icr8trends21’s Weblog

Just visited one of the coolest/weirdest/endearing/inspiring blogs [run by deux fashion designers] ever! Everything from notebook paper crushing mouth stuffing gore to a how-to guide on what it seems like banh mi o (Vn staple ‘wich), these femmes are serious about their shit!

http://vivavenacava.blogspot.com/

I WANT TO…
inspire love and creativity, speak with solely body, smoke obama out, paint on your body…

http://specials.msn.com/A-List/Medical-oddities.aspx?cp-searchtext=Medical%20oddities

One o’ those days,  you know when one just NEEDS to warn the world that it’s in danger of losing yet another human being because no one cares about him/her, by sitting so eloquently in the middle of traffic! Yeah, look at what a mess I am; what now, mother?!

http://www.ocregister.com/articles/police-buena-park-2433312-sitting-freeway

Like alcoholism but worse. Liken to memories of waking up next to ‘Dirty Mary’ with saggy tits and a cunt as dry as the dessert, in which you’ve found out the hard way, this ‘ism’ sedates you without that golden buzz, unless you get off to organized religions.

I was motivated to share another one of Minh’s husband’s comments last Thursday, “Remember, you’re not a Christian…we’re Catholic”! It was in response to Minh enrolling her youngest Leah, into a Christian preschool, a cheaper substitute than private owned establishments. By aiding this l’ecole, Minh had already made up her mind: I can sacrifice subjecting my kid to learning any subtleties the 2 religions acquire. I took note of exactly how perturbed I was by this comment and thus wanted to share .

1) I really don’t think there is a Jesus Christ.

2) Implementing imaginary borders on your loved ones isn’t a healthy nor effective way to learn anything.

3) What’s the damn difference, REALLY, anyway…

Perhaps the abundance of religious knowledge will open up Leah’s mind, learning there are no borders in the vast world of information.

http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/new_video_game_technology

After a failed attempt, I’m reading Tom Robbins again. Filling me with delight, ‘Skinny Legs’ phrases like ‘mossy mustache’ and referring to ants as ‘a line of aardvark cocaine’ recapture the glint of hope for any profitability I could ever attain in writing!

A great piece of admirable vulgarity indeed!

What would satiate a smoker/drinker more than unleashing ultimate torture upon strangers vocally contesting his/her vices? Quixotic scenes delightfully probe my head, with violent images like bat to [his] groin. “Those are bad for you, honey”; just one of the many remarks from a big ass grab bag of annoyances in this world; I’m filing this under ‘remarks that make me cringe’ and ‘battle proposals’.

Let us continue to delve into our vices, DAMNIT!

Bent over, lace slip exposed, her pursed lips wet his . H trembled before his tent and sat down for a better view. Slightly sore from the night before, her pussy was still wet, willing and anxious. She worked tirelessly all day hoping she’d speed up the cock ravishing he’d soon ensue…