Gotta love those clumsy genes

I am as reckless with my mouth as I am with my balance and spacial awareness.  Some people love that about me.  I don't know who those people are (or if they exist) but whatever, I'm in a lying to myself kind of mood. Just go with it.  Happy weekend, snarklings! 

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the end is nigh for the star of random thoughts by a bitchy blogger

Today (or yesterday for me) was so awful that you get this post about Bob. I'm not even going to call it Random Thoughts, it's just...Bobservations.  So, after his little snarky remark about someone running, Bob had that live thing on Instagram, but I didn't watch it. However, later, I was told what was in it.  You … Continue reading the end is nigh for the star of random thoughts by a bitchy blogger

So mushroom in my heart

Have a good weekend, snarklings! Be kind to one another. Be kind to yourself. Dance to the Backstreet boys like nobody's around. Bake a cake. Eat chocolate. Sing a song. Paint a pretty picture and... Well, okay, that was me trying to be positive because my weekend already has awful stamped all over it. I'm … Continue reading So mushroom in my heart

You’re so buff, I bet you think this post is about you

When I was young buff didn't mean muscly, or steroid abuse, it meant hot. Scores of girls would pore over various boys and declare them to be 'so buff'. To us that was the real meaning of the word. I'm sure some of the novel around that time aimed at giggling preteens will include buff. … Continue reading You’re so buff, I bet you think this post is about you