March 2011
114 posts
For wanting to be a successful writer so bad, I...
My problem?
Knowing just what to do and what to say in every problematic situation and not applying it to my own life. Boom.
Ain't gonna be no GPOYW from me. Nu uh.
Today I look like I set my makeup harpoon to “albino baby” and shot myself in the face. I’m at work, not even caring.
I just watched this episode of 'Hogs Gone Wild'...
Arbitrary vague/whiner post.
My blood pressure is low. My medication isn’t working. I don’t feel like writing. I always feel like fainting. I hate all of my own jokes. I don’t laugh anymore. Tragedy is just so beautiful these days. I’m angry. I’m stressed out. I’m just sick. I don’t treat my body the way I should, and it’s caught up to me. I need a change. And I’m so...
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Me: “I feel so old now. Why are all the hottest guys like 17?”
Dee: “There’s nothing wrong with having a snack.”
scoutu asked: How do you feel about the Habs performance tonight against the Bruins?
Opportunity.
My latest? To move to Australia this summer. I just might do it.
joshuadmurphy asked: How come you never reply to anyone on Twitter? :) Or, wait, is it just me?
About Me
Name: Kathleen Siobhan O’Hurley Gender: Female Height: 5’5” Age: 24 Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Naturally: Dirty Blonde. Currently: Copper Kettle. Orientation: Vertical. Married? To my 4lb MalteseXShih Tzu. Smoking? A cigarette a day keeps the cunty away. Drinking? Wine-O. Drugs? No thank you. Job: Marketing/Accounting/HR at an Engineering Firm. Part-time whiner, full-time...
Every cry so hard you look in the mirror and think...
Me neither. Hahah losers.
Honestly, you guys would shit yourselves if you...
He just ate a half a bag of popcorn and passed out in a pile of laundry like a tiny frat boy covered in fur. He is the only man I’ll ever love.
I really really really really want another tattoo for my birthday. That’s all I want. Holy fuck do I ever want another tattoo for my birthday. Thigh piece. Boom.
Bboy Shenanigans
Considering I posted a guide to a good St. Patty’s day, I figured the internet would probably want to know exactly how I celebrated. My original plan was to drive home from work at 6pm, go to the gym and spend the night on my couch. I didn’t think that statement was quite so pathetic until I typed it out just now. You’re probably thinking ”BUT...
Slashleen's Guide to a Great St. Patrick's Day.
Listen. A lot of you are probably saying “But Slashleen, I’m not even Irish. How can I get my balls tingling over a shitty day devoted to a Welshman who was captured by pirates and dumped on an Irish shore?” Easy. Just read my fun-guaranteed St. Patty’s Day tips and watch your life fall apart the Irish way.
1. You’re going to want to get motherfucking slam dunk...
I was supposed to be born today.
On this day in 1987 I was due to be born. Thank a rat’s nut I wasn’t because my name would have been Patrice or Patricia. I’m pretty sure I would have crawled up my mom’s chest like a little pink monkey and punched her in the face with my tiny Irish fist.
Fortunately, like the stubborn bitch I am, I held out 8 more days and was born on the 25th. So I got the names...
