Y’all.
There is a terrible travesty happenin’ up in hurr (“up in hurr” means the internets).
This recipe has been floating around:
Click the pretty colors to fly to another land.
Now why would I, someone who keeps willingly posting this photo of herself:
Will someone (mister) just buy me this damn fancy hat already so I can stop whining about it?
clearly showing I’m probably inebriated (now and then), have a problem with drunk gummy bears??
I recently took some time off to attend the SXSW Music Festival (and by attend I mean day-drink, dance my face off, and party from 12pm – 2am for a week).
It’s a charmed life I live, y’all.
Just know that if you attempt a week of Bacchanalian excess, at first it will seem like this:
Shiny and new.
And then after a week it kinda feels like this:
Stumbly.
Pretty awesome, y’all.
I was going to post something before I left, and then leave some animated gif for you to watch for a week while I was gone, but
So I’m finally back and ready to roll. Because walking still hurts.
What did y’all do for Spring Break? Pics or it didn’t happen.
You’ve probably figured out that this blog is called “What Do I Want To Do Today?” implying that the shenanigans I get into are actually things that I want to do.
Like throwing knives, messing up some crawfish, and angering TSA.
Which is why you might be questioning the title of this specific post.
True to the description, though, I was actually excited and wanted to brush my dog’s teeth.
Sometimes when I’m working on a bunch of projects and staying up really late to hit my deadlines, I, against what some people would call “better judgement,” set my work aside and do something (sort of) creative and (very) mindless for a bit.
One instance of that practice lead to what became lovingly called, “The Great Red and Blue Computer of 2003.”
So, back in the day, right in the middle of studying for finals and writing papers, I just stopped what I was doing and meticulously spray painted my computer red and blue. In my apartment. Because paint fumes were exactly the kind of pick me up I needed. (Just kidding about that, mom!) It turned out really pretty actually. It’s a shame that computer is long gone now, and since I don’t have a picture I can’t show you. What a totes bummer or whatever the youths say.
I know that you are all just going crazy to find out who won my recent contest.
I hope this whole animated gif trend NEVER DIES.
Also, someone please buy me Hulk smash hands.
And one of these fancy sombreros, too.
Since I’ve been badgering and honey badgering everyone about “liking” the Facebook page for my business (Click that link for a surprise! A surprise of something you totally expect.), I figured I’d continue my Reign of Terror and “promote” the blog contest I started last Thursday.
Guess which one I am.
Today has been an interesting day.
I won’t say weird because I reserved that word for when weird stuff actually happens.
You know like this:
Guys, I cannot get enough of these Carlton gifs.
Anywhats-a-dos (y’all realize I just keep making up words when I don’t want to type the word “anyways”, right?), I’ve realized that today has been a day of contrasts for me.
I haven’t talked to y’all in a week.
I know, I’m a bad girl.
Since things have been a little wild (and by wild, I mean busy, and by busy I mean like really busy, y’all) around here, I’mma list stuffs out. Also, I LOVE making lists:
Today is the day most of us will go through the ritual of drinking and eating to excess before repenting (not repeating, which is what I keep reading every time I double check that sentence).
.As a friend of mine put it, “So… just like every Tuesday, right?”
Yes.
Er.. no.
Um… I guess it depends on your definition of “excess.”
Anyways, if I wasn’t working today and being boring and didn’t have a sense of shame, I guess I’d be doing this:
You know, cause I live in Texas and stuff.
As it is, I’m drinking Red Bulls and eating pepperoni and cheese rolled up together because the mister is working and I don’t know how to take care of myself.
Fat Tuesday, indeed. Also, I probably will drink some beer later.
Happy Mardi Gras y’all!
We’ve all heard that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Balderdash, y’all.
It’s paved with procrastination.
And it looks like a bitchin’ video game.
