This is a repost from early 2008. It is relevant today as it was back in teh olden days.
Click on the pics to biggerize. If you dare, cause DAY-UM!
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I am not sure how it happened. What I was doing or where I was supposed to be. I think I was Stumbling or just mindlessly surfing or feeling masochistic and looking for a Hello Kitty icepick to repeatedly stab myself in the eye with but I came across this:
And thought. What the fuck? That is IN-freaking-SANE! So I googled.
Yes, people I googled.
As Ree, my lickable Hotfessional says, Oh Mah Holy Hell.
At first it was funny. At first I was laughing. And then during the wee hours of the morning, while Boo was careening around the room flappin’ and dancin’ and getting his groove on, I started to get scared.
Don’t fear weapons of mass destruction, brain eating zombies, finding Osama down the back of your couch chowing down on the stray M&M’s and belly button lint…
Fear the Kitty. She is on a course of world domination.
When I was a kid I was given a Hello Kitty stationery set. And miniature tea set. I loved them with all my heart and never took them out of their packaging, lest I waste them. They took pride of place on my dressing table, next to my hairbrush microphone and my tiara (yes, I was a princess even then. Princesses are born, not made) eventually gifted down to my daughters. Who destroyed them within minutes.
Kids these days, no freaking respect.
But never in my wildest dreams would I expect the innocent little Kitty to get so, well fucking weird.
And there are grown women obsessed with the Kitty. Dressing as the Kitty. Living and breathing the Kitty.
Menstruating with the Kitty.
Forget the purdy hairdryers, ribbons, toothbrushes and Goddess only knows what else…
They are shitting in the Kitty,
and making their men folk piss on the Kitty, and that is all kinds of kinky.
And speaking of kinky…
they are getting their freak on with the Kitty.
But in a safe and responsible way of course .
And after they have worked out with the Kitty,
mowed the lawns,
and checked out if their breath is socially acceptable as well as their psyche, they go out to snare a husband to finance their tiny deity addiction.
With their mesmerizing eyes.
That match the wedding dress.
Of course Hubby is not left out.
And then after jetting off on a honeymoon at the Sanrio Store,
they come home to play WoW with all their friends.
While getting stoned.
and eating pizza,
ensuring that their banana doesn’t catch a cold …
lest they need to barf.
Which I just may after this:
and then I just stopped looking cause it was dawn, Boo was passed out on the floor and I had a hankering for some salad.
And that is just all kinds of wrong.
I feel ya, puddy, I feel ya…