tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35768841738954729852023-11-15T05:29:41.825-08:00Adventures of a dramaticgirlI am a unique combination of awesome and ridiculous and I thought I would share. You're welcome.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-58164039468702008942013-03-22T21:16:00.002-07:002013-03-22T21:16:57.619-07:00UnimpressedSo..apparently this has turned into the venting spot. I'm fucking angry right now. I'm tired of people that tell me who I can be with, or around, or if I can smoke, or drink, or live. I don't fucking care what you think of me, or my boyfriend, or how We spend our money. It's Ours. Fuck you. If we want to spend all our money on smokes and weed and booze, it's nobody's business but ours.<br />
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We are adults. We work. We earn our money. We can spend it however the fuck we want. I hate the people that tell me we drink too much or smoke too much or sleep too much.<br />
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My roommate has no job, has no money, and seems to think he can tell me that I'm a lazy person and I should work more. Listen here you punk motherfucker, I have a job. My man is up every morning at 4:30 to go to work. If he drinks 20 beers before bed, every fucking day of his life, that's his perogitive. If I want to smoke 7 grams of weed and a pack of smokes every day, that's mine. You, at 22, and doing nothing with your life, don't get to tell us shit.<br />
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You want to tell me that he can't be here every day because he has his own house, that's fine too, but don't expect me to pay for anything other than the room I sleep in, because I won't be here at all. He has roommates, they have small kids, we just want to spend time together.<br />
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No one is telling me what I can do. I'm a fucking grown ass woman. Fuck you. Fuck your "rules". Fuck you telling me I'm lazy when all you do is sleep, watch movies, and snort coke. Go fuck yourself. I'm done with you.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-13961489912155325502013-03-21T21:36:00.000-07:002013-03-21T21:36:36.979-07:00Good timesSpending time with the boyfriend. Learning more about him every day. Loving more about him every day. I am ridiculously excited about the future. Life is good. Stay golden, eh? <3 DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-31346712215633160782013-03-19T22:50:00.000-07:002013-03-19T22:50:01.685-07:00I'M SORRY!!I am an epic fail of epic ridiculous proportions. I promised to post more and then my laptop went back into the pawn shop and stayed there for a couple months. Then I got it back. And it was slow and laggy and needed thousands of updates.<br />
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I'm so lazy I don't even like to wear pants. Patience is not my virtue. So updates that take days? Fuck, no.<br />
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Also, I went and fell head over heels stupid, giggling, photo-taking, PDA exchanging love. He is amazing. I have been in love with him for a million years. So I'm not angsty. Or stressed out. Or very funny.<br />
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I should have new material though because we are moving in together. And we are hilarious people. So yeah. Here I am. Nice to see you. Lets add more people to this other outlet of social media whoredom, shall we? Cheers. <3DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-74845758841961312542012-10-24T17:26:00.002-07:002013-03-19T22:50:17.246-07:00I promise to post more. I promise!!!DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-62164284649587145852011-03-17T22:08:00.000-07:002011-03-17T22:08:37.172-07:00Just to the left of famous..So, I am addicted to Twitter, and it usually treats me well. I have posted almost 3000 tweets, and have gotten a few responses from "celebrities" and authors I respect and admire..and then....<br />
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I posted a tweet about the Fun Fearless Males in Cosmo magazine last month. They were beautiful, and I quite liked it. So Cosmo magazine re-tweeted it ( which is posting it on their own page, so their followers can see it. ) Which was cool, and I appreciated.<br />
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The other day, I bought the new issue of Cosmo after work, and I was sitting outside having a smoke, I came across What People Are Talking About, and the second tweet they put was mine. Now, I will tell you with all honesty, that I have never been so excited in my life! I came running inside, and started yelling random things at my man, who gave me that blank look that men give you when they are playing video games.<br />
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It's been a couple days, and I'm still as excited as I was when I found it. It's not every day, that out of probably thousands of tweets, that they picked mine and put it in their magazine.<br />
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In other news, I found the money to pay my lawyer without resorting to prostitution or selling drugs or a kidney. :)<br />
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I close with a post from Facebook that made me smile..I hope you do too.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN BRITISH COLUMBIA</strong><br />
1. Vancouver : 1.5 million people and two bridges. You do the math.<br />
