Happy Birthday Abbs!

Yes, I know today isn’t actually Abbie’s birthday, but today is the day of celebration, so I thought it’d be a good day to write about her. Now what can I say that will explain the vast, complicated creature that is one of my best friends? Well, she has a knack for telling bad jokes, she sings whether or not it is requested and she enjoys talking about her boobs, her ass and any “zits” she may have (the random quotes are to indicate her idea of a zit is a freckle, which is entirely annoying to those of us who do have HUGE volcanos on our faces). She has a pup that pees on her daily, she’s always sick and she is TOTALLY the man of the house (sorry Luke, but you know she’s the boss).

I can’t adequately describe her in words…but I can embarrass her in pictures.

Happy Birthday Abbs! Have fun being old!

Moving and Vaginas

I used to think I had quite a sense of style. All of my apartments were cute, clothes weren’t hidious and I’ve only had 1 REALLY BAD haircut (holy crap, that was bad). Now I’m learning that I am not a good decorator. It’s very frustrating. I’m turning back into the succubus. That is NOT a good thing.

On a lighter note, my sand volleyball team is now a stunning 0-12. Apparently no other team’s members read this page and have seen my pleas for mercy. After another spectacular loss, some ladies on our team decided to create some sand sculptures. I made a fish….they did not…

Yes, vaginas. This is what happens when you lose 12 games in a row. You create sand vaginas.

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When I started this site last May, it was supposed to be a link for me from Italy. I had just finished my last semester at KU and was heading off for a summer abroad. Now, if you go back and look at the posts from this time, you can see how the site was used. Kind of an easier than e-mailing type of communication. All the posts are written more like letters than most blogs, and almost all are so full of cheese you can smell the Velveta coming off your monitor. Ah, well. The former life of my site.

After I returned from Italy, my amount of viewers dropped dramatically. Partly because I was now around the people who wrote on this daily and partly because I felt like I had nothing to say. No more exciting stories. So the site became a way for me to share my photos from Italy with those who were there with me.

After the re-design, I removed most of these pics. But now, because of popular demand, the pictures will return. I just have to reload them all. So, “crap stain,” be patient, and you will soon see photos.

Click here for my uploading progress so far.

And now my site is going to be an outlet for me to say whatever I want. My strong political beliefs and convictions will finally be heard by the world. Or I could just talk about poop. And work. And my drunk friends. And my new dog (**hint**). And I can work out my foul mouth. Shit! Oh, that feels much better.

Stay tuned!

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