Remorse! Regrets!
I was just talking to TRG about the L Word, and how much it sucks my balls (or any balls, really). Then I went searching through old LJ posts trying to track down my L Word Rant (http://deputay-jane.livejournal.com/63198.html) and started reading shit.
Dude, my LJ is/was completely awesome at one time. I got heaps of comments constantly, and wrote hilarious crap that just ruled the world. You can find that egotistical if you want, go ahead. I don't care! I will just parade myself with self-love. I'll call it... a Mii Parade!
HA HA HA! I'm bringin' back Witticism Central right here bitches, watch this page, cause it's makin HISTORY mawfuckah.
I'm bringing back this shit. Have I already posted this? Too freakin' bad.
Let me tell you about my life.
Yesterday was Zeus's birthday (happy birthday, pooper!!) He is now officially 2, and bigger than most the girls I've ever dated. That includes me, but I'm not sure if I've technically "dated" myself or not. Because dating usually involves some kind of wooing and going-out before sex, and not just complete abuse and neglect up until you go at it like it's prom night.
I am in the process of interviewing/trying out THE SWEETEST JOB IN THE WORLD, literally, because it involves candy. So that's a pun right there, folks. My final interview is on Monday and it would appear that I am going to be handed the position in an Easter basket. Of course I'm still crossing my little fingers inside... because the ladies tell me it's more pleasurable that way.
BUH DOOM CHH!!
I'm extremely excited for St P's day. I've got the corned beef and cabbage, and I downloaded "Kiss My Irish Ass" by Frank Mackey and the Keltic Cowboys. If you want to take part in any of these festivities, get drunk with me, whatever... let me know. Because even though I am truly embracing my Irish heritage by getting completely wasted alone in my room, sometimes it's good to break a tradition once in a while, even if it's been tried and true by an entire culture for hundreds of years!
Controversial, I know. But that's how I roll.
So I wasn't kidding around, you ignorant sluts. Watch this space. For amazing.
Dude, my LJ is/was completely awesome at one time. I got heaps of comments constantly, and wrote hilarious crap that just ruled the world. You can find that egotistical if you want, go ahead. I don't care! I will just parade myself with self-love. I'll call it... a Mii Parade!
HA HA HA! I'm bringin' back Witticism Central right here bitches, watch this page, cause it's makin HISTORY mawfuckah.
I'm bringing back this shit. Have I already posted this? Too freakin' bad.
Let me tell you about my life.
Yesterday was Zeus's birthday (happy birthday, pooper!!) He is now officially 2, and bigger than most the girls I've ever dated. That includes me, but I'm not sure if I've technically "dated" myself or not. Because dating usually involves some kind of wooing and going-out before sex, and not just complete abuse and neglect up until you go at it like it's prom night.
I am in the process of interviewing/trying out THE SWEETEST JOB IN THE WORLD, literally, because it involves candy. So that's a pun right there, folks. My final interview is on Monday and it would appear that I am going to be handed the position in an Easter basket. Of course I'm still crossing my little fingers inside... because the ladies tell me it's more pleasurable that way.
BUH DOOM CHH!!
I'm extremely excited for St P's day. I've got the corned beef and cabbage, and I downloaded "Kiss My Irish Ass" by Frank Mackey and the Keltic Cowboys. If you want to take part in any of these festivities, get drunk with me, whatever... let me know. Because even though I am truly embracing my Irish heritage by getting completely wasted alone in my room, sometimes it's good to break a tradition once in a while, even if it's been tried and true by an entire culture for hundreds of years!
Controversial, I know. But that's how I roll.
So I wasn't kidding around, you ignorant sluts. Watch this space. For amazing.