How cute is this kid?

Easy answer: SHE'S THE CUTEST KID EVER. I have a shitty digital camera so there's no sound. But have some fun with it anyway--put your music player on shuffle and watch Kailyn dance to all your favorite songs!!



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A Poem I Found On Myspace

Clearly the funniest thing I've read all day. Since I am indeed from Georgia I should probably think this is cute. Instead I'm slightly embarrassed for whatever high school freshman from Alpharetnorcromariettatlanta who came up with this.

Boston girls are pretty
New York girls are smart
But it takes a Georgia girl
To win a boy's heart

Cali girls are tan
Every Vegas girl's a hoe
But when you want the sexiest girl
Georgia is where you gotta go

Jersey girls are wild
Texas girls aren't fun
But Georgia girls?
Come on, they're number 1

Girls will be girls
North, east, south or west
But Georgia girls
Always rate the best

To any man who reads this
And truly wants to know
If you have a Georgia girl
You should never let her go

It's okay to laugh.

I'm leaving at 4

But until then I will be iChat-ing it up with friends and posting the inanity here for your viewing and reading pleasure.

I call this series: Brandy Likes Teal

And in case anyone is wondering: Going to bed at 6AM on a work day is ALWAYS a bad idea, no matter how much cute teal one wears the next day.

And now for an explanation and something unoriginal

I came into work 3 hours late yesterday and then left early. The temperature may break 70 today. And I'm now 25. It's been quite a couple of days. I also haven't had time to write anything--there are many many stories I have to tell about Birthday Weekend 2006 as well as pictures that need to be posted. I'll give you a taste of what's to come: My birthday party's theme was Your Wildest Fantasies. You had to come dressed as your wildest fantasy. I was the only person who dressed up as usual and let me let you know, a girl gets ATTENTION when she's dressed as a cowgirl who needs to be taught a lesson in the barn.

But until I have time to write more I'll leave you with this random email I got today. It's a list of things to do to keep some insanity in your life. Have a chuckle, friends.


1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a
Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries
withthat.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In."

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten
Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors"

7. Finish All Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy."

8. Don't Use Any Punctuation

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk.

10. Ask People What Sex They Are. Laugh Hysterically After They Answer.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go."

12. Sing Along At The Opera.

13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds
All Day.

15.. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party
Because You're Not In The Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Hard.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won!, I Won!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling
"Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!"

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To
Have To Let One Of You Go."

And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity.......

20. Send This E-mail To Someone To Make Them Smile.. Its Called Therapy

It's official

I'm 25 now.

Guys have feelings too

And sometimes they express them over iChat.


Currently I'm a little on the outs with the male gender. No specific reason, just general annoyance at the fact that it's my birthday and my bedroom was not filled with roses when I woke up. Also I still haven't gotten that couple's getaway trip to the South Pacific yet. Maybe over dinner.

It's the little things you know?

What is hell?

Listening to Kidz Bop 9 on a loop.

Which is what I've been doing for an hour now. The whys are not important. Just know that I'm precariously close to slicing my wrists and/or throwing myself out of the window.

I have to keep remembering that it's my birthday and that I'll be off early today. The Lord doth work in mysterious ways.

Guess what?

It's my birthday!!!



Readers Note: The picture above is of a VERY HAPPY birthday girl!

I wasn't aware crack was still around

I always thought that "crack" wasn't a real drug. Just a kind of amalgamation of all kinds of bad drugs rolled into one, created to scare kids into thinking that a doing line of coke would make them bleed out and die immediately.

It is a real drug though and I can't say that I was surprised to see this in my Yahoo news headlines.



I mean take a look at this guy:



This is what they should show kids to keep them off drugs.

Here's my favorite line of the news story




How do you kick someone in the arm. Pete's a spry little man, huh?

I'm addicted to sudoku

And I thought I was pretty good. Apparently the internet thinks otherwise.

I'd like to know which assholes contributed to this:

A few things I hate

1. The fact that the shift key is right underneath the return key. I'm a terrible typer and I hit return accidentally all the time meaning that many an email has been sent before its time.
2. The IRS. Why? Because they just audited me for a job. Apparently they closed the case in December. Except that no one from the great agency decided to let me in on the fact that I was being audited.
3. Chapped lips and forgetting my chapstick at home
4. Creditor phone calls
5. Small barky dogs wearing ponchos and rain boots
6. The staff at Kinkos
   

$50

$50
Originally uploaded by marchsun.

