It's only Wednesday?!

Some weeks just drag on and on and on.

Anyway, isn't it weird how quiet the blogosphere gets when school lets out? Or maybe it's just that the majority of the blogs I read are written by people in college. I don't know, but either way, I hear my own echo right now now now. See? see see

BOO

Apparently, dude wised up and broke it off with 'the Runaway Bride.' She seriously freaks me out. She should have grabbed on to that guy for dear life, given that he put up with her at all.

Does she really think she's going to get many more offers?



You may think I'm a judgemental bitch, but my opinion is that she won't, not after pulling the shit she's pulled.

Nifty

I puked the most crazy colors into my stage manager's fanny pack.

I'll give a jillion dollars and a french kiss (okay maybe just a HOLLA!) to the person who can tell me, without cheating, where that line comes from.

Nobody will know. No way.

Can't find me? Search for 'panty!'

Man I'm in a really spastic mood today. I'm hyper (as opposed to last time I blogged), and bouncing around, much like DeeDee from Dexter's Lab. Only without the pigtails. And the annoying voice. And the pink dress. Oh, shut up, it's still enough to qualify. SHUT UP!

Anyway, back on the ground for the current moment, I'll get back on task. Going through my meter, I find the following referrals to my blog, as found by people searching both MSN and Google:

braless
big nice breasts
kara's sexy pics
wet t-shirt
panty
plastic panties
Clive Owen
Nathan Lane
sexy goatee

Yep. I pride myself on my wholesome family-friendly programming. The only thing missing is **** *** and ***** going down on ***.

Actually, I can remember talking about most of these, like how Clive Owen is so smoking hot I can't stand it. But on the other hand, when was I talking about how I have big nice breasts? (See there? See how I made that about my own? I'm clever. I'M CLEVER DAMMIT! TELL ME I'M CLEVER!)

Ah well.

That's it for this installment of "how annoying can she be?" with your host, Kara M****y. Tune in next week when she rakes her fingernails over some texturized bricks while she jumps up and down and giggles stupidly.

m.o.o.n.- that spells: I Want Sleep

I just want to sleep.

I have no energy.

I need to go back to the infamous fitness facility to gain energy, but I don't have the energy to go to the infamous fitness facility in order to gain more energy.

I just want to sleep. I have so many things I want to get done before I can hit the sheets tonight. AAaah.

One thing I sometimes do to revv myself up is to blast some kickin' music in my car, and take the slow route to wherever I'm going. Stop by Sonic and get a diet cherry limeade. Put in some eyedrops. Wakey wakey.

I think I'll just um... take a teensy little nap first. NO! yes. NO! but i want to. NO! please? NO! Geez, okay, fine I won't! God, you didn't have to yell at me!

See how tired I am? I'm arguing with myself out loud. Er, out type. Out blog.

Hearing my dog snore isn't helping.