loooove

I adore my husband and I just don't tell him enough.
JOSHUA GIBSON I ADORE YOU.

sierra

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
"Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder who's the father...
And I wonder what they call her - Sierra.

Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning?
Does she drink when she thinks about me?
Or doesn't she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five?
Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight?
(And an extra kiss for mama...)
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.

I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed.
I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her,
tuck her in and say, "goodnight, my baby girl, Sierra."

Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,

I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to.
My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind.
But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky.

There are so many weirdos in the world.

And I just can't tolerate it today.

Ugh.

700 Calories in Costco Cheese Pizza

This post is inspired by Cartman.
Sometimes, I just want to be like...
WHATEVA, WHATEVA I do what I want.
Or maybe Saige.
I do what I want when I want.
Or something like that.
Like when I just want to eat, and then I look at the calorie content.
Whatever Food, I'll do what I want.
Whatever Body, I'll do what I want.
Ha. Too bad this will never happen.
Whatever.

I love my dog.
More then most people.
More then anyone.
She's my little dear.
She got a dog bikini today.
And a Mike Tyson bathrobe.
Baby Mike Tyson.
Or Rocky.
And she dances.
And I love her.

you meet every single person in your life for a reason.

iscream

i have a migraine and i cannot get out of bed.
so i shall blog and eat ice cream.
which is actually really weird because i hate ice cream.
it just sounded so good.
it consists of pretzel nuggets, which are covered in fudge and filled with peanut butter, in a vanilla malt ice cream base, which is itself swirled with fudge and peanut butter throughout.
i think the pretzels were the reason i wanted it.
in fact, i'm sure of it on account of the fact that there are no more pretzels in the carton/