I could have bought a shirt and some jeans on clearance at the Gap. But instead I bought myself and my friend two drinks that tasted like ass sweetened with Splenda and a sprinkling of cough syrup.

The Best Thing About Being In The Office Alone

I have Jerry Springer on the TV. And I sent my intern out to the deli for beer as soon as she got in so now I'm done with my to-do list and enjoying a bottle of deliciously ice cold Stella Artois.

The only thing that could make this day any better is if it were Friday instead of Wednesday.

Look at me!!

Brandy South Park
Originally uploaded by marchsun.

I'm hilarious!!

Date rape?

If the other person is really drunk and unresponsive
can one call date rape to make oneself feel better?
I think so.

PS: Just so everyone knows: I am all alone in my office today. That's right--if someone came in right now and shot me, there would be no witnesses. But on the bright side, I have been watching daytime TV since I got in at 9. I love daytime TV. It reminds me of the summers of my youth when I planned my days around Days Of Our Lives and HBO's movie schedule.

Word Association

What one word pops into your head when you see this picture?






I'll tell you what word:

ELEGANT.

A Game Of Threes--Baby Faced Celeb Edition

I would definitely have sex with:

I would give serious consideration to having sex with:

And folks, I would NEVER have sex with:

I'm bruised

Let me set the scene:

Walking down 9th Avenue in the Meatpacking District over by 14th Street. I'd just gone to the bank and was walking with my friend over to the Gansevoort Hotel to have high priced cocktails by the pool at the roof top bar and feel rich and important.

I was checking my cell messages when I happened to look over and into the window of this place called Pizza Bar. This is when I saw the hottest guy I may have ever seen in my life. He was working on his laptop and looking SO FINE. He looked up right and we made eye contact and I nearly fainted. I wasn't even hearing my messages, suddenly I was on an tropical island and my new hot boyfriend and I were lounging in the huge king size bed in our beach side villa, he's whispering in my ear, and....

I ran right into a street post. First my leg hit, then my head.

My new hot boyfriend saw all of this. And smiled.

So now there is a huge bruise on my thigh but I'm obsessively searching Craigslist missed connections. A girl can hope right?

How not to apply for an internship

This is a real email that I received last night. I put up an ad a month ago for an intern for me at my job. Interns are one of those necessary perks that I love. Why? Because they do everything I don't want to and do a better job than if I had done it and I still get a lot of the credit.


After I finished laughing, I went through to see what exactly was so retarded about it.

1. It's NOT a summer internship
2. He lives in CALIFORNIA
3. It's not the best idea to tell a future employer that you need a definite answer and then give a deadline
4. This guy is an asshole.

This is what I did at work today

Sometimes a girl needs to waste a little of her life on something amazing.


Just so you know, I LOVE David Duchovny. If my future husband could BE him or look JUST LIKE him, I would never want for anything else.

If I woke up next to this man every morning, I could have no job, be completely broke and crazy. But I would be happy. Because thta's how hot I think he is.

Gmail knows what I want

Thanks for reading my mind Gmail. You always know. You always know.

Whatever happened to....

....sometimes I'd be happier not knowing.

Once upon a time I was a sophomore in college and once upon a time I was CRAZY about a boy. I thought that the sun rose and fell on this guy. He was so hot and so funny and so….amazing. I was completely infatuated for about two years. Even after I found out that he kissed one of my friends. Even after I saw him kissing another girl in the lobby of our dorm. Even after my best friend took me for a ride one night to tell me that he’d just talked to my crush and that my crush’s exact words about me were “If something were going to happen with Brandy, it would have happened by now.”

I cried over this guy so much I could have filled a small pond. And I only really got over my crush my senior year of college when I started dating someone else really seriously. I hadn’t even thought about him in almost four years. But now thanks to Myspace, I’ve found him again.

And he’s married.

That’s right married.

