Forward, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
Today is as good a day as any to write a blog about things that have been 1) happening 2) not happening and 3) wandering around my thoughts like a transient.
Can you picture a transient with their backpack-on-a-stick in my head? Can ya?
What exactly is today though? Today is Friday. That is it. It is not a special day by any means. It is a Friday just like any other Friday. Instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing which is my job – I am sitting here pondering what this blog will discuss.
(by the time you are reading it though, it could very well be Sunday or Monday … but whatever.)
(Sorry K.A.)
Shit, this blog might turn in to more than one if it gets too lengthy. I may very well word vomit the fuck out of your eyes if I get a wild hair.
Don’t tempt me.
This brings me to my first thought: Should I even still blog here? It doesn’t seem like I have very many people interested in what I have to say anymore. Not that I necessarily blog for people specifically, but the commentary usually consists of 25% real comments 75% spam about a god damn vibrator website or something?
Hmmmmm … Are these spambots trying to tell me something?
Today I am wearing my fat pants. They are jeans that I haven’t worn in over a year because they were falling off of me. Literally. Not today. No way. They are quite fitted today and that actually sent me to tears over it this morning when I was looking in the mirror.
The reason behind me wearing my fat pants today might have a little something to do with the hand-to-mouth issue I have been having lately.
11PM chocolate doughnut in my mouth? Not helping.
Mashed potatoes? Not helping.
I cannot even remember all of the stupid stress/emotional/pitypartyaboutmyfatness eating I have done as of late but because of it I have gone backwards instead of forward. Now my cute clothes clothes don’t fit and I feel like shit.
So here I sit, wearing my fat pants feeling all crappy about it. And as I re-read this last thought, I am like “fuck should I really even write it? It sounds all whiny and pathetic to even be talking about it yet AGAIN. Maybe I should shut up and run my fat ass to the gym more than once in a blue moon.”
Or maybe I will do both.
Just because I fell off the wagon and picked up 10lbs along the way doesn’t mean that I cant catch back up to it and hop on.
Yeah to some it is “only 10lbs” or “you have picked up a little weight, it isn’t a big deal” but it is a lot of pounds and an even bigger deal to me. To me I can feel it from the inside out and I am not a fan. If I could find the central location of said 10lbs and click the dislike button on them I would.
That also means I am now 25 pounds from my goal. Damnit.
Moving on.
I have an opinion about specific people lately that I have spent a lot of energy keeping to myself. It is probably why there has been an absence in my blogs. Because there becomes a point where no matter how unsugarcoated and blunt I am … there is a line where too blunt could cause a rift in other peoples lives who have little to do with any of my opinions. One has to be careful when being blunt as an adult sometimes which I think is bullshit.
What I will say though is that I absolutely despise flakes. I think that Mrs. Good is my #1 advocate on this very subject actually. I am pretty sure that she could go on for hours about it if she had the time. The fact is flakiness = inconsideration for others. I am too old to have this lack of consideration in my life.
This is how non-flakiness is supposed to work:
Friend: “Lets make plans for Tuesday”
Other Friend: “Perfect! Give me a call when you have an idea what time you will be free!”
Friend: “For sure!!
Fast forward to Tuesday. What is supposed to happen is the friend is supposed to call the other friend. Why? Because that friend was the plan initiator. The other friend is the plan recipricator. The other friend goes about their business as any other Tuesday business would go. What actually happens is the friend never calls. Not to confirm or to cancel. The friend just lets the day come and go and thinks that it is okay.
Non-flakes call. They say things like “Man, I am so sorry that I cannot make it. I overbooked myself today. Can we reschedule?” How freaking simple is that? I am just wondering because fuck if people have no clue how to do this simple step.
Furthermore, there comes a point where people need to be held accountable for their actions. I will (reluctantly) be the first to admit when something is my bad. I will (force myself through gritted teeth) to apologize when I am wrong. What I will not do is try and let time pass and act as if just because 2 weeks passed, everything is now okay between me and someone else.
Lets not ignore the elephant in the room people. It is sitting right there. Say “how’d ya do!?” and keep it pushin.
