Mail your freakin package today. And I will heart your face forever. Flake out on your partner and I will call you out. Just sayin.
I drive a Hyundai. I refer to it as my generic Honda.
My friend buys caffeine pills from Dollar Tree. I call them her dollar store meth.
Tomorrow is Fat Ass Friday.
I worked on my ABOUT ME page - it looks totes bettah.
I've been taking every word that ends with -er and ending it with -ah. It's supAH fun.
People all over the 'net are saying nice things about me and making me even more self-involved than I already am. Latest examples - my super awesome scrapbooker friend Jacque and my friend since 8th Grade, Katie.
Like I'm really starting to feel famous and crap. I thought that wasn't going to happen until my next life.
In my next life, Sheila and I are going to be Rockstars. No kids - no husbands. Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. We have already started recruiting people into our entourage. We have a drummer, a handler, a manager. Our handler will go out and pick hot men out of the audience for us. We are going to have hair people and make up people that make us look fan freakin tastic.
Our first single will be "Use a Coupon, Bitch"
go to the sto'
ain't got no dough
use a coupon bitch
We have a band name, but I can't tell you because I kinda sorta
We will be total sluts and even bigger hot messes than lohan, gaga, and miley combined. I can't wait.
I totally get why people think I'm so awesome. HA!