Nick Evans was just called up from B-Mets to the majors =D

Now let's just hope this kid explodes so I can flaunt my picture all over the place ;)


Edit: Said picture!

next week's topic: scarification in sign language

So I had a pretty dumbtarded moment earlier.

I was reading my favorite snark community (a livejournal community dedicated to fucking with the noob souls in the body modification world) and the topic of tattoos in foreign languages was brought up. FWIW, I'm very much against this - seriously, only douchers get kanji characters for "I'M AWESOME" tattooed on their bicep - but that's besides the point. One girl mentioned, albeit jokingly, that this poor soul should get her tattoo in Braille.

And I thought aloud "WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING? YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE IT."

Um hello, brain? Where did you go? I miss you :(

i love nini

OH MY GOD IT'S THE FUCKING SWINE FLU AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE.

I solemnly swear that if I see someone wearing a mask, I will kill them with fire. And then they're going to wish that they HAD gotten swine flu... at least they could live with that.

Our country is full of a bunch of little fucking pussies.

...Now that I have that out of my system, here is the official reason of my posting...

Today is *~*OFFICIALLY*~* Joe and my one-year anniversary, according to him... because it's been one year to this day that we've had sex (apparently having sex means "OFFICIALLY IN RELATIONSHIP" to some people... I don't understand this notion, but regardless). One year ago, he and I went to see "Baby Mama" then got drunk and the rest is history.

HAPPY NINIVERSARY I SAY TO ME!

there are a plethora of reasons i hate the post standard... this is one big one

PEE THE FUCK ESS:
http://blog.syracuse.com/jenny-from-the-block/

The Post-Standard PAYS this girl to write. Really? Either she's super hot and fucking her boss or anyone can get a job at the PS (or, perhaps, a combination of both). Because really, they can feel free to pay me for writing in my blog... it's pretty much the SAME EXACT THING.

Here ya go, PS - how much money do I get for this anecdote?

So last weekend I got totally bombed. Like, I was almost throwing up, I was so bombed. I drank lots of vodka, it was super awesome. My hot friend and I dressed in animal print, went to really crappy DJ'd bars in Armory Square and got hit on by creepy guys but they were hot anyway and we may or may not have hooked up with them in my swanky loft apartment. Then us pre-cougs went to college bars on Marshall Street and hit on spiky-haired younger boys that we could take advantage of. It was so totally awesome, I wish I were younger so I could sleep with them. Then we went to Blue Tusk and rubbed elbows/naughty parts with Z-list celebrities like some guy who rides a motorcycle on that TLC show... but then I threw up on him. I didn't give him my phone number but if he wants it, he knows where to find me ;) ;) ;) All in all, I learned one lesson: don't throw up when you get drunk, because it's total lamesauce.

PS: Stay tuned for my banal remarks on Brangelina... I'm so witty! ;)

I think that's totally worth, like, $300, don't you think?