No blogging tonight. Mostly because I've been busy blogging on other places and I'm now on the border of completely burning out here. For realsies, yo. My index fingers have been reduced to bloody little nubbins, and my wrists now look (and feel) like they're made of peanut brittle and toothpicks. Well, that and the fact that I'm still trying to get over the fact that the only guy who's ever showed even the slightest interest in me has fallen for a tranny with a crappy jug-job. I'm not being mean, just honest. They face opposite directions. Like a hammerhead shark.
Anyhoodle, you check out the post I did yesterday for Pornstar in the Kitchen on Red Velvet Heartbreak Cake. True story: Brent Everett apparently decided to do his own naked cooking show. I may or may not have sent him a letter bomb. Brent, if you're reading this, try not to open any international mail for the next week.
Also check worthy: Stacey took a sick day today, so she let me cover things on Webster's Is My Bitch...On the day after Kanye acted the douche on Taylor Swift and everything went to gossip blog shit. Even vicariously he's annoying. Christ on a cracker.
Huh...Guess this is a blog after all. Oh the irony. Check out Junior Senior's video for Move Your Feet now before I inadvertently blog about anything else. Also, it has a daredevil squirrel. Holla.
1 comment:
blog blog blog, that's all you ever do anymore!
we want peen, damnit! we don't follow you to listen to your dyke-rock :)
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