Showing posts with label randomly funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label randomly funny. Show all posts

Thursday, January 22, 2009

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

what do me and paris hilton have in common?

Criminal records? Rich fathers? Racy home-made videos posted online?

No, no, no. According to People magazine (or something), it's cupcakes. According to my sources, she only eats celery and Bacardi, no cupcakes. But, hey.

Sprinkles cupcakes are made with special vanilla from Madagascar, and they also use a whole mess of sustainable crap in their business practices. There's one in Beverly Hills, one somewhere in Arizona, and you guessed it: one in Dallas. Of course. If there is anywhere that isn't Beverly Hills but would like people to think it is, that's Dallas. Fine by me, though. People smell like Chanel, and I really like that since I can't afford my own. And the cupcakes are good.

Although red velvet is undoubtedly the best because of it's simple indescribable mmmmness, I like to branch out. Yesterday, I had the strawberry, and so did B. When we opened the box, we had to ask ourselves if we wondered into the wrong place. You know, er, a place of the novelty sort.
Stop thinking that.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

happy college day

me: Happy college day! Would any volunteers tell us about the college t-shirt they are wearing?

2nd grader 1: L*nghorns. It's in Texas.

me: Great. Who else?

2nd grader 2 (huge smile): Mine is D*llas C*wboys.

me: oh?

various 2nd graders: Yeah, I want to go to D*llas C*wboys college, too.

2nd grader 3: my dad went there.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

foshizzy

I hate myself for this a little bit. But it kills me. So funny.



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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

update: mysterious rash unveiled

I have this.

...um...and, being the obsessive freak that I am, I was able to tell my dr. what I had without him telling me, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. No, nice dr. man, it's not that I'm a genius (well, I may be, but this is no example!); I'm merely a little insane and I couldn't sleep for one minute until I was 100% positive whether I had a flesh-eating virus.

The best thing about this "disease" is that it is next to unknown for it to appear on the face or fore-arms....except in me! It's just too funny and typical of my awkward and generally embarassing lifestyle for me to be that upset. You know, I don't get as upset by stuff like this as some people might, simply b/c it always really and truly does happen to me. Did I cry when the hairdresser at the beauty college jacked my hair up so bad that another student came over and whispered in my ear, "make her stop?" Nah--Been there too many times. Just a day in the life. I'm "that girl."

mysterious rash, omg

well, i don't know what i have, but i'm secretly quite concerned. it is typical for me to become quite concerned; atypical for it to turn out that there was actually any reason for such concern...so, at least there is that.

i have several welt-like bumps on my stomach and back with a few on my arms and neck. they're mostly about dime or nickle-sized and they are red and itchy. it started about a week ago, and instead of going away, I'M GETTING MORE AND MORE.
After annoyingly extensive internet research to rule out small pox (check) and leprosy (check)...my fear is that it is this one skin condition that i read about which does not go away for like THREE MONTHS. OMG. OMG. I'm in a wedding in three weeks, and I'm already starting to look like a leper. If anyone sees a shirt that says, "I'm not contagious," buy it for me and I'll pay you back.

of course, that is assuming the mystery rash isn't contagious.

my dr. appt. is at 2:15. ugh.