Yeah, cuz I know you guys are dying of fucking curiousity. Nine lives, babies, nine lives.
Rocked the fuck out of some pink shoes. High heels no less. RREOWR.
Spent a lot of fucking time trying to get my face stuck like that. Remember that movie? Better not slap me on the back, motherfucker!
Missed the fuck out of my husband. Who will be home shortly, thank GOD. Manifestations of my mental breakdowns are all documented here, but let's ignore, shall we? PSST. If we don't acknowledge them, they will go away.
Tried to send some TLC to the desert in the form of junk food, candy and a happy face. Momma put her money where my mouth is. She's awesome like that.
Had meat served to me on swords, the implications of which...I shudder to think. Really, y'all!
Slurped down some raw ones in Miami.
Rocked out in Alabama, New York with my favorite cousin Colie.
Made happy in Starbucks with HER.
Met some Indians that I wasn't fucking related to. Can I get a miracle up in here?
Wore some socks with my slammin' new Steve Madden's, you know, cuz' I'm cool like that. The fashion police don't patrol Erie, Pennsylvania, just in case y'all wanted to know.
Rocked out with my cock out. Old School Readers of ME will know what I'm talking about. And we all know who my favorite subject is. ME.
Hung out with my cool mamma jamma, MOMMA.
We had fun, yes?