So I am mad.
Yes, we have established that fact but compared to some of the sick fuckers on the internet I am really just delightfully eccentric…
With an amazingly clean house.
Right now I have two speeds… sit on my arse with my limbs full of some substance that is concrete like and stare at pinterest or pulling apart my entire house and cleaning and throwing away ALL OF THE THINGS OMG WHY DO WE HAVE ALL THE SHIT?!?!?! and then posting pictures of it on Instagram.
Oh and eyes bugging out of my head like a cartoon character while I try to remember to breathe properly.
Which is always attractive.
Good thing I haven’t left the house cause I forgot to put underwear on this morning. Tomorrow it will probably be pants.
Something that has made me laugh till I cried:
Yeah, yeah… hell. Handbasket full of cheese that has been left in the sun…
But you laughed. Admit it.
This has been sent to me in various forms 487.5 times in the last week…
Heh heh heh.
My room is still fabulous and now all my cupboards are clean and tidy and no fucker is allowed ANY WHERE NEAR the pantry cause it took forever but now looks like this…
(need to send MPS out for some more jars… because that Nutrigrain and bag of long grain rice ARE RUINING MY VISION OMG!)
I am running out of places to declutter…
I did my handbags today. With an s. There are lots of them.
But never, ever enough.
As an aside:
Remote control motherfucking candles. I can’t even…
My nights are spent fucking around on Twitter and Facebook and planning the BEST PARTY IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER for Moo’s 21st.
Thank fuck for internet shopping, eh?
And paypal (and advertisers that put money IN that paypal account to pay for the BEST PARTY IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVER… MWAH MWAH)
Unfortunately a side effect of my burst of energy is I cannot concentrate on anything longer than five… SQUIRREL!! Which is kind of frustrating when I am searching for LED pillar candles for the banquet table and end up on pinterest pinning breakfast foods.
So needless to say my google reader is groaning and my sidebar biatches have been sorely neglected in the MB2 comment love department. Sorry about that.
How about you let me know what you are up to in the comments below, link to a blog post you want a comment on, if I am not following you on twitter or facebook (or like your page) hit me up with your deets or just follow me over there and give me a holler.
Cause I miss you guise and I need something to do when the crash finally comes or while I am laying awake willing my brain to shut the fuck up already.