Gezhundheit!

I've been blessed by my dear friend R from Discovering Recovering in a fun new meme. Yell at me if you want to, you meme scrooges...this one is nice, and I'm blessing you whether or not you like it!

Here's the rules:

It’s a game of tag with a difference, rather than looking inwardly, we look outside ourselves and bless, praise and pray for one blog friend. By participating in this endeavour we not only make the recipient of the blessing feel valued and appreciated, but we are having some fun too. We’re going to see how far the bloggin’ blessings can travel around the world and how many people can be blessed! Recipients of a bloggin’ blessing may upload the above image to their sidebar if they choose to. If you recieve a bloggin’ blessin’ please leave a comment on this thread here so that we can rejoice in just how many blessings have been sent around the world!

So now, to my blessings:

I bless Wayward Son for always being such a breath of fresh air. We started blogging around the same time, so I kind of feel like we've blog-matured together. It's been an honor to watch his growth over the last year, and I'm glad to have had him around watching mine. Bless you, Wayward Son!

Everybody knows that Long Vowels is my real life BFF, but I just want to reiterate for anyone who might have missed it: I <3 Long Vowels. Bless you, V!

And finally, I want to bless my Cuntface Committee. You guys kick ass, individually and collectively. You are more than my imaginary friends, more than the slut committee with whom I act all saditty...you guys are a fucking force. I think I'll let Fabolous ride out on this one:

I'm a movement by myself,
But I'm a force when we're together...

CFBFF08BrooklynWizardSleeves

Why Don't You Just Trust Me?

Edith Whoreton sent me this image of a super sexy junky painting. She suggested the caption, "Why don't you just trust me?"

I suggested a context for the image. He's holding his girlfriend's cell phone. She wants to see it because she believes he's been calling the dealer. He has totally been calling the dealer. He needs a minute to delete the phone number, but she wants the phone now, so he's clutching it to his poor, wounded junky heart, asking her, "Why can't you just trust me?"

Cuntface is Closed.

Bitches, it's harder to get in there than Harvard. Shit's locked tighter than a virgin's daughter. I don't even know if I can get in anymore.

Free Yoga...

Hey yoga people. Since we had this little outburst of yoga love last week, I thought I'd share something I just did. I just figured out that you can download all these millions of yoga class podcasts on iTunes for free. That's cool. Now I'm all sweaty and yoga yummy.