Niiiiiice.

ALANNA (text on Friday in re: to our supercool fake apartment in Boston):  Does that mean Stabler will be our live-in gaurdian/manwhore?

Yes, Alanna.  Yes it does.  (Although I question the second gay-porn like picture on the fur rug...)  Enjoy!

Welcome to my nightmare.

It's November in Ohio.

Where'd ya get that t-shirt?

So, in a very strongly worded email this week I was told that I was "young, dumb and full of cum."  At first I was upset, mortified, humiliated, throw in any word that you think fits best. Young, yes.  Dumb, well I'm not sure if that's the best word.  Full of cum.  That's really just uncalled for.  Of course that's when the absurdity of the statement began to hit me.  It was like the adult equivalent of saying "You're a doody-head."  

I began to wonder... what if I put that on a t-shirt or a bumper sticker?  Then Alanna brought it home with "we need that phrase cross-stitched on a pillow for our future apartment in Boston." So I decided to play around with how that would look.  While I did find a t-shirt, alas I could not find the pillow.

And for your viewing pleasure, the T-shirt for Skanks Like Me.  Available in sizes XS, S, M, L, and XL (for my sisters in double Ds).  Seen here in a light blue classic ringer tee.

Available now for only $25!

I have an addiction, sir (and it's to DMD).

FIGURE A.1

So... there is a long story behind some of what's going on around here at the moment.  And it doesn't bare getting into.  Someone was offended by a post entitled "Correspondence." I felt bad and decided to take it down because it wasn't very nice and I admit that it wasn't very nice. I am sorry, I told that person I was sorry, and there's really not much more I can do.  

On Friday night, there was a little discussion between me and someone that led to some pretty angry feelings.  Actually, it was a text/email from me saying "It must be nice not being accountable for anything" that led to another email pretty much pointing out how I'm a spoiled brat and that someone is accountable for more stuff then I could "shake a stick at."  Which may or may not be true.  I only know that I'm responsible for a lot of things in my life and I really didn't like being pegged as a brat.

FIGURE A.2

Well, that led me to an early evening binge on one of my favorite soft-drinks EVER (much the same as my idol Michelle Collins of BWE.tv): Diet Mountain Dew.  See figure A.1.  Well that and my anger (figure A.2) led to the following conversation between me and my PIC (pardnah in crime) Alanna.   This conversation takes place while I was at a par-tay on Friday night.

ALANNA: Shut it down.  No more contact.

ME (and this point, the party had started and I was C-RUNK/hopped up on DMD): He said mean things too.  Like I'm a brat who is selfish and doesn't know anything about responsibilities.  HAHA.  I'm so mad I don't even care anymore.  I was so nice to him even after he said that too.  Like "I understand, I hope u can get thru it and we can be friends." and then he just snapped. OMG, what if he was a wife beater**?  I almost fell for a wife beater.  Thanks for getting me out of that one!

ALANNA:  OMG! U were almost an episode of SUV.  Christopher Meloni's biceps to the rescue.

ME:  I blame it on the diet mountain dew... I'm going to dream of that the rest of my life.  O Elliot Stabler, I love u so.

ALANNA:  Diet Mountain Dew Michelle Collins style or is there a weird element I don't know about?

ME:  Collins.  Addicted to it like the liquid crack it is.  It makes me do  the bad things.  Oh u know what would be good? (And here is where I came up with The Hulk).

ALANNA: HA!  That kinda sounds delicious. Barney (HIMYM) would drink it.

ME: It's a new era for this chick.  Suit up Alanna, I'm back.

ALANNA:  Yesss.

The conversation went on to discuss Euchre, Yaek Naim's "Toxic," "Chuck," a DeLorean, and our super cool pretend fake Boston apartment.  This is why I love my friends.  They pick me up when I feel like crap and ODing on DMD and Strawberry Margaritas.

**NO, PVILLE GUY, I DON'T THINK YOU ARE A WIFE BEATER.  I WAS WASTED AND TEXTING MY FRIEND.  SO PLEASE RESIST THE URGE TO SUE ME FOR SLANDER.

Cupcakes!

So like I promised, I have pictures from one of my activities of the weekend.  Unfortunately, I did not make it to the movie theater to throw things at emo kids.  But hey, there is always next weekend, right?  So enjoy these pictures and the lack of any meaningful content (or is there...?) below.

This may or may not be the new logo.  It was delicious, though, much like this blog.

A superstar in her kitchen.

A cupcake for PVille guy...

...and one for John...

"Young, dumb, and full of cum"- PVille Guy.

It was a really productive evening.  Really!  I made about 16 small and delectable treats and burned about 4 more.  I only ate one (because I really didn't make it to the gym this weekend, as predicted).

Weapon of Mass Inebriation.

So creating The Hulk got me thinking: what other delicious drinks could I make with Mountain Dew or its skinny brother, Diet?  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

THE WMD

1 1/2 oz of Whiskey.

Diet or regular Mountain Dew.

W (whiskey), M (mountain), D (dew).  

This may actually already exist.  I'm going to go ahead and take credit it for it until someone threatens to "seek representation" for copyright infringement.

Moving along.

Apparently there seems to be a little bit of controversy brewing over here at AISYH2 (which I guess has become cause to seek "representation" for using someone's image without consent). So, I must lay low and keep some things to myself for awhile.  Never fear, I will post some entertaining things for you to look at and when this all goes away (as in back to the Netherworld where "It" came from), I will continue being that crazy girl you all have come to know and love.  

Like a friend of mine says, "You haven't really lived until you've truly pissed someone off."