by ZombieSkittles on May 8, 2011
Today is Mother’s Day, which means now is as good a time as ever to say this. Thank you Mum, for taking care of me, and giving me a place to cal home for 20 years. I wish I could pay you back for all the time and money you spent so my siblings and I were able to live a decent life.
I’m sorry for all the arguments we ever had, especially the ones that evolved into utter screaming matches which neither of us ever won.
I love you mum, and when you come home in two hours I am giving you the biggest hug.
Blah.
by ZombieSkittles on September 6, 2009
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Someone died.
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Someone was born.
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A guy wearing sneakers got his hair cut.
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A man is drunk, and maybe passed out.
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A Joss Whedon fan is watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Oh that’s me.
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A gunshot was heard by someone watching Dr. Phil.
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Someone tweeted about their breakfast.
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The wall of a random house was tagged again.
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Sex started someone’s morning with a bang.
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Porn was posted on 4chan.
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A fire was lit.
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Someone slept with someone else’s mother.
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Someone published a blog entry that achieved nothing and has no purpose. Oh wait that’s me again.
by ZombieSkittles on August 31, 2009
Has a twitter.
No fear, no disaster, no terror compares to the shock of finding the following tweet in my mentions:
Really, what do you say to that. Your mother has just done the unthinkable and now has access to my every thought and feeling; That stuff is private and she has no right! How dare she access something broadcast on a public internet feed. How dare she. This is unacceptable, and something must be done.
But do I block her? Should I protect my feed and turn into the very thing that gives me the shits on Twitter? Or do I put a hit out on her because very soon she’ll know too much.
Alternatively, I could just make a blog post about the issue, and hope to god she doesn’t follow the links off my tweets. If she does, I hope she doesn’t read this next bit.
I am secretly a black Jewish lesbian with a fetish for having my nipples chewed on by two stray dogs while I get beaten with a broken buckling spring computer keyboard. Oh, and I made a kickass new About page for this blog.
Wow, I probably should of avoided making that so noticeable. Too late now though, not like this keyboard comes with a backspace button or anything. Oh snap.
by ZombieSkittles on April 20, 2009
I’ve always found it funny the way various staples of internet culture get thrust into the spotlight in real life (IRL LMAOROFLCOPTER LOLSAUCE), like when lolcats were introduced to the mainstream (and article writers were jumping onto the “new” trend, which dates back at least three years ago). It’s interesting to see the various ways such memes get used in pop culture, and even occasionally advertising, like in KFC’s attempts to attract more youth employees with it’s employment campaign making use of “text speech” (as featured in the campaigns title U+KFC)
This morning while half asleep, I made the decision to go to the deli down the road and overdose on energy drinks. My drink of choice, Mother, was sold out yet again much to my disapproval. I’ve always wonder if they actually get it in anymore, or just tell me it’s coming Friday to mess with my head. Either way, that’s not what this story is about, despite it being exceptionally uncool. What this story is about is the drink that I found after substituting my primary choice with a large drink bottle sized can of ROCKSTAR (which is disgusting).
Here it is, in all it’s apparently black current powered glory. LOL. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, so when I saw it in the shop’s fridge, all I could do was burst into sporadic laughter. It was the last can on the shelf, so I quickly snatched it up. The sole reason for which was, sadly enough, because I knew I’d want to blog about it (kind of sad, really). The drink itself, while being situated in the same area as the other energy drinks and the can being styled as one, is labelled as having “no bad stuff”, and the nutrition table fails to list anything like caffeine or taurine. However, it does go to mention that it counts for 250% of my recommended daily intake, which does worry me slightly. However, I am willing to sacrifice my already abysmal health to drink this concoction.
I cracked open the can, and while the smell wasn’t nearly as strong as that of Rockstar (which is sitting in front of me for if get the guts to try and drink more of it), I could definitely smell the strong scent of blackcurrent as it wafted out of the can. Bringing it to my lips, I took one big gulp, letting it sit in my mouth for a moment to take in the flavour. At that point, I remembered I don’t like black current.
And so ends this journey; I learned nothing.
