Best search term used to find my blog this week:

” racist photo involving baby chickens “

The question is WHY? Followed by, THIS BRINGS THEM TO MY BLOG.

you are getting very, very busty.

so, i don’t know if any of you guys ever look at your ‘blog stats’ page. but it will tell you search engine terms that were used to find your page. and i always have such weird things on mine. and i always mean to make note of them. so, today, i am.

“boobs from being hypnotized”

stop! don’t do it! no, really! don’t!

my head is so fucked up. and i once again cannot deal with capitals.

so. i go into work at the b&n at 330 after having worked til 1 at the archives only to find out that WHOA I AM NOT SCHEDULED TODAY BUT TOMORROW. i don’t know what to do. i’ve scheduled my week around working TONIGHT. blah. fucking hell. i did post a sign telling people to call me if they’s be wantin’ some mo’ ‘ours, yo. because i’d gladly give that up.

i’d give it up so that i have more time to eat fried chicken and watermelon at elaina’s funeral.

chicken. watermelon.

so, yesterday i had to run a lot of errands for work– drop off summer reading club pamphlets to various elementary schools, take some more photos of things close up for our where in the world board, go to the dollar tree to pick up these cootie catcher kits, and to walmart for photo developing. well, on my way out of the walmart/sam’s/lowe’s plaza area where the cooler stores are on the other side of the street (ie. target, goodys, staples, dollar tree) i had a stop sign that i couldn’t even make it to, because i was laughing while digging out my camera whiling parking in the closest spot to the stop sign.

see, someone had added sticky letters underneath the word STOP and this is what it said:

and, of course, i had to get one with at least one of the shopping signs in the background:

so, at alex’s work (kmart) the other night, i guess they tagged a bunch of jones soda 4 pack bottles for THIRTY CENTS. and alex gets a DISCOUNT. so, on my way to work, when kmart opened, i pretty much bought them all. i got like 20 cases for 6$. so we’ve been drinking them like mad, plus i’ve given some away. but i need to stop drinking them because i’m going to get fat.

also, i’ve been treating the fortunes under the cap like a map to my life for the next week or so. they all seem to fit. so unbelievably well.

i almost got through a song on guitar hero on hard. i was promised 5 uninterrupted minutes of making out if i got through it. i got 89%. (fucking orange button is the devil!) i did, however, receive consolation kisses. teehee.

my period is killing me like you wouldn’t believe. i’ve never felt this way before. i don’t even have cramps. just this horrible pressure inside of me and in my cooch. it hurts to sit, to move, to live. so i’m glad i got to come home from work. bleeding is the suck. i need money to go to a girly dr, fo’ realz, yo.

we are going to go the store in a minute.

it just rained some. the air is cooler. the wind is nice. i like the way it makes everything smell.

oh, last night, after i got home and showered, i went to lay down to take a NAP and i slept from about 6pm til 515 THIS MORNING. omg, wtf?! i guess i needed it. alex and i watched dead like me, went to breakfast and played guitar hero before i had to go to work.

i like listening to kidd kraddick in the morning.

no, really, i have to stop drinking jones soda.

we’re going to order some of alex’s photoshop creations and some of our photographs in larger and posterish sized proportions from snapfish. has anyone ever ordered from snapfish.

phone, fools, lata.

oh, i’m going to take pictures of our plants. woot.

outtie.

a little later…

whoa, square melons:

*disclaimer* all photos involving watermelon and/or chicken are not mine. thanks.

Afraid for my life.

WTF IS THIS?!!

Apparently, it’s Jessica Simpson. But, BABY JESUS, I’m not sure. I can’t look directly at it for long for fear of being hypnotized and sucked into a portal to clown hell.

I actually thought, maybeeee, someone messed with it, youknow, to make her look THIS garish, but, it was in the middle of a lot of other pictures. And then there was this one from another day:

And, her giant chicklet mouth is just as creepy, just without the red lipstick. Also, she’s freakishly tan. Maybe skin cancer makes you look like a devil clown? Also, she can’t stop showing off her boobs. Maybe she realizes that it detracts from her big head.

I require other people to view this photo, thanks.

So, I was looking through local real estate listings because I like to be reminded that I can’t buy a house ever in my life. The stroll through property was fairly quiet and quaint. Nothing too out of control except people with bad taste. Someone should tell them that wall paper border is ALWAYS a horrible idea. And, well, a little feng shui never hurt anyone.

And then it happened.

WTF IS THAT?!

Who looks at that and thinks, “OH EM GEE THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL I MUST HAVE IT SO THAT I CAN WALK UPON FLOWERS LIKE A PRINCESS!”

And another thing…

Meh. Small things humor me. Especially if they are satanic! Note, if you will, my current inbox count:

Nevermind that this is a clear indication that I should purge, purge, purge my inbox.

Things I previously forgot to mention:

01. I am learning to crochet! Brenda showed me & I also got a book on it. I wanted to go to the store tonight and purchase cheap notions for practicing, but I disallowed myself! I have decided that until I clean and organize things and return to Apartment Therapy there shall be ZERO crocheting. It is going to be my reward!

Okay, that is pretty much it.

I give you my current read/watch/listen/love list:

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