Nothing ever happened with this guy—no kisses, no boob feel-up, no casual touching. We were friends and we hung out but I was too much of a pussy to make a move and he was clearly not interested. If I had been the woman I am now, I probably would have raped him sometime in the spring of 2001 but that’s neither here nor there. The point of the matter is, when you have these crushes that don’t work out you sometimes think that maybe, one day, ten years down the road.......maybe then? He'll realize how awesome I am and show up to....well I never thought past the "fuck like rabbits" part but anyway.

But then you find out he’s married after reading his Myspace profile.

Looking back, I still wish something had happened but I know I’m better since it didn’t. I got rejected by a HOT MAN, a MAJOR CRUSH. And I lived. I made it through. I became tougher for it and now when I want something, man or otherwise, I just go for it, consequences be damned. That which doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger.

But it still sucks to find out he’s married. However, I will take solace in pretending to myself that maybe after I get famous he'll remember me as The Girl Who Got Away and whenever he sees me on TV, he'll hear that song "There She Goes" by Sixpence None The Richer in his head.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

I'm not Irish in the least but I do love to drink to the extreme so I salute all of my Irish American brethren. There's a parade down Fifth Avenue going on right now. And I'm sure that there are about 15 Jack Patricks and/or Michael O'Malleys at various bars around the city who are already falling down drunk.

On a completely unrelated note, I watched the NCAA tourney for four hours straight last night. What did I learn from this? That college basketball players are just as hot now as they were when I was making my way through the team back in the great year of our lord 2002.

Headshots

I'm not an actress. Maybe once upon a time in high school I thought that it was the profession for me. But I realized by college that I didn't have the drive to go for it. So I stuck with being a writer and a drunk.

But Fate has a funny way of leading people into funny situations. For instance, at 12:30 today I have an audition. That's right--an audition to be a host of some new show. I won't bore you with details but just know that if I get this gig I will be RICH FOR THREE WEEKS.

So since I have this audition today I decided that with my lack of an agent, manager, and/or talent repping company, I should probably at least take in a headshot. Then I remembered that I don't have any headshots. But what I do have are about 100 pictures of myself that a director I used to work with took of me a year ago.

Now with the magic of Photoshop, some glossy photo paper, and a color printer, I have two of what could possibly be the worst headshots in history.

Which brings me to the point of this post:

The girls I'm up against for this show are all models. I saw all their lovely professionally done pictures with their beautifully done hair and makeup, flawless, gorgeous. I, on the other hand, photoshopped a couple of pictures of me in a black tank top and some mascara. Yet and still, today I will go into that casting room and I will hold my head high, smile really big and I will kick some model ass today.

Guns are Great

Especially when they are made of chocolate.

Behold--a birthday gift that a coworker received a couple of days ago.

And now behold Brandy having obvious fun with the chocolate gun.

Brandy=Fun

March Madness

To the untrained eye, I'm not much of a sports fan. But for three weeks in March I become consumed.

BY COLLEGE BASKETBALL.

I love everything about March Madness. Even the schools I've never heard of. My own college hasn't gotten a tournament invite in like three years but that doesn't keep me from finding new schools to get behind.

Having exchanged Multiple Smooches with many members of my alma mater's basketball team, I sat through endless games with endless signs that read "I love [fill in b-ball player I no longer talk to here]". I'd never been that into the sport but suddenly I was thrust into the thick of it and I came out not with a hot tall black boyfriend, but with an unparalleled love and respect for NCAA hoops.

My current lack of cable has put a bit of a damper on my basketball watching abilities but I have filled out my March Madness bracket and I'm happy to say that if I was a betting woman, my Final Four picks would bring me a lot of cash. That's right folks--look for UConn, Duke, Kansas and Florida to slug it out for the title. Even though I'm probably the only person on earth who doesn't have Duke taking it all, I feel confident that UConn is going to be this year's champ.


So if you need me during the next few weeks, I'll be at any sports bar becoming best friends with all the people rooting for my favorite team that night and hopefully having some cute guys buy me wings and beer.

Welcome to the future

I love living in 2006. Why?

Because for 30 British pounds I could get this.



Wait.....there's more.

My birthday is coming up folks. And I DO have an iPod that's full of music to orgasm to.

Try this. You'll love it.

I love the internet. Today I found this.

An online MASH game. Remember playing this in fourth grade? I always cheated so that I'd have a mansion and a hot husband.

