Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Blog Shog: Fangirl SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I GOT MY TICKETS FOR JIM JEFFERIES IN BOSTON! (Thanks to the Fabulous Alicia for telling me that the Wilbur had announced the show FINALLY.) OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

(First time in my life I've bothered to do a presale. Celebricrush, how you rock my comedy world and drain my entertainment wallet. Although I may guilt Mum into making this an early b-day present. Sometimes, it pays to be an only child. Besides, she OWES me for Foxwoods. /end whine)

OK, I'll stop now. I'm just in a Tigger bouncy mood today. For a very, very good reason. I went to yoga class! (Well, that's a PART of it, but...)

NOT GONNA JINX IT!!!!!

Shit, gotta remember to download the podcast tonight.

Lalalalalalala gonnaseeJiminBostoninnaFRONTrow an'NEVERYOUMINDWHYELSE!
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