gra-tu-i-tous |grəˈt(y)oōitəs|
{ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin gratuitus ‘given freely,spontaneous’}
1. uncalled for; lacking good reason; unwarranted : gratuitous violence.2. given or done free of charge : gratuitous advice.
vi-o-let |ˈvī(ə)lət|{ORIGIN Middle English : from Old French violette} adjective:
1. a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red.
2. a herbaceous plant of temperate regions, typically having purple, blue,or white five-petaled flowers, one of which forms a landing pad for pollinating insects. Genus Viola, family Violaceae.
3. ME.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Cheeze-It Apology

Hey there my long lost Cheeze-Its!

It's your favorite long-lost Violet here, and I am typing this as I travel on a bus to Boston.
The guy across the aisle is looking at porn* on his laptop, and I immediately thought of YOU, my dears!

Teddy Bear Hamster not included.*

I wanted to sincerely apologize for not being gratuitous as of late. Especially by NOT reading and adoring YOUR blobs! I feel neglectful! But hey, what the hell, I am not crying about it, and I know you're not either. I bet there's a ton of love going on here... You ARE loving each other right? 
{With only minor snarkiness, which is to be expected, right?}

How Doth I love Thee, oh dedicated blobbers?!?!? 
This much:

'Nuf said.

It's Sun in Leo time.
For me that means a heightened state of energy both within me and all around me.
BuzzBuzz, Bitches!

The double-dong Denzel of the snack world.

I will share of whence I am in absentia, with you all,  in a week or so... where the Vi you know and LOVE is at. 

This nugget is named Frodo. I shit you not.

But stay tuned in the next day or so for a primo example of what Leo-isms I spoke of...
There's a juicy one a-brewin in me brain!

I heard YOU like it caliente, too!

P.S. My B-day is closely creeping up too, so there.

Friday, August 5, 2011

fancy gowns and award shows

and tonight, in the silky cheetah jammy pants and the black walgreens (TM) tank top, 
we have moi, sashaying down the red carpet, bloated and thirsty.

okay, i'm sitting on the floor. 
there is no red carpet. 

but everyone who's anyone was there!

all seriousness aside, it really is awards night, my little cheeze-its!
and who better to honor than myself?

i'm a winner alright! 
i love dapper squirrels, and wine, so win-win for me, right?
who cares that this pic makes absolutely no frieken sense?

would anyone on the interweb dispute the deliciousness of cupcakes?
just as i suspected, no-one.

this fucking mess is awesome
{my favorite award actually. hideous/awesome}

yes i am.
but i'm lime-esque, 
or so i have been told.
not really.
but i have been called sour.

just because whomever made the pie the right way, 
i will accept.
i really enjoy fruit pie.

because i use fancy phrases.
and swear-words often.
how sweet.

see, i told you!

comes with a pump.
and lube.

the roses on the shoe soften the blow- 
when this shoe makes toe-to-ass contact.

never seen anywhere near the proper grammar award

is he holding a sock puppet, and a goblet? 
i really do hope so.

i am so tickled pink!
all this fanfare makes me want to toss the pigskin around!

me too, spongebob, me too!

i'm huge in italy

all over the lonely world, actually

like here

and here, mon

and especially here

but i have one question:
where's the glitter i deserve?

that's a bit more interesting.
at least it's dong-ish.

speaking of dongs...

what's going on here?

feel free to grab any award and give them to yourself. 
or grab one or five and share with anyone whose you blob you read, 
or even better-
a stranger.