Don’t come at me sideways because I sit on the elephants lap while you do the avoiding responsibility dance. Friend, family, co-worker … I don’t give a fuck. Own your shit. Or stay out of my life.
Ya digg?
Furthermore I would like to say the following to a certain couple of catty bloggers in the ’sphere: “Hate away bitches. Continue on with your high school mean girls ways. What is going to happen is this: You will come to a point where 1) people will get over your clique-y bullshit. 2) You will interact with some adults who will clown you to tears and let you and everyone else catty that is around you know what is up with your bullshit.
The bottom line is this. You may be all power trip queen of your metropolitan area, but you are not queen of the world. Your circle is not that big and I don’t give a fuck how tweet savvy you are. Karma is a bitch. Remember that.
Oh. And also, I really really really really want my long hair back. I am so sick of it being short that I could cry.
On that note, life is alright and I miss blogging but I need some people to make me feel like they want me to keep blogging here. Deal?
Name the one current event that has you fired up (in a good OR bad way) right now.
Go8BeingOverturned! and a random thought.
Aug 4, 2010 Current Events, Friendship, Random, awesomeness
Last night I wrote it wrong. For the record, I am not FOR Prop. 8. I am FOR it being overturned. Sorry for the mistype.
I am fucking ecstatic about the OVERTURNING of Prop. 8.
I normally don’t blog about this kind of shit but I really need to say something about it.
Marriage is not about anything other than 2 people who intend to grow old together.
I don’t give a hot Louisiana fuck about what the Bible says. Sorry. In fact, I think that the Bible is often misinterpreted. In all of the VBS camps I attended as a child, and all of the annual Awana olympics events I ran relays in … never once did anyone tell me that Jesus loved everyone but the gays.
I was told that if you confess your sins and Jesus as your Lord and Savior … then you are forgiven.
What? Except if you are gay and want to get married? Psh. Bullshit.
The Bible, just like any piece of written work passed through history is interpreted differently by different people. Same with religion, politics, my vagina … different perspectives have different perceptions.
I do not think that marriage should have anything to do with religion. Unless you CHOOSE for it to be a part of your own personal ceremony. When standing up in front of my friends and family on my day of wedded bliss … I did not wonder what God was thinking of our union. I was thinking about what D was thinking about as I wiped the tears from his eyes. (yeah he is that guy)
Anyway, as I ramble drunkenly and tiredly … my winded point is simply that I am glad that in one corner of our country that everyone can have a small amount of genuine equality. For once. They can celebrate their love for the other person just the same as I did 9 years ago. They can claim them as dependents and file taxes together. They can have the other pull the plug if they are a vegetable. They can know that if something horrible happened to them, the person they most want to be in control of their estate CAN and WILL be. Just like me and any other person in this country.
I hope that the other states follow suit. Let’s rid this country of as much hate and bigotry as possible. We need to stand together now more than ever if we want to ever survive long enough for our kids to have bright shiny futures.
The End.
(I could have just said “YAY PROP 8!! but I would rather be all profound and shit.)
Random Thought:
Sometimes I need to talk to Squish. Nobody else. Not D, not Tarable … not my mom. Squish. I just need to. What is funny about this is that I have been friends with her for like Idunno 5 years … and we have maybe spoken on the phone 10 times. So when I say “talk” it usually means an email or a text message freaking out about one thing or another.
When she responds, I can hear her. Annunciations, tone changes … all of it. I don’t need to spend time on the phone to receive a piece of advice or to be told about myself. Not with her. She literally knows exactly what to say to me to talk me off the ledge.
I wonder if she knows it.
I wonder if she knows that out of all of my ladies, I relate most to her. That, I turn to her more often than not when I need an ear. I wonder if she knows that she is my center. That I gravitate to her daily, even if it is silently. I wonder if she knows that I am checking on her.
There is nothing against any other of my friends. Those who know me know that I don’t pick favorites.
I just … carry her heart in my heart and when it is off beat I can feel it. There aren’t many people out there that can say that about another person.
What do you not give a hot Louisiana fuck about right now?
Prop 8? Yay or Nay? Why?
Who is that one person you need to talk to sometimes?
I Have an Addiction
Jul 26, 2010 Etc., Random, awesomeness
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd Hello.
