Category Archives: meanderings
Watch the skies for falling Republicans!
Okay, so it’s been about a week since the elections…both parties have packed their sh*t, pulled up their tents, swept up the confetti, and moved on…except some of these Republicans!!! All over the social media websites, I’m seeing the butt hurt images of GOP members in various stages of “I wanna kill myself faces!”–millions of Romney supporters are planning on doing hari kari in front of Paul Ryan’s house, screaming to the rafters of the supposed travesty that the country has committed by re-electing President Obama for another four years! To that I say…GROW UP! stop sucking on your binkies, and put your adult drawls on!
Is it really THAT bad?! I’m pretty sure had the tables been turned, you wouldn’t have seen Obama fans threatening to douse themselves in lighter fluid, and looking for the nearest roman candle to bid it all to Democratic heaven! I mean, I love Obama, and would’ve been upset if he had lost, but you wouldn’t see me standing in the middle of Times Square, covered in all Barack paraphernalia, with a stuffed donkey in one hand, and a bottle of antidepressants in the other! I just would’ve moved to another country that’s all!!! I mean I shouldn’t be making fun, but people are really starting to get really uptight like a pair of panties, two sizes too small out here.
I thought I was in the middle of a ‘Good Times’ episode, when Florida got the news of James’ death! Smashed fruit bowl and all, and not a doggone vicodin in sight! It’s almost as bad as when the Mets lost the 2000 world series to the….*welp* Yankees! and still I didn’t shed a tear, because I’m just hard like that!
I feel there should be some sort of bereavement support group for those poor dears; commercials need to be made, telling them that IT WILL GET BETTER! Just hold on! or suck it up, whichever comes first. I for one feel no sympathy for not one of them, because a lot (not all) are undercover racists, and didn’t care about the welfare of the country, as much as they did about the color of the sitting leader’s skin.
So, I say kiss my rutti tutti, fresh and fruitti behind!!! All of it, EVERY INCH! because no one’s kissing yours.
4 MORE YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Butterfly kisses and the things in between…The Father/Daughter Dynamic
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The misadventures of a newly single gal
The past few days have felt like something strangely reminiscent of one of Tim Burton’s machinations, or that botched ref call from Monday night’s football game…yeah, it’s made it onto my blog too. hahahahaha…remind me to one day tell you about my dream about Russell Brand and a dog.
The devolution of civilization one cellphone evolution at a time
September 21, 2012 8:00 am….
Sounds like a date that should be written in the annals of history doesn’t it?! It has a nice round resonance to it, the flow and elocution roll off the tongue quite well, so well that it would give a linguist chills. To many, this is just a date, a series of numbers and letters– words that don’t differ from all the other 364 that came before, and will come after like some death march. However to some, this date might as well be another addition to the holy sonnets from the church of Apple, something I’m sure John Donne would revel in.
Nay's mind maze 