2. Your $400,000 Vancouver home is just 5 hours from downtown.<br />
3. You can throw a rock and hit three Starbucks locations.<br />
4. There's always some sort of deforestation protest going on.<br />
5. Weed.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN ALBERTA</strong><br />
1. Big rock between you and B.C.<br />
2. Ottawa who?<br />
3. Tax is 5% instead of the approximately 200% it is for the rest of the country.<br />
4. You can exploit almost any natural resource you can think of.<br />
5. You live in the only province that could actually afford to be its own country.<br />
6. The Americans below you are all in anti-government militia groups.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN SASKATCHEWAN</strong><br />
1. You never run out of wheat.<br />
2. Your province is really easy to draw.<br />
3. You can watch the dog run away from home for hours.<br />
4. People will assume you live on a farm.<br />
5. Daylight savings time? Who the hell needs that!<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN MANITOBA</strong><br />
1. You wake up one morning to find that you suddenly have a beachfront property.<br />
2. Hundreds of huge, horribly frigid lakes.<br />
3. Nothing compares to a wicked Winnipeg winter.<br />
4. You can be an Easterner or a Westerner depending on your mood.<br />
5. You can pass the time watching trucks and barns float by.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN ONTARIO</strong><br />
1. You live in the centre of the universe.<br />
2. Your $400,000 Toronto home is actually a dump.<br />
3. You and you alone decide who will win the federal election.<br />
4. The only province with hard-core American-style crime.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN QUEBEC</strong><br />
1. Racism is socially acceptable.<br />
2. You can take bets with your friends on which English neighbour will move out next.<br />
3. Other provinces basically bribe you to stay in Canada .<br />
4. You can blame all your problems on the "Anglo A*#!%!"<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN NEW BRUNSWICK</strong><br />
1. One way or another, the government gets 98% of your income.<br />
2. You're poor, but not as poor as the Newfies.<br />
3. No one ever blames anything on New Brunswick .<br />
4. Everybody has a grandfather who runs a lighthouse.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN NOVA SCOTIA</strong><br />
1. Everyone can play the fiddle. The ones who can't, think they can.<br />
2. You can pretend to have Scottish heritage as an excuse to get drunk and wear a kilt.<br />
3. You are the only reason Anne Murray makes money.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND</strong><br />
1. Even though more people live on Vancouver Island , you still got the big, new bridge.<br />
2. You can walk across the province in half an hour.<br />
3. You can drive across the province in two minutes.<br />
4. Everyone has been an extra on "Road to Avonlea."<br />
5. This is where all those tiny, red potatoes come from.<br />
6. You can confuse ships by turning your porch lights on and off at night.<br />
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<strong>TOP REASONS TO LIVE IN NEWFOUNDLAND</strong><br />
1. If Quebec separates, you will float off to sea.<br />
2. If you do something stupid, you have a built-in excuse.<br />
3. The workday is about two hours long.<br />
4. It is socially acceptable to wear your hip waders to your wedding.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-75565767089197083422011-01-25T07:02:00.000-08:002011-01-25T07:02:49.291-08:00and a good day to you...Do you have any idea how hard it is to sell a kidney around here?<br />
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I am trying to find legal ways to make money, and aside from selling a kidney, or maybe renting my uterus..I'm having a hard time coming up with ideas. My wife, because she is awesome is having a bake sale/fundraiser through her economics class to help me raise some money, and I am working 4 or 5 days a week...but damn this is hard!<br />
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And prostitution is out, I don't really want to have sex with strangers. So is any kind of illegal activity because<br />
a) I'm not a devious or evil person and crime isn't really my style and<br />
b) My lawyer probably wouldn't appreciate dirty money. He's not P. Diddy. (That would be kind of cool though)<br />
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So I sit, and I think, and I work at night making my customers laugh, and serving the best pizza and steak in town. Collecting tips, hoping to win the lottery, and thinking about a career in Stand Up Comedy...and what it would feel like to wake up in a bathtub full of ice.<br />
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Cheers,<br />
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MeDramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-42910651797722656232011-01-03T20:44:00.000-08:002011-01-03T20:44:34.781-08:00An Epic Wave of FrustrationSo..I haven't posted in forever because I am<br />
a.) Busy<br />
b.) Lazy<br />
c.) Moderately Forgetful<br />
d.) A complete scatterbrain<br />
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I am currently on break from my classes at school, which is good, because I have a shitload of homework to do, but also, because I am stressing about a million different things right now, and it's hard to make my brain focus on Real Estate projects when I owe out thousands and thousands of dollars that I don't have to roughly one million people. I will probably never own my own home (unless I marry rich) so fuck all these fake bastards that have 2 or 3.<br />
