Is it ironic that I was chugging organic tomato vodka on thee rocks as I sprinted to catch my cab tonight at dinner?
Yummers.
Chugging classy swill at an overpriced swanky vegan bistro [that's what you must call overpriced grub-rooms, right?] is one of my fortes. I may have shared with you the fact that you may try to dress me up, and you may, in fact- take me out [please do] but you are not going to get the princess of goddamned Monaco with this dame. Nosiree. I'm classy with a K.
Klassy.
Like KlassyLadies (TM) the first strip joint in my town growing up.
Soooo klassy.
Teaching poor grammar to dumb bitches with shitty self-esteem since 1986.
Ladies: Make daddy proud.
Step One
I need another drink.
{Yes, this is what the people pay for.
Oh ... they will fucking pay.
So many typos.
I am botching this noicrenrfd... I mean nice. }
My puss is snuggled up against my thigh [naturally] acting like she didn't make a mess on my bedspread earlier today.
Poetic Injustice
a-la "Photo Booth"
I may as well be a pageant mom
The money shot.
Just not an expensive one.
Her idea.
NOT mine.
What was endearing is now just a messy inconvenience. Fucking laundering my bedding 3x a week is a waste of time, energy, soap, water, cash and tyops. I could be talking about the hotassed train conductor I was ogling tonight.
But no, my pussy has to go and steal my thunder.
Bitch.
And what's up with that fucking rainbow spinny thing?
Wait for it-
my ass.
Fuck!!!!!
Is this supposed to lure me into a gay trap?
Too late...
I already have sugar in my bowl.
After all that spinny waiting, I'm dizzy now.
Gary, pour me a Caucasian, wouldja?
Yup.
My Caucasian in a Limited Edition 1970's Holly Hobbie classic collectors' holiday glass.
And yes, that's the freshly laundered afghan in the background.
I am reppin the 70's, yo!
My Muse.
A friend's girlfriend recently said to me that she never saw The Big Lebowski because her cunty teenaged students love it.
I was appauled.
What the fucking fuck?
I mean, these turds are like fetal compared to us, and should they stop her from appreciating a modern-day zenlike hero such as The Dude here?
I did not think so.
It's not like fuckin' Phish, (pronounced Puh-hish) the worst crap jam band.
Jam's just redunculous, no matter how you look at it.
First of all, "jam" is utter fucking bullshit...
Unless it is made from elderberries or some other fruity delight.
Bitter never tasted sooo good!
I openly admit I hate Phish.
Firstly because I find their fans repulsive on a myriad of levels only Dante could sympathize with.
Secondly, it sucks shit through a tiny cocktail straw, as I alluded to.
An awful idea on 4 dimensions, at least...
If I want to submit extraneous time and energy to drivel of the tuneage variety, I will gladly enjoy a hefty dose of acid jazz. Smarter and darker.
???
So that being said, if you do not know Lebowski, ask yourself:
Why not?
Because you have no sense of humor or you are embittered because you work with privileged teenaged boys.
I have no fucking tipsy idea what I was originally intending to address, subject-wise, but if I didn't keep deleting shit, you would read my slurs.
Oh, and "the Boy" A.K.A. "X" blew my phone the fuck up alllllll daayyyy. And I was also told this morning I was being sued by some fuckers who want loot from me where there is none. And I think I may be suspected of causing a very expensive mistake at work- which I totally did not make. And I missed the bus and walked in the cold rain.
Gotta go get f'd up.
Some more.
Cheers, Bitches!