It's also kind of refreshing to know that you were once able to simplify life into such basic catagories.

The Fat Mirror

I pull on my favorite butt hugging jeans and revel in my thinness. Top it off with a completely precious cleavage baring tank top that makes my medium b-cup boobs into lovely 36-C lovelies and I am feeling great about myself. God Brandy, you're SO cute.

Then I look into the mirror that I bought at KMart shortly after moving into my apartment.

Instead of a tall, lean size 4 (Abercrombie, American Eagle, and BCBG)/size 6 (in every thing else), what do I behold?

A FAT COW.

Now, I'm not a girl who complains about weight. I'm thin, I don't work out and I count Taco Bell, Waffle House and Krystal as three of my favorite restaurants. Whenever I'm around people who obsess about the muffin top spilling over their too-small Citizens of Humanity jeans, I sit back and secretly smile, knowing I've got room to spare in my brand new True Religions. When I hear the telltale complaint of "God, I'm so fat," I've been know to reply. "That's sucks. I'm so skinny." I'm a firm believer in girls coming to terms with their bodies and most times I refuse to be a sounding board for pretty girls ranting about their weight. I'm thin and if you can't come to terms with and love yourself, I don't have time to listen to your "I'm going to go work out" bullshit. I'm not going to work out--I'm going to have another french fry.

So of course, I have a fat mirror.

This mirror would make Lindsay Lohan look like Rosie O'Donnell. The warpedness of it probably has something to do with the fact that it's propped on top of the living room radiator. But still. It was a fat mirror before that. I stand in front of this mirror and my 5'8 frame is squished down about three inches. My hips have suddenly become the child bearing variety. My stomach could easily be housing three month old twin fetuses. My thighs look like they belong to a high school varisty girls soccer player. Even my back looks fat.

I want to throw this mirror off my roof. But currently I don't have the ten dollars it would take to replace it. It's times like these when one realizes that one really is broke.

I guess the point of this post is this: The only times I ever have Fat Moments are during PMS and whenever I check myself out in this fucking fat mirror. So now I know how my "I hate my body" friends feel and I feel slightly bad that whenever they complain, I've retorted "That's too bad...can you pass me another cookie....I'm going to have four more since you obviously shouldn't be eating them."

So cute I almost barfed.

But didn't

How to make a Brandy Crawford

Ingredients: 3 parts pride 5 parts self-sufficiency 5 parts beauty

Method: Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Top it off with a sprinkle of emotion and enjoy!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Who wants some of this Brandy Crawford? Especially since my birthday is so near!!

Pi Day

Math nerds everywhere will be toking up at 1:59 on today, March 14th in observance of Pi Day. For those of you who left math concepts back in 11th grade, Pi is a number, the approximation of which is 3.14159. So some dork decided to make today Pi Day.

That same dork's friend decided to one up his buddy so he made up Pi Approximation Day! Mark your calendars for July 22nd! Why this date? Because if you divide 22 by 7 you get 3.14!!! Wow!

It's at moments like this that I'm glad colleges offer the option to let people stay in school forever working on a multitude of math theory degrees. These people need somewhere to go, others to celebrate their dorkdom with. After I completed my own four and a half years of university debauchery I was kind of done with the whole learning new information deal. But some people can't let go. And some people make up holidays dedicated to infinite numbers.

I leave you with this question: Where would YOU be without pi? It's an answer not even I can fathom.

I'm going to hell.

Have you seen the ABC show Miracle Workers? Well I'm watching it right now and I'm trying so hard not to laugh that my stomach hurts.

The two miracles tonight are for a little Mexican boy with a weird spine and a farm girl with Tourette's. The farm girl is the worst for me right now. She keeps hitting herself in the head and making weird noises as she tries on wigs.

And I'm LAUGHING inside. I'm such a bad person sometimes. And my kids are probably going to be retarded. But maybe I can hope that they'll just be really hot but dumb as bricks.

If you're not watching this

....you should be.

Wife Swap. ABC. A family who loves medieval role playing and a black family. PRICELESS.

I LOVE IT.

PS: Once again, my home state is made to look like it's full of complete dumbasses. This family "uses their imaginations to travel to different lands!"

And here is a funny bio from a previous show.

