lame

woke up this morning to no internet connection.

just came back on..
 

 

 no MDD recap..

YET.

 

 

imma go work on it right now..

 

 

you just enjoy these pretty pictures..

 

 

keep in mind that there is a 4 ft tall princess here using the TV like it's her bitch (it is and so am i).

 

 

i project a release date of 6/30/2011 (that's tomorrow dummies).

 

in the mean time you should know that someone at HGTV thinks i am awesome..

 

so even if i wasn't chosen to be a turd on that turd of all design shows...Design Turd..

at least john gidding wants to sex me.

 

 

you can read all the hgtv celebs faves here:  HERE

 

come back tommorow or later..

 

gidding juice,

p.s. no MDD spoilers..i will cut you.

BIG LETTERS MEAN BUISNESS! 

heat melts brains as evidenced by last night's post..

1.  bentley did NOT return to shit on ashley's face last night.

they are drawing out that nugget for next week.

though it was nice that they spent the majority of the night focused on man bodies.

 

 

2. MDD is never on mondays.

it is always on tuesdays.

therefore let's say a prayer that DICKSPACE doesn't delete my post.

 

3.  i can't sleep anymore.

for the last 2 weeks i get in bed and my brain pretends it's on crack and runs around

hopped up on crack.

plus it's hot.

hot crack brain.

and during the day my throat hurts and my head hurts and there are heat boogers in my nose.

like tiny daggers and liquid lava in my skull crevices.

and at night..

no sleep.

daytime=donkeydicks

nighttime=fearmurder

 

 

example of last night's thought process:

it's so hot what if it never rains again and we become like mars, or guy fieri's stomach?

hot and acid-y.

why is my nose always running?

this house is full of mold and we are all getting lung cancer right now! 

each of us dying in our sleep.

etc..

it just goes on in this ridiculous way.

 

 

 

and then my mom was in the hospital with scary stuff happening to her

and no one likes when their mom is hurt.

she is home now but she still has to endure things like 'plasma exchange' every other day until 

who knows when.

and yes, plasma exchange is real and it can save you but it's not fun.

 

accepting donations of xanax, brown liquor, money and magic.

 

this post brought to you by the sun and guy fieri's backwards sunglasses.

 

 

 

is it just me...

or do you also want to punch these hispter nerds right in their vagina faces?

i wanna kick those stupid repurposed recycled reclaimed railroad logs off the wall and set them on fire in that non witchy cool but instead stinky hipster lame melted candle shrine.

i want to rub that hipster cactus all over those thong wearing feet.

 

is this what everyone in brooklyn looks like?

erica?

if so you should move immediately.

for more dead animal hanging, dirty bottle collecting, folk art making

stinky pit smelling non awesomeness

 

go to the selby.

(of course)