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My other major issue is court. I'm in a stupid battle for something I already have, that no one should be able to take away from me in the first place. But..I won't go into details..this isn't WikiLeaks.<br />
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I am working part time, I am going to school, I have a child, and among other things...I am being pulled in what feels like a million directions, with little thoughts bubbles surrounding me, and everyone in the yelling. Grades up, attendance up, tuition paid, go to work, raise your son, keep your home life happy, be faithful, be honest, be true,be all you can be. FUCK THAT. How do people manage to keep themselves going and not burn out from all that life throws at you??<br />
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I have been through worse. I beat a crippling addiction, and a life on the streets. I have a beautiful, healthy, happy child, and a nice home. I work hard, I try to be decent. I know that I'm moody, and sometimes I'm hard to live with..but who wouldn't be? I dare someone to walk in my shoes, and tell me that you can do a better job, after the life that I led, and the way I abused the world around me, and grow to be a strong and independant healthy adult.<br />
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I know that things are going to work out, but the stress of money is almost overwhelming. I can make it. I am determined. My child deserves everything life can offer, and I will be the one to provide it to him.<br />
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I'm not sure where this all came from, but I'm tired, and I need to go to bed.<br />
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Happy New Year. 2011 better watch it. I'm going to kick this years ASS.<br />
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xoDramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-51962850005505959602010-11-22T18:48:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:48:49.486-08:00The Truth as learned by the Internet<h1><a href="http://thatswhatwedo.iobad.com/post/1548995050/truth-for-mature-humans" rel="bookmark">Truth for Mature Humans </a></h1><section> 1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.<br />
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.<br />
3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.<br />
4. There is great need for a sarcasm front.<br />
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?<br />
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?<br />
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.<br />
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.<br />
9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.<br />
10. Bad decisions make good stories.<br />
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.<br />
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.<br />
13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.<br />
14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this - ever.<br />
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dang it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?<br />
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.<br />
17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.<br />
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.<br />
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.<br />
20. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.<br />
21. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.<br />
22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.<br />
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.<br />
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.<br />
25. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?<br />
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!<br />
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.<br />
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?<br />
29. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.<br />
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.<br />
31. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.<br />
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button<br />
from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!<br />
</section>DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-59249161427313123302010-11-22T13:44:00.000-08:002010-11-22T18:49:43.425-08:00I have been hiding under the covers..I'm sorrySo I have been away for a bit, mostly because I can't seem to find something funny to say..sure I can find things on the internet that are funny, but everyone does that. I could post updates about my life..but that's what Facebook is for. I could condense it into 140 characters..but that is why they have Twitter. So basically I'm kind of stuck..and not sure how to remedy the situation.<br />
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I added some new stuff to the layout to make it more fun, and an adult content warning. Because I'm socially responsible. Ha. That makes me giggle. Which is immature. So I suppose I am a direct contradiction of myself. Great. More angst. I thought that ended when I left my teens. "Who am I?" Shit, that's more of a question now than it's ever been.<br />
