Did anyone miss me? No? Oh bloody hell.
Just for that, I’m going to show you what shite is on another blog I found. I could play Miss Grammar Bitch and highlight all the errors in spelling and such but you know I am just too damn nice to do something like that, right?
HAH! (click on the MORE link for, like, more)
No Friday Five today. Bah! Good thing I wasn’t waiting on it to post.
There’s really nothing going on and despite that not usually stopping me from writing, I really don’t have much to say at all. We are going to DE for the weekend (it’s our 3rd wedding anniversary) and I am getting a facial and manicure at Bad Hair Day and eating bread pudding at this one restaurant.
Speaking of which, I am officially down *30* pounds! YEY! Go me! I am just 10 lbs from my post op low so I know I can get there (size 10 jeans, here I come! I can get them up over my butt now but still can’t zip them). 10 pounds should do it. In fact, I think I will keep going as low as I can. Just for grins and personal gratification.
When I get to be all thin and sexy, everyone will have to look out! Bwhahhhaahah. (consider that fair warning)
Well, poops. First John Ritter and now Robert Palmer. This sucks.
From here
I come to you today with a very important message, don’t be fucked up… seriously.. there are a lot of fucked up people out there, that I really can’t explain. The sad thing is that no matter how fucked up you think you are, there is (there IS???) always people out there that are way more hardcore than you.
Take for example “furries”, for those of who that don’t know, “furries” refers to a sub-culture of fucked up people who get off on dressing up in giant animal costumes and acting like their respective animals. Now, I’m no genious, (that’s apparent by your misspelling of that same word) but if you can’t see how fucked up this is, then you should leave now… seriously, get out of here, go get a a big animal costume and then jump off a fucking bridge. No, don’t do that, I’m sorry giant animal, come give me a hug….
Anyways, I really don’t think that there is anything wrong with dressing up like an animal and fucking around, but you know that doing weird shit like this goes hand in hand with being a total fucking psycho. You know the kind of guy you are scared to sit beside on the bus, that’s the type of guy who dresses up like an animal and wacks (uh, it’s “whack”, dude) off in his suit while standing on the street. I know, I know, you ‘furries’ out there are just going to say that there are only a few psycho’s (APOSTROPHE issues) out there that have ruined it for the rest of you, fuck that, I call bullshit on all you ‘furries’.
I thought I would do a little reading about ‘furries’ on this fine day to back up my ‘abserd’ (he can spell psychotic but not absurd??) claims of perverse and psychotic behaviour… I was going to do this, but then I said “fuck it”. Why you ask? because read this shit, I don’t even need to back myself up, holy fuck! you guys are nuts!!!
What’s his favorite word? Ya think it might be … oh, I don’t know … FUCK? Jeebus.
Lisa, congratulations on the weight loss! Wow! It’s terrific. Slap me if I can’t keep my hands off you!