It’s been awhile. I know. Don’t lose faith in my ability to pump a daily blog out. It will come back I swear it.
I am so freaking addicted to Craigslist, it isn’t even funny. Specifically: seattle craigslist > for sale / wanted > free stuff
Free! Who doesn’t like free? And even if I don’t see something that minute from refreshing the page that I absolutely must have … I still get a good laugh every once in awhile at the things people post for free.
Like:
Free tampons.
Free toilet, slightly used.
Free cow poop — you haul.
Free fish guts.
Free panties.
Another man’s junk … right? LMFAO.
Anyfree … I have scored some pretty rad stuff for free in the past couple of weeks!
A princess scooter for Charli
A patio set
A craft box with all kinds of goodies
A picnic set still in the box
If you are unaware of it … become aware. In this economy free is the new black and there is probably something out there that you just cannot afford that someone is willing to give up for free.
And I am addicted. To Craigslist as a whole … but the free shat is my favorite.
What is the one thing you cannot get enough of?
Have you scored anything super awesome off of Craigslist?
Tags: craigslist
Pay it Forward, Asshole! & AssRaspberry … etc.
Jul 4, 2010 All Things Charli, Current Events, I WIN!, Random, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, Wicked Wisdoms
Happy Belated Birthday, America! You are an old bitch but I love you.
Did you do anything absolutely EPIC for the holiday? I didn’t do anything absolutely EPIC, but I did spend it with some awesome people which was close enough to epic. 
Unless, you call going down a bouncy house slide because Charli flashed her pretty smile and begged me to go with her … and my dress flying up juuuuuuuuuuuuuust enough to give myself a nice fat raspberry on my ass … Epic.
Only me. I am the only person who’s ass burns all day on the 4th of July and not touch a single fucking firework. Not one. I literally have rug burn on my ass. But from plastic.
Ahh the things we endure for our kids. *ouch*
Anyway … on Friday I was given an odd opportunity to pay it forward. I try to as often as possible … but this situation kinda fell into my lap. out running errands … and when I was on my way home, I passed this girl pushing a grocery cart. It was filled to the brim with bags of groceries.
The road was uneven. It was 8:45 on a Friday. She was a buck thirty soaking wet. A tiny thing.
So I see her, struggling to get this cart full of food to her destination and I make the decision to flip a bitch to see if she wants help. We load her 35 bags in to my trunk, and I tell her I will absolutely NOT take her $5 in gas money. She insists, but I explain my car woes … and that I am happy to help.
Her house was at least 3/4 of a mile from the store. She was less than 300 feet from the store. Ya digg?
Anyway, we get to her house and I start unloading the groceries on to the curb. I am 1) not trying to invade her space like that carrying groceries in her house and 2) leave Charli in the car unattended. I am thinking she is a single mom or something … until she says to me: “Let me go get my man to help with the groceries.”
Um. Your man?
She pounds on the door … where he doesn’t answer for hella. When he finally does, his lazy ass sends the toddler outside to grab groceries.
Yes you read this correctly.
So the toddler and the mom are grabbing bag after bag. I am done unloading the car and she insists they are fine from there. So I get in my car — and as I am leaving, the douchebag boyfriend comes out and grabs the only thing on the curb; a gallon of milk.
He says to her: “Took you long enough.”
*ahem* “Took you long enough?” Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I don’t know if I was more disturbed that he didn’t even go with her … or that he came out with that fucking asshole comment … or both. But I wanted to give her my number so she could call me. I would take her to get her groceries. Fuck that guy.
And then I realized. Paying it forward doesn’t necessarily mean giving someone a get out of jail free card. If she didn’t see it … I can’t help her. I did my part.
*sigh* I can’t save the world. I can just pay it forward.
Have you ever had an opportunity to pay it forward?
Where are your top 3 places to go on vacation?
What was the last movie you watched? Good, bad or meh?
Tags: 4th of july, epic, get out of jail free, pay it forward
All Over The Place OR Too Much Coffee
Jun 29, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Suck It!
I had too much coffee today. It is 11:40pm and I am still “blahblahblahblahblah” as if it were 5 in the evening.
Fuck. This is gonna be all over the place. Sorry in advance.
