I haven’t read a book in a long while. Anything that I was reading over the summer, I left hangin’ half way through. It wasn’t that they bored me, but for some reason I just couldn’t finish a thing. Though, for some reason, I have re-read the last 3 potter books 129847129746 times instead of finishing those (love).
So, boss man gave me “The Complete Persepolis” by Marjane Satrapi for my bday. A graphic novel about a girl who grew up in Iran during the revolution. Fucking fantastic. Perhaps this is book cheating because it’s a graphic novel, but that doesn’t make it less amazing and it has definitely brought the reading itch back into my life.
I will definitely be going back to one of those summer reading books I never finished after this!
As far as I’m concerned, the worst part about get a tattoo is the “itchy stage” of the healing process. AND I have to get this piece finished, which means I will go through this allllll over again next week.
So I’ve had this wicked sore throat since Sunday, which has developed into this ridiculous cough. I finally went to the doctor today to get to checked out. Turns out, I have bronchitis. Booo!! I refuse to let this get me down though. I have been on antibiotics since yesterday, and have been given some fancy syrups and other things. I should at least have it under control by Saturday. Fingers crossed!!!!
We love dating and we love PR. In case any of you were thinking about dating us… the link above provides some things to keep in mind.
AND here are some other things to keep in mind (some of these may be limited to dating Small Girls PR, and not PR professionals in general):
Our friends will know you are dating us because they’ll see us faving your tweets, taking screen shots of our skype chats, checking in with you on foursquare, and bantering all the funny things you say.
If you pitch us an idea chances are we’ve heard it in 10 different ways before, but in the event that you do come up with a unique cool idea, we’ll come up with a 5 point strategy to PR the shit out of it.
We <3 candy, puppies, and long dance-offs at the party.
Be prepared for excessive YAYS! High fives! and random spurts of displaying excitement :D (we get really excited about things)
It’s been a while.
I have several things to say.
1) I had a fabulous Christmas/NYE/vacation from work.
2) fucking Karen got fired right before the holidays. I can’t even begin to describe the craziness that went along with that, but what’s done is done. I have absolutely no connections to Karen now in any way. I de-friended her on Facebook long ago (because she blocked me from seeing her profile. Excuse me, but Facebook is meant for stalking. If I can’t stalk you, I don’t need you.) and I never knew her twitter handle (nor would I give a shit about any of her useless ramblings about her love for diet soda, Springsteen, bad reality television and celebrity gossip).
So, this pretty much means I will never hear from Karen again (besides the unexpected ‘merry Christmas’ text she sent me…what?). I have no feelings, good or bad, about Karens disappearance from my life
Anyway. It was an intense build up to vacation time at work.
3) I’ve never considered myself a “mean girl”. I just think I’m pretty straightforward about shit, and there ain’t nothin wrong with that.
HOWEVER. Sometimes, the inner bitch has to roar and mine has something to say. There are just some beasts of woman that I have just seen put up their photos of their NYE celebrations (at the trashy townie bar up the street) and I just need to ask, do some women not own a mirror!?!
Now, I have nothing against a big beautiful bitch. But you need to know how to dress yo’self. The glittery bustier and open front dress you are wearing (that is actually a TUNIC, which means you need to wear some fucking PANTS with that shit) are not for you. Please. You are going to make me fucking vomit. The tunic worn as a dress thing…I’m sorry to let you know this, but it’s for skinny bitches (and even then, I still think you need to wear some fuking PANTS with that shirt).
And absolutely no bitches, skinny or chunky, should ever be wearing glittery bustiers all out and about.
Also, someone wore uggs. With their sparkly NYE dress. Which also upsets me. If you are dressing up, let’s complete the ensemble, shall we? Perhaps, with a nice strappy heel. Let’s consider that next time.
Unless its Halloween. Then you are allowed to look as confused as you looked on NYE.