Sometimes, It's NOT News

So maybe it shouldn't be one of the breaking news headlines.


Some highlights:
"I will NOT be compared to some amateur eighth grade sqaud."

My college was in the SEC. The schools in the SEC really like to win. REALLY like to win.

They give a damned good blowjob though.


Sounds like the opening shot of a Lifetime movie.



You will. You will!!

Welcome Leia!!

This is the newest addition to my family. She was born Friday and don't worry--she'll grow into that nose.




PS: She is NOT named after Princess Leia. In case you didn't notice my family is black.

Hello Sunshine

I love it when it's hot outside. I could be having the shittiest ay imaginable but if the sun is shining and it's hot outside, nothing short of a death in the family can bring me down.

Add this wonderful sunshine to the fact that my birthday is in 17 days and you;ve got a very happy girl on your hands.

I'd also like to share a line from last night.

The scene: Three girls completely fucked up at 3am in the living room of a New York apartment. One is completely passed out on the couch. The other two are looking at pictures of baby animals on the internet.

Girl #1: "I'm an animal lover. I just love cute little baby animals! I just love them so much I want to squeeze them! I want to just squeeze them and love them. But you can't just do that because they're so little--if I just squeeze 'em as hard as I want to I'll kill them."

This conversation was immediately followed by an in-depth discussion on the exact number of times Julianne Moore has been on the cover of InStyle magazine and why this is so.

I'm working today

That's right--really working. In fact, I'm in early because there's THAT much work to be done. But I want to let it be known that the high for today in New York is 68 degrees. Fahrenheit.

Awesome.

Ten Things I Did Today

It's almost four. Which means that while I may still physically be at work, mentally I am already on my way home.

So I've decided to reflect on what I've done today. Since I'm always SO productive.

1. obsessed over the fact that no one ever posts missed connections on Craigslist looking for me.
   
2. ate a grilled cheese sandwich
3. made fun of a co-worker who was passed out drunk on the sofa bed in one of the edit rooms
4. drank a peach Snapple iced tea (delicious!)
5. was misinformed that my cousin was in labor. She's not.
6. downloaded a shitload of country music
7. organized my filing cart
8. talked to my roommate on the phone on six separate occasions
9. ate some potato chips
10. flirted with the Poland Springs delivery guy

I'm being paid for all of the above. Life is good.

First Yanni, now this?

Have you beat your wife yet? Apparently it's all the rage.

First it was Yanni. Now another important cultural icon has shattered the godlike image society has impressed upon him.

Let's all welcome David Hasselhoff to the Wifebeater Club.

Yahoo News provides a wonderful story about it.

Here are a few of my favorite excerpts:
But wait! He HAS A PAST!!!!

What kind of personal issues?


A drunk? David H is a drunk?!!? What has the world come to? Come on, this guy---a drunk?



Also for your reading pleasure, a poem I found online about David Hasselhoff

We worship you, worship you, David Hasselhoff!

Where do you live? In a castle of course,

with lawns awash with your fans,

glorious choruses, playing of bands,

the joy and delerium of being quite near

to Hasselhoff! Hasselhoff! Hasselhoff's here!

We adore you, beseech you, implore you oh lord,

drop down your shield and show us your sword!

One time we tried to hire out a glider

to fly over you and Kitt filming Knight Rider.

Then into an elephant I cut a gray notch

before sitting down to see you in Bay Watch.

The Hasselhoff doll that I keep in my room

full size with a jacket that I pray to in times of prospective doom,

it saves me, delivers me, exports me to lands

where I'm shielded from danger by your gentle hands.

But most of all we adore your heavy brown hair,

your muscular body and jaw firm and square.

Oh Hasselhoff, Hasselhoff, Hasselhoff D -

you're more of a man than I'll ever be!

I don't know who wrote it but IT'S HILARIOUS. And there's more pictures and fun where it came from.

Destiny? Probably not.

I just answered the phone here at work and the guy had the wrong number.

He was like "Is this [insert company name here]?"

"No," I replied. "This is [insert my company name]."

His reply? "Oh, I'm sorry......but you sound really cute. Have a good day! Bye."

Should I have kept talking? Was that the man of my dreams with a wrong number? Did I just hang up on my destiny?

