woke up this morning to no internet connection.

just came back on..


 no MDD recap..




imma go work on it right now..



you just enjoy these pretty pictures..



keep in mind that there is a 4 ft tall princess here using the TV like it's her bitch (it is and so am i).



i project a release date of 6/30/2011 (that's tomorrow dummies).


in the mean time you should know that someone at HGTV thinks i am awesome..


so even if i wasn't chosen to be a turd on that turd of all design shows...Design Turd..

at least john gidding wants to sex me.



you can read all the hgtv celebs faves here:  HERE


come back tommorow or later..


gidding juice,

p.s. no MDD spoilers..i will cut you.


heat melts brains as evidenced by last night's post..

1.  bentley did NOT return to shit on ashley's face last night.

they are drawing out that nugget for next week.

though it was nice that they spent the majority of the night focused on man bodies.



2. MDD is never on mondays.

it is always on tuesdays.

therefore let's say a prayer that DICKSPACE doesn't delete my post.


3.  i can't sleep anymore.

for the last 2 weeks i get in bed and my brain pretends it's on crack and runs around

hopped up on crack.

plus it's hot.

hot crack brain.

and during the day my throat hurts and my head hurts and there are heat boogers in my nose.

like tiny daggers and liquid lava in my skull crevices.

and at night..

no sleep.





example of last night's thought process:

it's so hot what if it never rains again and we become like mars, or guy fieri's stomach?

hot and acid-y.

why is my nose always running?

this house is full of mold and we are all getting lung cancer right now! 

each of us dying in our sleep.


it just goes on in this ridiculous way.




and then my mom was in the hospital with scary stuff happening to her

and no one likes when their mom is hurt.

she is home now but she still has to endure things like 'plasma exchange' every other day until 

who knows when.

and yes, plasma exchange is real and it can save you but it's not fun.


accepting donations of xanax, brown liquor, money and magic.


this post brought to you by the sun and guy fieri's backwards sunglasses.