**edited to add: I totally misspelt Morrissey and no one picked it up. And, far too late now probably, apparently when I insert youtube clips they don’t show up in feedreaders and the lazy douches that don’t click over from their feedreaders to ensure that I get my 3 cents a month from the ads to pay for the geriatric medications I am now on don’t actually KNOW that there is a youtube clip embedded in the post and are all ‘what the fuck is she smoking’ and I would be all ‘nothing, now thanks for reminding me biatches’ and then realise that it was probably not a good idea to abuse my lovelies at the start of a post that has already gone to the feedreaders and the people I am abusing will probably never see this so just ignore if you read this. K?**
Oh the cuteness.
Oh the adorableness.
Oh the OMGiness.
Makes me want to go and punch a puppy. I mean, hug the world.
Who am I kidding? I think I just went into a diabetic coma from the sweetness and I don’t wanna do that again cause Michael Jackson was in there hugging the bunnehs and not wearing that surgical mask and I could totally see his brain through his nose holes and it is like one of those arty farty things where the mirror is reflected in the mirror, reflected in the mirror, reflected in the mirror and I was sucked into his brain and it was made of marshmallow.
I hate marshmallow.
I need to find a kitten to kick.
Especially now seeing I lost this fucking post to the WordPress 2.7 Gods (who are all upgrade to our new WordPress 2.7.1 already biatch! We keep reminding you and you are all lalalalalalala not listening. We will continue to smite your arse until you upgrade) and had to write it all over again and now it is slightly different but Michael Jacksons brain is still made of marshmallow. Cause WordPress 2.7 eating my post does not change the facts just how they are relayed.
In other news, The Golden Child is in the hospital. Fucker trying to steal my thunder.
So I totally called him as he was coming out of surgery and his angel of a girlfriend held the phone up to his head so I could say ‘Fucker trying to steal my thunder. I had a stroke I WIN!’
And then my boss called me into his office to tell me that my job has been reclassified AGAIN and I have to reapply for it AGAIN and then he was all ‘how are you feeling?’ and I was all ‘see this in my hands? This is your pancreas do you want it replaced orally or rectally?’ and then I went home and ate a diet chocolate bar.
And that shit is fucked. Cause it was more air than chocolate and I kept looking at the wrapper going ‘WTF? Where did it go?’ and realised that they are right when they say ‘Snickers really satisfies’ cause low fat diet chocolate is an abomination.
So I watched this:
and now I have my own list biatches. Best you don’t be on it.