A few key points.

Things have been a little..... meh lately.

I've had a few ideas for some posts, but when I sit down to give er' hell, I just....meh.

SO.

I thought I'd share just a few key points with anyone who may still be reading this sad excuse of a blog.

I'm currently spending more time running than I spend drinking.... Which, Is a pretty fucking big deal if you ask me.

I'm also fatter than I ever have been, which TELL ME HOW THAT'S EVEN POSSIBLE!?!?!?

I'm pretty much just an overachievingmultitaskingmotherfucker.

Uh, I took up Yoga. Which, saying that makes me want to give myself a swirly in the girls locker room and hang my own panties from a flagpole. Surprisingly though, I actually, kind of like it. My next Yoga adventure is going to take place on a pole. A stripper pole. Because, why NOT incorporate strippers into everyday everything!? Right?!

On that same note, I just got back from a few magical days in the land of stiff drinks, gambling and pasties.
No, sadly not Vegas...........
17th next best thing? Wendover.

Wanna make a bet?
I bet you, you lucky reader you, that strippers who keep money OUT OF THEIR MOUTH make more money than strippers who think it's sexy to put dirty-ass currency in their orifices.
Nothing makes me cringe more than when strippers take your dollar with their mouth.
I'm pretty sure money is the dirtiest thing on this earth, next to Khloe Kardashian.
Aaaaand I think it was the cause of the plague.
Dirty money in strippers mouths and rats. Take THAT history books.


All in filthy all, It was a pretty tittastic weekend. I was with a bunch of bad ass friends and family, who, I'm pretty sure could venture to the 7th circle of hell with me and we'd still make it enjoyable.

Aight yall. I gotta run. I've minimized this page 572 times and I keep getting interrupted and it's totally making me lose my Bloggy chi.
Don't worry. I'll get it back tonight in yoga class.

Namaste, bitches.