"Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say."

I don't have anything in particular to say, so instead, I'm just going to spam you with a bunch of random crap. Think of it as a glimpse into my messed up mind. If you leave traumatized, all the better. And I'm thinking that since I've been at such a loss for things to write about lately, maybe you could suggest some things...


* First of all, I received a few awesome awards and I've been too lazy to post about them. The first is from Shannon.

Sexay!

I've received this award once before, so I won't force 7 more random facts upon you, but just admire Shannon's skillz! That is quite possibly the sexiest blog award of all time!

ETA: I lied. I'm bored so I'm going to shove some more randomness down your throat. Also, I'm a greedy jerk and forgot to pass on the award. 


1) I got an Easter Basket today filled with 100 calorie snack packs, granola bars, goldfish crackers, and fruit snacks. It legitimately made me happier than a big basket of candy would have.
2) One of my cats pooped on my bedroom floor this morning. -_-
3) I hate wearing socks. Barefoot all the way! (Except for in tennis shoes. But sometimes I'm lazy and don't feel like looking for a pair, so I'll go without. Whatev.)
4) I eventually want to get a half-sleeve tattoo.
5) I have a bit of an ant phobia. 
6) I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies.
7) I'm a big fan of, what I like to refer to as, old lady candies. Spearmints and peppermints, butterscotch discs, those strawberry candies with the jelly stuff inside, orange slices, spice drops...

I'm passing this on to Bri, because she's is HILARIOUS, and can always brighten whatever crappy day I might be having. Plus, she wrote a song about my dad. It doesn't get much better than that.
I'm also passing it on to Rachel from ChunkyKnubbyNavel. I know I passed it on to CKN before, but this goes specifically to Rachel. Not only has she become one of the most incredible friends/blessings in my life, but she's also super hilarious and blogs WAY too infrequently. Maybe everyone could do me a favor and go hound her to write more... Yeah? Kthx.

The other award is from Apfel, which she doled out FOREVER ago, but I'm a crappy friend and have neglected to share it yet.

Ca-ute!

Thankfully, there are no requirements for this award, other than being awesome.

[X] Awesome
[   ] Not Awesome


* This is my friend Kaitlyn. She is amazing, and beautiful, and incredibly strong, and has been a MAJOR blessing in my life. Get to know her. Right now. Do it.

She made this wicked picture that makes me all nostalgic. Love it? I thought so.

* I bought Lor some Dunkaroos, but I ate them.


* The dreams edition of Alexandra's zine is out. GO BUY A COPY! I even submitted something this time, so why wouldn't you want a copy??


* And lastly, these songs have been in my head like crazy lately. Enjoy!






*OH! Also! I owe Harley an email. Feel free to hound me about it so I don't keep putting it off.

"I said a Rasta lion... I ain't lyin'."

As I was sitting on my bed social networking doing something super important, I heard my dad yell for me to come upstairs. I thought "Oh great, what am I in trouble for now??" Yeah, I'm 25 years old and I still get scared that my parents are going to yell at me for things. Deal with it.

So I get to the bottom of the stairs and my dad is already waiting for me at the top, super excited about his latest purchase. He says to me "I got this shirt for your mom, but she hates it. I'm going to keep it, though. I think it's really awesome! Open it up and see how cool it is!!" He then whipped the shirt down the stairs and smacked me right in the face with it. Nice, dad. Nice. -_-

Let me stop here for a second, and say that my dad is (usually) very well dressed. He is a salesman, so he has no shortage of expensive pants, nice button-up shirts, fancy ties, and shiny shoes. What I was preparing to unfold, though, was something I never could have prepared for in a million years.

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WAIT FOR IT

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THE HORROR!

What was he thinking?! I'm serious. Someone please tell me. Actually, what was the "designer" of this shirt smoking??

Nevermind... I think I can answer that.

I quickly told Bri about the awful events that unfolded, and what she proceeded to do made my night  week  year  life. I laughed so hard that I cried and did that gross, gaggy, bronchitis-sounding cough. If I choked to death, it would have been worth it.

Prepare to (almost) die.

Thank you, Bri. ♥


30 DAY MUSIC CHALLENGE
Click here to see the entire list.

Day 24 – A song that you want to play at your funeral:

I've always said that I want Live and Let Die played at my funeral, complete with pyrotechnics.




Gives me goosebumps every time.