Yay ... its #christmas eve
Oh happy happy joy joy.
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Wanna know how Hitler celebrated?? Dude, you gotta see this!
Yep, checkered vans. Dude, the shock absorption in the padding on my polka dotted Roxys wore out MONTHS ago. I totally forgot what shoes are supposed to feel like. AHHHH!! I feel like I am walking on clloouuuddsssssssssss ... well maybe not clouds, but I do feel like little magical elves are massaging my feet with each step that I take. Feels. Sooooo. GOOD!!
So now I am rocking a striped sweater, with my leopard spirithood, with checkered vans. YAY for being the most AWESOMELY unmatched person on the planet!! JIGGA JIGGA JIGGA!!!!!! =) =) =)
thx mom and dad for the early christmas gift!! whoop whoop!!!
YAYY!!! I am so friggen excitedddd todayyyyy!!!! I am getting NEW SHOES!!!!!!!! Dude, way to be a minimalist and totally put in perspective just how fucking AWESOME it is to get NEW SHOES!!! I used to be one of those chicks with a 50 pair collection. What a waste. Now, I happily own 5 pairs, which even as is seems a bit excessive, but it's LA. You just need basic pairs for different occasions ... and yeah ... on that note HIT IT PAOLO!!
*HappyDanceHappyDanceHappyDance*
Alrite. My stocking stuffer gift from the parentals to myself, is a new pair of Vans or Ponys. YAYY!! Dude, perfect timing considering that I have literally worn out all of the shock absorption in them ... on top of the fact that these things are holier than swiss cheese.
That being said ... you guys got pretty pissed when I didn't offer up my last pair of Ponys to give away on the site. So yeah, if anyone wants 'em, speak now of forever hold your piece of pizza. You'd have to pay for shipping as I am still a broke mofo ... but if you want 'em they're yours. They're super smelly and super Jen-y so if that floats your boat or flogs your flugen go right ahead!
I can tell you this, whenever the pilot airs ... these shoes were the ones that I met with the Hollywood god in. Even posted on 'em. So in that regard, who knows ... maybe some day it'll be worth something, maybe not. Your call.
I'll give you guys til Christmas to decide, then they're hitting el garbagio.
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PS. Can't wait for my new shoes tomorrow. Dude, I'm totally getting the cheapest and tackiest pair I can find. PINK FLAMINGOS FTW!!! =) =) =)
It's a really rad time to be a social media guru, expert, one eyed monkey, ninja; the world wants your opinion.
This just happened ...
A man called a health insurance crowd trying to get access to his son's medical files. He wanted to be listed as the primary account holder of the minor, so the lady was all, sure! Send in a statement of sorts (pardon the lack of professional knowledge of the exact terminology of the form, but you get the jist) from the mother, who is currently listed on the file, and we'll get the ball rolling.
The man did, and the lady looked down at the paper, and noticed that it said the mother was deceased. A bit suspicious, as the cause of death said "pending" - she submitted the paper to the legal department. The legal department in turn googled the woman's name.
The first thing that popped up was her MySpace page. Upon clicking it, the lawyers noticed that her status had been updated a number of days after her death with the words "He Didn't Do It." I shit you not. No explanation to the "mood," but needless to say it raised a few eyebrows.
The lawyers didn't really know what to make of the MySpace page, and what it all meant ... so who do they call? That nerdy chick!!!
Yep, pretty hilarious. Apparently this chick had been in a custody battle with that dude, and needless to say it didn't end well for her. Previous posts and comments had indicated her dismay for her ex, and that she was going to get him and yada yada. Looks like he beat you to the punch, chica. No pun intended.