Merry Fucking Christmas
Well, I've just gotten back from Eli's. I figure if I have to spend time at my grandmother's house, I am not eating any of her salad dressing from 1987 or her Stouffer's
french bread pizza. I went all decadent like. Got artichokes, spicy olives, hummus, gourmet soups, chocolate covered pretzels, and blood orange juice from Italy.
I'm attempting to do last minute Christmas shopping with a cold. And clean the apartment. And pack. And take down the trash. But somehow I just keep sitting here blowing my nose and attempting to motivate myself away from the computer.
It's getting kind of drastic.
Partially because I had the brilliant idea I would make Christmas
presents this year.
It seemed like such a good idea at the time. But it's just NOT going to happen. I did, however, get some nice stuff for my mom. And, well, I am going to rush down to the union square holiday huts tonight. Or more likely tomorrow morning and finish the rest.
So the birthday scandal will have to wait because I want it to be quality. I don't wanna spill it in a half assed
fashion. But since I'll be in PA-where there is no cable, no cellphone service, and no Internet
service-well I won't be around for a bit. So all of you have a Merry Christkwanzhannamus
and I'll be back here soon with seductive pictures and scintillating
wit in time for New Year's.
Bad Bunni posted at 12/22/2006 03:29:00 PM
I only have the time to post this picture so far. You can have fun inventing a title for it if you like. Hopefully tomorrow the Doberman will allow me to borrow his laptop again and I can actually post a real Part I of Bunni's Postmodernist B day.
Oh yes, there will be blood.
Bad Bunni posted at 12/21/2006 08:50:00 PM
I'm Just a Birthday Bunni
"There is still no cure for the common birthday"-John Glenn
You don't want to hear the moping. I know. You don't. So I'll just skip it and say this: I would like for my birthday wish to get 32 comments on this blog tomorrow as I will be turning the big 32. I don't care if you have to sign in using multiple aliases. I don't care if you have to blackmail your friends into pretending they care. I don't care if you have to sling shot gerbils over a brick wall through a hoop of fire.
I'm not sure how that might result in comments, but well, you people are rather odd.
And I'll make you a deal. If you do this for me, I shall put up salacious pictures from my birthday as well as a scandalriffic post.
My therapist told me I should.
Something about the line, "If I punch you, I'll end up in the ER with acrylic nail extensions embedded in my palm," really spoke to her.
Bad Bunni posted at 12/19/2006 08:46:00 PM