I also feel like yelling. Yelling about my book taking 347686344236455684663434678 days to get published so that people can buy it. Yelling at myself for getting in my own way. (yes it is possible to get in your own way.) Yelling at this one fucking person at work that thinks their shit doesn’t stink and could use to get knocked down 34 pegs but I can’t because apparently you will get fired for telling someone about themselves if another person doesn’t like you or some shit. Yelling out CREDITS! randomly in honor of my friend as if I had turrets syndrome or something.
CREDITS! See! I already feel better.
I also don’t give a fuck about Twilight. Wanna know what team I represent? TEAM AWESOME, THAT’S WHAT!
(sorry Danielle. I know you love it.)
Speaking of, I wanted to make a statement about assholes. (weird, I know)
I am so sick of people not taking responsibility for themselves. You can’t blame everyone for everything that goes wrong in your life. You just can’t. Eventually, you MUST own your part in how your life plays out.
Seriously.
“OMG. My boss fired me because I was late. It isn’t my fault I was late. Traffic (thathappenseveryday) was horrible and my kids (whoaresloweveryday) were slow out the door and my significant other (whoisadouchebageveryday) was being a douchebag. My boss is an asshole!”
“My life sucks. I have no money (becauseIcantkeepajobformorethan5months).”
“I was gonna be the next NFL STAR except I hurt my knee and now I am a drunk asshole at noon on a Tuesday!”
Seriously people. Stop blaming the world. Look in the mirror. I get that some of it is uncontrollable … but if you find yourself the victim half of your life or more … it might not be as uncontrollable as you think.
Pass it on.
K? K.
Furthermore. I have fallen off the healthy wagon. I am eating like crap. I can feel my body hating me. I have spiraled out of control! Stupid cheeseburgers and cookies. What the crap is going on?! I need to fix it.
Also. You! Are you there? You have been a lurker you SOB and I want to make sure you are here. Why? So I can tell you that I adore you and it wasn’t personal and I am sorry and I hate your face.
Lastly, I need some suggestions. What should I blog about? What would you like to see? What am I missing? Who should my eye candy’s be? I have a lot going on at work and what not so by the time I get home my brain is fried. Ya digg?
Also:
Bon Jovi or Poison?
NKOTB or Nsync?
SWV or Destiny’s Child?
Nas or JayZ?
Would you rather lick a sweaty arm pit or eat out of a bowl that had been puked in and not rinsed?
Oh. P.S. YOU.
Ohhhh Yeahhhh … YGWM & Friday MFING Eye Candy!!!
Jun 24, 2010 All Things Charli, All Things X, Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Family, Friday Eye Candy, Friendship, P.O.E. Biz, Random, This Thing Called Marriage., You've Got Wicked Mail
Happy Friday!
OMG I am so glad to be back on my weekly Friday open letters!
Are you?!
Dear D,
Yes you ruined my day by using all of the chocolate syrup and not letting me know the umpteenth million store trips that we were out so I could pick more up. The ONE time I want vanilla ice cream with cinnamon toast crunch and chocolate syrup in like 3246734 months and we are out of the KEY ingredient.
Day ruiner.
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Dear Snake,
I know you are a snake. You slither around like you are so fucking slick but I hear you rattling your snakey fucking tail around trying to get in good with people. They might not see your snakey self … all wolf and sheeps clothing styles … but I do.
You aint slick homey.
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Dear You,
I win. ALWAYS.
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Dear Squishy,
I just wanted to reiterate that I am so happy for you and Irish and that I am so excited to watch your marriage grow. (the fun and the not so fun. I am sadistic like that. 
)
There isn’t enough happiness in the world for your level of deserving happiness. Just saying.
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Dear Kimmie and Tarable,
I am so happy that you are my besties.
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Dear Bradley Cooper,
I would fuck you sideways, upside down, and inside out. I just thought you should know.
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Dear Charli,
You are such a beautiful girl. A funny, loving, beautiful girl with so much personality. I just wish you were not such a demanding, bratty, bossy boots. Let’s work on that, k?
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Dear X,
We are gonna make this work. However possible. I am gonna figure it out.
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And now for some Eye Candy …
Rugby Player Gavin Henson. YUM. Do you SEE this body?!
