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.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


Got the Fever Yet?

Once upon a time...
Some greedy fuck came up with a winner of a marketing scheme. He started making expensive cards, cheap waxy “chocolates” and shoddily sewn teddy bears and selling them to dumbasses who planned to use these tacky ploys to get head.
Apparently, they were head-less the other 364 days a year, because this trend caught on and spread like herpes.
As did the spreading of actual herpes.

How about now?

Once upon another time …
There was a
huge massacre in the name of LOVE.

Rock of Love
Cock of Love

It was called Reality TV, and it often stared balding, oversexed ex-glam-rockers and whorish skanks who wanted to bed them. People willingly invested time and energy in validating these so-called entertaining programs by watching them incessantly and yammering on and on to anyone with ears about the pseudo-human characters, all because their own shallow lives sucked even worse.
Rather than spice up their own pathetic existences, it was easier to live vicariously.
At least that way, the viewers did not need penicillin.

Like "Studs"

But waay better, duh! 

It is no coincidence that
Valentine's Day and Venereal Disease
share the same initials.


Once upon a far far different time...
People who openly loved other people were charmingly expressive and genuinely kind and thoughtfully tender and compassionately warm, regardless of the date on the calendar. These people may or may not have had lovers at any given point, but no matter what, they would never make anyone else feel bad for being in or not being in a relationship. They gave hugs regularly and bought others presents when their hearts desired them to. They considerately sent cards to loved ones when they saw one which made them smile.
They loved deeply and were neither afraid to show it or if everyone knew.

Once upon today I feel like shit.

The end.

P.S. Can you guess who is freshly out of a relationship?


P.P.S. I am not a Jaded Cunt. I am just fucking sad, okay?!? 
Accept these following links as a J.R.R.Tolkien of my LOVE!!!
 Or feel free to just fuck the fuck off!


  1. Genuinely sorry you are sad. Maybe, listen to some AC/DC and get drunk. It won't make you feel an better, but c'mon, AC/DC is badass.

    1. AC/DC and some whiskey... sounds like a cure for whatever ails ya!

  2. OMG, that show was truly evil. Sorry about your break up. I hate valentine's day. So much stress over a Hallmark holiday. So far from my friends we have one person expecting a proposal, one person who has asked me "what guy would not like a teddy bear" My answer : every guy, and one friend is dating this guy only because she does not want to be alone for V.D. From those three already I am guessing I know why February is such a big break up month.

    1. Teddy Bears are stupid.
      I would NOT like one either... but some "head" on the other hand... Sign me up... Maybe next year, or the year after that.

      I need a hiatus from being someone's lady for a while.

  3. I came home from work after hearing all these flocks wish me a Happy Valentine's Day- ALL frieken day, and was greeted with the best gift ever. From my cat. Looked like chocolate, but was definitely NOT.
    She must have known I needed a laugh, for she presented it to me a mere foot away from my pillow.
    I LOVE MY FURRY PUSSY (cat that is!)

    Happy My Cat Shit Near My Pillow Day!!!

  4. I am sorry to say that I watched Rock of Love. I waited for the moment in which Bret Michael's wig would come flying off, but it never came. Three seasons of that crap, and it never came!

  5. Note to self : When you haven't read a blog in a while catch up oldest post first otherwise you might leave pointless comments on the newer ones.


    ps I cannot believe I never saw any of these in my feed, I think it was a bit messed up for a while as yours isn't the only blog this happened with.
    Seems ok now thought. Phew.

    1. so happy to see you among the few stalking here in cyborgland. wish i was like model-worthy of stalking, but a few creeps will do to make me happy. now i must go plan my skin-suit!!!

      puts the lotion on the skin...


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