And just so everyone knows.......I am listening to Garth Brooks right now. And I LOVE IT.

Brandy's Thoughts On The Oscars

I used to love the Oscars. Up until a few years ago they were always held near my birthday and I used to practice my acceptance speech in the mirror pretending that not only was I so happy to have been chosen for the coveted Best Actress award but it couldn't have come at a better time because Oscar night was also my birthday.

But now the show comes on at the beginning of March so that scenario is blown to shit. I also don't really want to be an actress anymore.

I caught the end of the telecast last Sunday and I know everyone's panties are in a twist because Brokeback Mountain lost to Crash. Having seen and liked both movies, I've got something to say.

Feel free to accept and present my opinions to your friends as your own opinions.

People are saying that Brokeback Mountain didn't win because Hollywood isn't ready to accept a gay cowboy romance. This implies that they are lots of gay cowboy romances that are being overlooked. Is it just me or is Brokeback Mountain the ONLY gay cowboy movie maybe ever that isn't a porn? Also, Heath Ledger still isn't that happy in the end--his union with Jake G (SO HOT!) was never accepted and (spoiler for those who haven't seen it!!) Jake G is killed for being gay. So basically the gist that I got is that the gay cowboy life is a pretty miserable one. Which is what gay bashers want us to think anyway. So maybe by not choosing this movie for Best Picture, maybe the Academy is trying to say, "Hey--Ang Lee--if you'd let Jake live since he is SO INCREDIBLY hot maybe you'd be taking home a Best Pic win."

And Crash is a great movie! Everything about it is good. And I think that it's pretty great that a movie like it won. It would be different if Princess Diaries 2 was voted Best Picture.

So why the argument? Aren't there more interesting things to debate about anyway? Like the fact that South Dakota's governor just outlawed abortions? You have to ask yourself the internal question: Hollywood debate or human rights? Hmm.

Let's get some priorities straight, kids.

Oh the Chinese.

What a funny group of Communists they are. All of this government censorship just puts a smile on my face. Especially since it 2006 and NOT 1312.




Who's proud to be a Canadian now?

What I Miss Most About College

Two words: Spring Break.

Here was a week of one's life in which absolutely anything was permissible. Flashing one's breasts in a Kentucky Fried Chicken along the Panama City Beach strip, having a fraternity boy go down on one at 2am in the middle of Mallory Square in Key West, throwing up in the canal at the Venetian in Las Vegas....on Spring Break, anything goes.

But after college, suddenly it's not okay to take off a week in late March purely for the purpose of finding a beach with a main strip that's full of frat boys spilling out of SUVs with Michigan State frat bummer stickers.

I went all out for spring break all four years of college. These excursions always involved me and too many friends packed into a car heading for a week of meaningless kisses and dance floor fingerbanging from guys in wife beaters and flip flops. These were some of my best college memories.

I found this today.

What? Oh no!!


So the Girls Gone Wild videos are REAL?? Spring break means "heavier than usual drinking" and "increased sexual activities"? Not just the beach and fun with girlfriends?

Just so everyone knows--when combining heavy drinking with lots of sunbathing and hot guys watching you, black outs and orgies and future abortions are pretty much par for the course. What happens on spring break, stays on spring break people.

And of course we'll need some statistics:


Please note that only 10 percent regret orgies. From this (and also from my own experiences in a hotel sofa bed with a couple of friends and frat boys) I can infer that spring break has a way of bringing out anyone's inner slut.

Also--the 40 percent who regretted passing out and not remembering what they did actually totally remember everything they did but are completely embarrassed because it involved a blow job and a KFC bathroom.


Of course you have to have the "other side." The people who don't go on spring break. And for the record, Ms. Kite is not helping Habitat for Humanity out of the goodness of her heart. She just doesn't have any friends.


Don't we all Gemma. Don't we all.

Wow

First I saw this.

Then I went to the website.

And now I am laughing so hard I'm crying and I can't wait to have some more down time so that I can search the database.

She made a joke!

My roommate made an inadvertent joke today. I'll share it with you now. So you know--she's in the process of telling me about some guy she knows who might give her his old phone which is actually a nice Razor phone.

Wifebeaters

A little
1:30pm Fun
With
Photoshop.