on this thursday night… in the 2009 in the year of our lord/buddha/vonnegut, i find myself simmering in my own happy juices. don’t take this the wrong way, pervs. every so often, one is quite pleased with them self. and they feel the need to stick it in a pan and put the heat on low and just sssssssimmer.
my simmer is much sexier.
this evening, i’m very happy as i’m not one of THEM. you know THEM. we all do. so let’s not fuck around. the time to nose dive straight in……….IS NOOOOOOW!
some people might say, “noooo, no peanut! don’t go there! that’s just tasteless!” well, that’s exactly why i must prove you wrong. take out your map……
as X marks the spot.
bristol palin and levi babymaker have called off their alaskan shotgun wedding. i hate seeing good things come to an end. what will mama sarah do? shoot him down with a rifle and use ol’ levi as a family room rug? you’re sure as shit not going to get child support out of him….i’ll wait for the trusty US Weekly to inform me.
let’s not get too down in break ups, right? one door closes another one opens…..
this photo makes me want to avoid the pixie cut.
it seems that my arch-nemesis…..
she should really work on her abs.....
went and done got married. to ryan adams. how does this happen? the engagement was enough of a bitch slap, but they got married? wtf?
i’m not going to dwell….on, um, bad shit. what’s more important? miley fucking cyrus. whoa! it’s like you read my mind!
the product of an achy breaky heart.
apparently, little miss disney thinks she matters in the music world. miley decided after being snubbed by jesus’ apostle in waiting, radiohead, that action must be taken. miley wanted to meet radiohead backstage at the grammys. she got denied. she disputed this on the claim that, “she was in the business of making people happy.” so radiohead should make her happy. apparently, they don’t watch the same channel. miley watches disney. if their was a hipster/emo channel, radiohead would watch it. hell, they would run it! they are not in quite the same line of work. one markets to tweens. one…doesn’t. yet, miley says, she will, “ruin them!” good luck to you, kid. touch up your highlights while you’re at it. your roots are lookin a weee bit icky. it gets better. the band’s publicist made a statement on behalf of the band telling miley to, “grow up.” yay!
rather then leave you feeling all weird, let me give you something concrete to walk away with.
um, sorry. try this instead!