And Ms. Katarina Van Derham. She is the spokes model for St. Pauli’s Girl. Hi. Hottie.
Alright peeps. You know the drill. Come purge your week in open letter forum so that you can thoroughly enjoy your weekend! Go! Let em have it!
Tags: bradley cooper, cinnamon toast crunch, Friday Eye Candy, gavin henson, Katarina Van Derham, YGWM
The One Where I Feel Like An Asshole.
Jun 23, 2010 Current Events, Etc., Random, This Thing Called Marriage.
Sup?
Oh, and to switch it up a little …
Hey YOU!
Heh.
Anyway. This is the one where I feel like an asshole because I do and this is why.
For the past couple of years I have given myself a horrible reputation with D about misplacing my wedding ring. Not “misplacing” meaning I took it off at some random schmucks house and left it there “misplacing” … more like, I was hammered after the bar took off all of my jewelry including my wedding ring and forgot where I put it “misplacing”.
Get it?
Yeah. I am forgetful. I am aware of it. I forget conversations I have with Tarable from last Tuesday. It happens. Give me a break.
The bottom line is, my random “misplacements” are not on purpose and I freak the fuck out about it because I love the hell out of my wedding ring.
Or love (ed) it anyway.
The story begins on day 5 of no sleep in Austin. I am packed and ready to fly home to my family and work and life in Seattle. I averaged approximately 3-4 hours of sleep each night I was there, so if you are not aware of my need for MINIMUM of 7 hours to function properly… you might not fully grasp the level of delirious exhaustion that had begun to encompass my entire body.
I. Was. Done.
So I get to the airport, find a chair closest to the gate and pass the fuck out. To the point where I almost missed boarding. A nice gentleman woke me up after my name was called THREE times to make sure that I was not missing the final boarding call. I scramble to grab my crap and get my ass on the plane. I am pretty sure that I am still mostly asleep because 1) I passed the fuck back out and 2) I barely remember this happening.
As we were landing in Denver I woke up and was finally a part of civilization. At that point I looked down at my hand and realized … holy fuck where is my wedding ring?
Rewind the tape.
When I got to the airport, I realized that my hands were mfing swollen. Lack of water will do that to a bitch, especially when the most liquid consumed over the 5 day span was alcohol … my wedding ring was digging into my ring finger. It barely came off when I moved it to my pinkie.
My ring fell off at the terminal. Fuck. Really?
*insert me feeling like an asshole right.about.here*
I dug through my bag frantically. I checked my pockets, my boobs … (dont judge … I have stored many a valuable in my boobs okay?) I checked under the seats on the plane, hoping that it fell off there and not back in Austin. No luck.
My ring was gone. And it was totally my bad.
When I exited the plane, I immediately went to the SW ticket counter to see if they could call the airport and have them look. I was praying that someone picked it up and turned it in. The guy at the ticket counter knew I was an asshole by the way he looked at me.
“How could you ever have lost your wedding ring?” His wedding ring on his finger scolded me so tough that day. I wanted to snatch it off of his sausage finger and chuck it across the airport for taunting me so badly.
No one found it. was a human being with feelings and understanding of sentiment to do the right thing and turn my ring in.
I have mostly come to grips with the fact that it is gone, but a huge part of me hopes every morning that someone will call me and tell me that they have it and that they need an address to send it to.
It has been 10 days of nothing even resembling that call.
So I have to come to grips with the fact that I am an asshole and that my ring is gone. It hurts my feelings so bad that my ring finger is naked and I have no clue as to when I will be able to replace it with a ring that means just as much to me if not more than the one that is now probably sitting at a pawn shop all lonely and missing my finger as much as my finger misses it.
Have you ever lost something sentimentally valuable? Did you get it back?
Also, a question from D: “When is it acceptable to ask for oral from your partner, if ever?”
Tags: airport, austin texas, southwest airlines, wedding ring
The Importance of a Photo
Jun 9, 2010 Current Events, Family, Friendship, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
Hello again! I am sitting here at the airport waiting to board the plane and start my minivaca to Austin.
Last I wrote, it was the eve of my birthday … and what’s difference writing a blog makes. As of late, my inspiration has slowly begun to show itself. But … Life along with (stupid) priorities has a way of cockblocking my inspired moments.
