This Post Was Supposed to Have Been Posted Last Friday.

I love it when my international friends laugh at my attempt to say "caulk."

A friend told me once that "true love expands waters."
I'm like "fuck that, I'm lazy, and Canada's closer."

Totally just posted my email address in a Skype conversation with people I barely know. No big. It's not like my email address wasn't just posted on Twitter for the entire world to see.

I'm almost too chicken to go to Fandom Fest this year.

Apparently, my new favorite word is amazeballs.

If you come into a game with a name like Shetland you've got to be prepared to be compared to a pony.
Also be prepared to be called the name of one of the ponies on "My Little Pony Tales."
Yes, I attempted to get everyone to call you Bright Eyes.

I'm awesome.
Cougars are awesome.
My high school mascot was a Cougar.
Therefore, I am a Cougar.

Oh snap, my inner bitch is showing again.

I would kick you in the vagina, but I'm afraid I'd lose my shoe.
No, I did not just call you a whore.
I called you a slut.
Whores get paid while you only do it for fun.

I have no idea where the last bit came from.

I am currently giggling uncontrollably.

Naps are awesome.

If only you could see my gesticulations.

It annoys me when a fan fiction writer blatantly ignores the time period in which the original story takes place. If it happened in the 80's then why would your character(s) have an iPod?

I tried to be innovative once but the instructions were a bit too vague for me.

I have the greatest sister in the world. No, we don't share DNA but that doesn't make her any less my sister, I would do anything for her, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

Mississauga is pronounced Mississauga. You know, like Mississippi but with a saga at the end instead of a sippi.

I was having two separate conversations with my best friend earlier.
One was about the word amazeballs.
The other was about tacos.
The two conversations turned into one about burning vaginas and bouncy balls.
Still not able to wrap my head around that change.

When I was little I used to wonder why the dollar bills I got from the Tooth Fairy smelled like the leather wallet my father carried.

I love it when a guy ten years younger uses cheesy pick-up lines on me. I don't love it when ten years younger means he's still a minor.

When I was a little girl I used to watch Star Trek: The Original Series every Sunday morning after Sesame Street with my daddy.

My Aussie friend just blamed me for her procrastinating and inability to concentrate on her research paper.
She's had fourteen weeks to write it.
Her reasoning?
I'm American.

My Aussie friend also wants to steal me away to Canada so we can steal the good-looking Canadian men.

This blog is like a window into my mind. Be very, very frightened.