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Oh..shit..that's getting deep..hmm a change of subject. Ok..remember my post about snow? Well that was just a joke that Mother Nature decided to drop on us. It barely stuck. 7 days ago..it started snowing, and it has barely stopped. Not to mention the -20 temp. with an added -10 windchill. Good god. I hate winter. It makes me vile and angry. It also makes me yell at random strangers for things like not shovelling the sidewalk. Really? Asshole..it's been snowing for a week and you can't get off your ass to shovel once? I'm not doing your sidewalk, you are 3 blocks away from me..and I live on a corner lot..so I have more sidewalk anyway.<br />
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It seriously makes me want to beat people up. Which is not really helpful. And makes me late for classes. Which when you are going to school for a legal assistant diploma is not exactly effective or legal. lol. <br />
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So anyway..I will try and think of something good to post. Until then. Hyperbole and a half and Books of Adam are the two best blogs on the internet if you love to laugh. I want to be them. Not at the same time..but individually for an hour or two..would be cool. :)<br />
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Stay warm. Because Winter fucking sucks.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-39092085848222659242010-10-27T18:02:00.000-07:002010-10-27T18:02:10.494-07:00These are the friends I have??!!DISCLAIMER!!!! IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, PLEASE SKIP THE FOLLOWING POST! If you are kind of offended, you will probably laugh. We mean NO OFFENSE!!!!!<br />
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<li class="uiUfiComment comment_14122533 ufiItem ufiItem"><div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"><a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=821044025" tabindex="-1"></a><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"> </div><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=821044025" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=821044025">Tanis </a> <span data-jsid="text">deep dark cave........he led us to wut.....OSAMA BIN FUCKING LADIN....and i was all........A LALALALALALALALALAL DIRKA DIRKA G-HAD BINDER!!!!!!!........... now to any normal american that would sound digustingly scary and a little bit offensive but to osama....mutherfucker took me in like i was his own suicidal son........</span><div class="uiTextSubtitle commentActions"><abbr data-date="Mon, 25 Oct 2010 20:46:23 -0700" title="Monday, October 25, 2010 at 9:46pm"><br />
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</a><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=821044025" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=821044025">Tanis </a><span data-jsid="text"> turned around to find the fucking goat chasing me WTS running through iraq to save my life and i have a FUCKING GOAT TRYING TO HUMP MY LEG ( i know wut ur thinking...wut about the WMD) turns out that it was osama's dialisas machine....no wonder he passed out so quickly (GOD DAMN KUSH) needless to say the WMD did NOT go off and was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a horny goat.........i had to think fast!!! i look to my left and all i could see was......</span><div class="uiTextSubtitle commentActions"><abbr data-date="Mon, 25 Oct 2010 22:30:46 -0700" title="Monday, October 25, 2010 at 11:30pm"><br />
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</a><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=624107232" href="http://www.facebook.com/msashleylawrence">Ashley Lawrence</a> <span data-jsid="text"><div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4cc8c9a429d284f34785056">a machine gun...so I killed the horny goat..and took off running again..I ran and I ran and I ran and I finally ended up in a small village. In the middle of the village was a hot air balloon..so I jumped in and took off. I sailed across th<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">e sky for a couple hours..and realized I hadn't eaten in days..( I should have eaten the goat!) and the munchies were terrible..so I started eating the Balloon. I know, I know, next time I should land first..but I ate a hole in the balloon and it crashed. I broke both my legs on impact and thought I was doomed...out of a sandstorm..came CHUCK NORRIS..and he said....</span><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"><a href="">See More</a></span></span></div></span><div class="uiTextSubtitle commentActions"><abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Tue, 26 Oct 2010 22:20:31 -0700" title="Tuesday, October 26, 2010 at 11:20pm"><br />
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</a><div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"><a class="actorName" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=634005470" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=634005470">Patrick </a> <span data-jsid="text">"yo whats up n***a?!" I was all like thank god chuck norris I Needed a miracle! I asked him if he could get me back to some place sane...he grinned a silly grin and 80 butterflies died from the power of it and all of a sudden POOF im in a field...it smells really nice then i notice the river...and im all fuck thank god some water that will help....then i noticed the fucking river was BROWN! all of a sudden these orange midgets show up and........</span></div></div></li>