Boo.
My birthday was awesome. Thank you (in advance) for asking. As I get older and wiser, my birthdays are so much more important to me and those who are most important to me seem to really love to remind me of how much they love me.
It is one thing to know how awesome you are… It is another for other people to know. (game recognize game. <--- the way of the world)
Anyway, my parents handpicked these photos for me. All of them were of me as a little one, and many of them had my grandparents in the photos with me. I don't have many photos of them at all, let alone with me in the photo with them.
Surprise + myoveremotionalass = my waterworks
My waterworks + my parents not expecting it = their waterworks
My waterworks + their waterworks = blubberfest 2010.
Dammit. Damn hormones. Damn emotional me!
(I will mention that this may or may not be payback for my Mothers Day gift to my mom. Heh.)
I carry these photos with me. 1) because I cannot stop thumbing through them and 2) because I wanna share them with my ladies.
Wha?! Did you think I would leave you out? Nah. Below are 2 of my favorites. Enjoy!
(and of course fill me in on the gossip. I will be sporatically {read: drunkenly} posting blogs from Austin.)
Tags: Austin, awesomeness, birthday, photo, plane
Petty FTW!
May 4, 2010 All Things Charli, All Things X, DUH, Family, Parenting, Random, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., pillow talk
Apparently, I am petty. 
)
I am perfectly okay with it when it is an innocent pettiness. Not sure what I mean?
Last night, D and I were in discussion about seriousness and shit.
(i.e.)
Me : “turn that mothereffing light off!”
D : “how am I going to see what lotion to use at the right time?”
Me : “really?!?!”
Anyway, we were chatting about how spoiled Charli is and how easy Xavier was at his age. (I swear that child was born with an auto pilot switch.)
I was making the point (FTW might I add) that Charli was spoiled from conception and that if her didn’t already know, she, like me will always simply do it the way she wants. Whatever you say to deter her from doing it will only solidify the nail in the coffin of her doing it her way.
Case in point? Moi.
Me: “look. You might as well get used to having 2 bitches in your life that just do what they wanna do. Because she is as god damned defiant as I am only she is 2 years old.”
D: “you are pretty defiant.”
Me: “duh. The trick is to make her think that *she* is the one actually making the decision.”
D: (nothin because DUH this convo is a WIN for me and he no likey when I win)
Me: “like in the kitchen when you try and look over my shoulder and give me cooking tips. I don’t need your input. I am gonna stir clockwise if that is what I wanna do. Even if you think counterclockwise is the more efficient way.”
D: (laughing)
Me: ” or like when you try and tell me to go a certain way because *you* think it is the faster or better way. I am not gonna go that way.”
D: “why not? If it is faster?”
Me: “doesn’t matter. If I concede and go your way then you win. You already win too much. I gotta get in where I fit in.”
D: “you bitch.”
Me: “yep. That is how my brain operates.”
D: “that is so petty. And stubborn. You go through all of that *just* to win?”
Me: “yep. And now there are 2 of us.”
D: “welcome to the jungle.”
*fist pump @ this blog* because it is awesome.
What is your favorite 80’s song?
Do you remember the first music video you ever watched?
Tags: marriage, Parenting, welcome to the jungle
Stupid.
May 3, 2010 Current Events, DUH, Etc., Random, Ranteriffic
Stupid is a great word.
You can use it in many different contexts.
Also, It is not considered a curse word either so really I could call a bitch fucking stupid without saying the word “fucking” in a public place and it be perfectly okay.
Furthermore, it makes me happy to utter the word.
Stupid.
Is that odd?
Whatever. You are stupid if you think it is.
Tarable is stupid.
But Tarable says that *I* am stupid.
But really she is the stupid one.
So is Kim. Kim is hella stupid.
Asshole cowards who don’t tell people the truth instead they lead them on are stupid.
Anyway, if your name is Ken Adams then you are also stupid.
If you don’t like my blog today then you are stupid too.
Those one bitches at the bar are stupid. You know the ones.
People who look like they are going to the club while working out at the gym are fucking stuuuuuuupid.
The end.
What do YOU think is stupid?
