Friday, September 24, 2004

Wonder How He'll Look Stretched Across My Boobs...

I feel like punching someone -- anyone -- in the face today. No reason, really.

Well, yeah, there is reason, but I'll keep it all to my pointy-headed little self.

To lift my spirits, I just bought myself the cutest baby doll T-shirt:

Saint Clinton

I'm a lapsed Catholic, so this is especially luscious.

Hmmm. Still in a bad mood despite this recent find, so I shall refrain from writing one more word.


At 12:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


The thought of your boobs being disgraced by Clinton makes my tight and curlies (Of which there are few left due to my new look, but that's for another day) saddens me. Perhaps something like:

"Boobs For Bush" ???

Anyway, you think about it. The soap box is now aside.
Just wanted to let you know that if it's a face your looking to punch, mine's ready... I guess the two of our lives are sickly entangled. Whilst you crave something to punch, I need to be punched. Interesting?!?


At 6:43 PM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

"Boobs for Bush" is just about perfect, darling.

Think about it.

I'm giggling like a little girly-man.


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