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</ul>This story is still under continuation...but I laughed so hard when I read it..that I had to share. Like I said. We have some fucked up humour going on...<br />
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More Later<br />
xoxoxDramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-197798467529422382010-10-15T08:30:00.000-07:002010-10-15T08:30:20.877-07:00Snow?!So it's wet snowing outside right now. It is 9:25am and still pretty dark outside..I am not ok with this. I just put the long johns back into the closet a month ago. Now I have to dig them out again. Oh well. Last year at this time there was 6 inches of snow on the ground...and this is turning to rain as it falls. <br />
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I was trying to think of something funny to post..but yesterday I was sick and I think I may have thrown up my funny bone. That sucks. Humour gets me through life..so I guess I have to tell a story from the past: but I can't think of anything. This is really hard.<br />
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I suppose I am going to have to think about it..and get back to you. Which really..just makes this a journal entry of boredom. Sorry.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-3865343712037286122010-10-10T21:00:00.000-07:002010-10-10T21:00:47.595-07:00It's 10/10/10Which..is kind of important I guess. At 10:10 it's more important..but this morning I got distracted, so I missed it. I am waiting 17 minutes so I can see it again and be a part of history. Like every other person on the planet, but whatever. It made me feel special. Although. I might forget while I am posting this.<br />
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So to be honest, I have an issue. My hockey team sucks. I know that it was only game one of the regular season but here is my logic. The Edmonton Oilers usually are the worst team in the league. The other night they beat Calgary 5-1. Last night L.A. beat the Canucks (who I love) in a shootout 2-1. The Calgary Flames beat L.A. tonight..so..doesn't this mean my team sucks more than Edmonton? <br />
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I'm not sure that I like the math involved. Either way. I probably just wasted a bunch of your time with my post, but, to be fair, it's not like you had much else to do. You are here aren't you?<br />
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My wife is learning to tweet. It's adorable watching her learn to follow people. She makes me laugh with her stalker abilities. I mean..celebrity interest. Yeah.. that's what I meant. <br />
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Ok..it's almost time for Family Guy. And 10/10/10 10:10. But let's be honest here people, I am way to scatterbrained to remember to make note in 10 minutes. :)DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3576884173895472985.post-66634310397451562142010-10-09T19:34:00.000-07:002010-10-09T19:57:07.591-07:0025 Random Facts About MyselfOk..so I have never blogged before..but I consider myself a pretty entertaining person so I am hoping that maybe I can be entertaining to other people too. I should probably warn you, I swear frequently, and I use ....<-- those things as often as I breathe. Consider yourselves forewarned. I decided to post 25 random things about me so here goes;<br />
1. I have a weird obsession with boobs. Not just mine, everyones.<br />
2. I can't smoke unless I have something to drink beside me.<br />
3. I prefer sleep to...well..everything.<br />
4. I'm not scared to die, I am scared that it will hurt.<br />
5. I have 6 tattoos but I am a wimp..and I whine while I get them.<br />
6. I have a Small Boy that is more intelligent than most people that I know. And some that I don't.<br />
7. My boyfriend's nickname is Meat.<br />
8. My best friend is my "Wife"<br />
9. I'm ridiculous when it comes to my love of hockey.<br />
10. I drink an average of about 7 cups of coffee per day (extra large)<br />
11. I can't dance unless I'm with my wife.<br />
12. I have probably read more books than some people know...but none of the classics.<br />
13. I am going to try Stand Up Comedy.<br />
14. I have never had my learners. (I'm more than 25.)<br />
15. Or a pair of Manolo's<br />
16. Kermit the Frog follows me on Twitter.<br />
17. I have 3 sons, and I only birthed one of them. Mine, Meat's and the Wife's.<br />
18. I have a Beethoven Quote tattooed on the back of my neck.<br />
19. I have spent more than half of my life working with racehorses.<br />
20. I can't sleep unless my big toe is crossed over the toe beside it and the pinkie over the ring toe.<br />
21. I beat a crippling drug addiction. (January 7, 2005)<br />
22. I once told Pavel Bure I loved him in Russian. ( I was 10)<br />
23. I cannot handle Buckley's. ( No comment)<br />
24. I love Bacon.<br />
25. Chuck Norris. (That is all.)<br />
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There you go, 25 random facts..that was really difficult, and I needed help. Yeah, I can ask for help. What? No, I'm just kidding. Sorry. Sometimes I get carried away.<br />
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I hope people read this. Because it's not really interesting to me. I knew all this stuff. Well, I did, after the Wife told me.DramaticGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12392689956409444375noreply@blogger.com1