I just discovered this. I am sick people. Sick. How could I have not known. I am shaken to the core, rocked upon my foundation, sick like plastered vomiting sorority chick.

How could I have not known. How will I carry on? God in your infinite wisdom, WHY?!?!?

I know I don't discuss my personal life often. (no seriously, Shut up! I don't) but this was just to great of a challenge to handle all on my own.


Clay Aiken is Gay

Your condolences to me can be sent as a monetary gift.

That is all.

~B

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Blizzog.

Thank you, Hanie for tagging moi.

20 years ago...
1. I wondered how people could possibly believe in Santa
2. Cambria Tuttle was my best friend
3. I was fascinated by dinosaurs, fossils and The Little Mermaid

10 years ago...
1. I was hating everything about Snowflake/Taylor, AZ
2. I Had a massive unrequited crush on Bowen and Green Days Billy Joe Armstrong
3. I thought mom would never let me get my drivers license

5 years ago...
1. I was a CSR for Lovitt, Touche & Hancock
2. I was in love with my(soon to be returned)missionary
3. I bought the dumbest car ever

3 years ago...
1. I was a teller at SunWest F.C.U.
2. I lived with Hanie and Genny at Val Vista Gardens!
3. I dated a few duds

1 year ago...
1. I Lived with Sharli at Heatherbrook!
2. I was a loan officer for S.W.F.C.U.
3. I First considered moving back to Taylor
4. Discovered a love for red pepper hummus

This year...
1. I moved home
2. Got a new job that I LOVE in my chosen field
3. cut my hair shorter than its ever been. I'm still not sure why...

Yesterday...
1. I cleaned the kitchen
2. bought some rad Halloween decorations
3. craved a Diet Pepsi more than anything. (I'm trying to quit)

Today...
1. I overslept...(whoopsie)
2. I ate some delicious delicious fresh honeydew and lime
3. I am going to watch the Emmy's!

Tomorrow...
1. I will wake up at the ass crack of dawn for work
2. I will suck some spit, blood, bits of tooth and other detritus
3. I will think about going to bed on time. (My life is exciting)

In the next year...
1. I will turn 27, and thus vow to finally date responsibly.
2. Return to college.
3. Pick up the pieces and whip my own ass into shape.
4. Go to Europe!!!

I tag everyone. Everyone, everywhere.

Also,

I ripped this off of the internetz somewhere, and I didn't ask. Whatever, so sue me.

Now. Seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY!!!! NOW my life...has meaning. A purpose, and yet, it seems no matter what I do, I am destined for mediocrity.

I could die happy. RIGHT. THIS. MOMENT.

This

AND THIS!!!!

Are now this!!! And this is back!!!

Oh my gosh! Like(!), I'm soooooo stoked!



NKOTB LOVE 4 EVA!!!!

think I was the last person on the planet to learn about this development.


And just because I know you wanted this song too...

An old epiphany I would like to share with you now, since I just stumbled upon the blog of the epitome of who I will never be

...(Continued from the title) because I just don't have it in me. If that didn't make sense, whatever. Stop reading then.

I will never be a quilting-canning-crafting-relief society teaching-enrichment attending-super mom with a cute, clever house and scrap books.

This both saddens and annoys the living hell out of me, and all the while I am irked BY those seemingly perfect, tirelessly clever and perky perfect women.

That is all.

~B

It's On My Mind...

I feel so full of something today. I am just going to come right out say it:

I am really just wondering who the hell sending their gold jewelry in those dumb little envelopes to those scam artists on T.V. saying they'll melt it and send real do re mi in return?

Let me just see if I have this right. You take a big ol' handful of all that old gold you have laying around your house (real gold, the kind that is a precious metal) stuff it in the self addressed envelope that they (the, in my opinion, thieving, conniving bastards on the TV) send you and mail it off with some hope and magic that someone somewhere will 1. actually receive it. B) not pretend like they didn't receive it 3. tell you legitimately what it melted down to usable gold bars d) tell you legitimately what that weight in gold is really worth and finally 5. send you an actual, legitimate, honest to goodness cashable check. Well, frick! what an awesome idea! Absolutely nothing could possibly ever go wrong with this! Hand me that damn envelope!

This is just in case you don't believe me because you are much too busy to watch television or some other reason you're probably fibbing about too