So in all my disheveledness as of late, I completely forgot to observe and celebrate the one year anniversary of this blog. Yes, it has been over a year since I launched this stream of cyberbabble into the interweb of russian spammers and random stat web-site search engines.
At least as far as I can tell, that is my audience.
Let us not forget the porn sites that somehow link through this blog.
I am almost flattered that porn sites think this blog is a good thruway for them.
But it's probably only because I say Fuck as much as I do please on here.
So in honor of my 1 year and 1 month anniversary I do declare.............?
Fuck em all!!!!!
All y'all Kenny and Kelly muthafuckaz!
It is my friend zone homiez keepin me off the ledge.
They be holdin my hair back when I puke.
Takin me home and puttin the covers over me when I am too spun and screaming,
"I don't wanna be a lesbian, please fuck me!"
Ok, so that didn't happen, but it might.
No, no, no. All I am sayin is that November is this insanely nostalgic time for me.
Damn near drank myself to death because of it last year. Utterly disheveled.
A good example being when I drank all that rum and e-mailed that guy saying some shit about riding horses in the dessert and then threw up on my computer. Cuz I'm a Queen, mind you.
This year, barely crushin on anyone and a little bit reaching for faded memories of Tony and his sexy fucking voice. Old friends from long ago holdin me down by blowing up my facebook with tunes reflective of people who know me well. And what a Honey B has got for all a y'all alike, is this tune, right here.
Happy Anniversary to all my homie lover friends. And readers alike. Still Disheveled bitchezzzz!
At least as far as I can tell, that is my audience.
Let us not forget the porn sites that somehow link through this blog.
I am almost flattered that porn sites think this blog is a good thruway for them.
But it's probably only because I say Fuck as much as I do please on here.
So in honor of my 1 year and 1 month anniversary I do declare.............?
Fuck em all!!!!!
All y'all Kenny and Kelly muthafuckaz!
It is my friend zone homiez keepin me off the ledge.
They be holdin my hair back when I puke.
Takin me home and puttin the covers over me when I am too spun and screaming,
"I don't wanna be a lesbian, please fuck me!"
Ok, so that didn't happen, but it might.
No, no, no. All I am sayin is that November is this insanely nostalgic time for me.
Damn near drank myself to death because of it last year. Utterly disheveled.
A good example being when I drank all that rum and e-mailed that guy saying some shit about riding horses in the dessert and then threw up on my computer. Cuz I'm a Queen, mind you.
This year, barely crushin on anyone and a little bit reaching for faded memories of Tony and his sexy fucking voice. Old friends from long ago holdin me down by blowing up my facebook with tunes reflective of people who know me well. And what a Honey B has got for all a y'all alike, is this tune, right here.
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