I can't write rants when I'm this happy.
What will become of my blog if I'm not perpetually pissed off? Will this wither away and die?
No, it won't - but this blog may no longer be the same anymore. Someone please piss me off so I can rant like I always have.
Grab your dick and double click.
- Princess Pinche
- I cook way too much for my own good and I spend a majority of my income at Whole Foods. I speak and write exclusively in hyperbole and satire. I have a very big Doberman Pinscher named Sierra Havana that wants the opportunity to eat a baby. I finally got rid of my horse and now all I want to do is travel the world. I believe in ghosts because I see dead people. I get anxiety attacks when I do not have my cell phone with me because I need rehab for blackberry messenger. I'm not ashamed to have a closet full of sex toys. I'm an equal opportunity hater and eater. I would love the life of a hermit crab or Anthony Bourdain. I want 30 slaves and I don't care where they come from as long as I can beat them.
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1 comment:
um... i've got nothing. i like you too much. :P
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