i won the lottery, got published in a magazine, got cast in an episode of glee (i kill gwyneth's character) and i lost 5 lbs!

just kidding! fuck you it's monday!

 

 

actually if i'm being honest (and i always am) i did get sort of published in a magazine.

it's this magazine:

you can read it all here

 

it's a cute magazine. 

very bloggercentric..

lot's of people you know and read...

in fact you are probably in it too.

it's full of cute rooms, cute tips, cute recipes and even cute money tips for money idiots like me.

overall there is a lot of good shit in this magazine...really.  

i am seriously going to read at least 3 articles in it and i cannot say that about ANY OTHER ONLINE MAGAZINE!

in fact this will be the first time i take my laptop on the pooper.

 

anyway..

my little desk area is on page 56 and it's part of  the example on how to combine contrasting elements..

like a chrome and leathuh chair with a frenchy desk.

tips!

 go read it and improve your monday.

see you on the pooper!

 

 

design turd: mosaic turds

day 1-

 

new jersey cul de sac.

 

the challenge:

decorate some poor bastard's house.

there are 2 houses and therefore 2 poor bastards.

 

5 turds to 1 house.

 

poor bastard 1:

"i want something that doesn't suck bawls"

 

poor bastard #2:

"i want something that my kids can play in but looks like an adult space and doesn't suck bawls"

 

too bad bastards!!

 

EVERYTHING SUCKS BALLS!

 

cathy does the horses share of the shopping for her and brett and karl's room.

she buys a travertine topped table and some other ugly shit.

"travertine=global perspective".

 

chomp chomp chomp

 

 karl is all..i wanna shop too..  

 

karl and brett are over that bitch cathy..

"i'm so over that bitch cathy"

 

and cathy's all...

"whatchoo talkin bout karl? emmy emmy emmy..neigh.."

 

 

day 75

 

 

karl gets his way..

"don't worry bout it i'm just gonna smash em up and make the ugliest shit you ever saw"

 

 

mark and doug are fightin over paint and life..

fake smiles in a sea of vomit.

 

mark is all...

"i have a deep connection with nature and raw materials"

 

speaking of raw vaginas..

grab the (my) vagina, mark...grab the vagina..

 

 

and then kevin was all...

"just put me in the basement where i belong" 

 

 

 


and then meg was all..

"my style is vintage palm beach" 

 

and i was all excited thinking..

oooooo like this?

 

and this???

 

 and she was all..

no like this..

 

 and i was all..

 

 

and then leslie was all... 

 "i'm a lesbian"

and i was all..

don't you mean a les-LI-bian?

 

and then she mistook paint for putty, spilling it all over the new carpet

and fiona was all...

 

 

 and then bromstad showed up and i wanted to peel my face off my skull bones..

 

actually he seems super nice..

 

 

 

and then the novogratzs showed up...

and that shit got serious.

 

you should know that no footage exists of the novogratzs actually liking anything they saw.

 

 

here is why...

(brace yourselves)

it's seriously the WORST PART ABOUT THAT KITCHEN!!! 

just because you can do mosaic doesn't mean you should do mosiac. 

 

 

why is everything the color of cat puke and vagina?

 

 

totally. 

 

 

 would you like some tea with your throw up?

 

 

 

worst rug in the universe. 

 

 

angled rugs + pillows on the floor = poop.

 

 

murder.

 

 

sarah richardson is somewhere touching herself.

 

the best by a mile.

it's insipid but it doesn't offend me. 

 

oddly enough tweedleturd won with this: 

murder corner.

 

 

and doug lost with his vagina wall.

 

 

someone wake me up when it's down to mark and karl.

 

 

this shit just writes itself..

here you go dream analyzers..

what does it mean when you spill an ENTIRE BOX of kosher salt

but it's mixed with fennel seeds?

 

obviously an enormous amount of bad luck..

but

is it foreshaddowing to the type of bad luck?

is mario batali coming to beat me to death with one of his orange crocs?

(i could take him)

or is he coming to make magical love to me only to flatten me with his intense girth?

i hope i never have to find out. (maybe)

 

what about this for obvious..

me and nene leakes wuz workin in the most popular store in the mall and we were obviously best friends for life..

until she ROLLER SKATED AWAY FROM ME!!  

 

i roller skated after her but just kept getting lost.

i went through the food court grabbing up samples as i quickly and cutely skated by..

i kept thinking how the cool mall air felt so good against my skin as i whipped around.

but everytime i thought about what i was skating after i got real sad.

i never found nene.

i just woke up.

 

seriously..

that is one for the dream books if i ever did hear.

 

anyway..

 thanks for the nice comments yesterday.

you totally redeemed yourselves.

 

you might not realize but i actually read your comments, love your comments and take your comments to heart!

i consider you all my friends.

and some of you have offered me really great advice that i needed to get through tough times.

 

and i will absolutely think of the most awesome giveway in the universe to repay you for your kindness.

 

and to nancy who said: "stop begging for comments it is beneath you"...

i say to YOU..

i shovel month old, stale, SAVORY GARLIC flavored crackers through nutella and throw them into my mouth repeatedly throughout the day..

nothing is beneath me. 

 

as for your turd recap..

it's coming.

i have 2 deadlines this week, plus a little girl who is up in my grill every 4 seconds.

 

i will deliver it to you impatient bitches in a few hours.

so unless you wanna start paying me money to write this shit (it takes at least 5 hours to write one of these recaps)

i suggest you simmer down.

 

dreamy anger farts,

yesterday was not my best day..

i dreamt that i woke up with jet black hair.  

only not pretty jennifer connelly jet black hair..

it was like local patchouli scented thrift store employee jet black hair with flecks of blue.

it made me look real ugly.

so i went to a small town hair salon that a lot of sloppy, ugly people worked at (they wouldn't judge me).

i needed them to dye my hair back to blonde.

but i knew deep down that this would be a real hard task for people who probably had grocery store hair dyes

in the back room instead of super nice non hair frying expensive smelly goody hair bleaches and dyes.

the kind that are used on rich and famous ladies.

 

i went in and the sloppies were real nice and they told me they could fix it no problem.

so they bleached it..

and bleached it..

and then there were those little foil squares thrown in and i thought...ok..they know a little bit about some stuff.

 

and then when that shit was done it looked  A LOT like this:

and my face looked like that too.  in fact that is me.

 

but then as if that weren't enough trauma for one person to endure..

it started to turn black again.

every time i looked in the mirror it would get blacker..

and stringier..

and blue tips would emerge.

 

eventually i was severus snape.

 

moral of the story?

 

small town sloppy uglies are sometimes real nice and want to help. 

 

so yeah, my best friend moved away yesterday and thankfully the 6 of you who commented were full of hate and anger toward her too so that was nice to hear.

where were the rest of you assholes?

you don't want to send me hugs and a giant tub of nutella?!!

 

you will shit all over a picture of circus curtains but you can't leave a comment like,

oh jenny...i am so sorry you lost your friend...here...have this hug in the form of nice words.

 

just know that i know who you are and you will NOT be picked for my super awesome giveaway later in the month.  

(ok there isn't actually a giveaway but i aim to make one up just so that you can NOT be chosen)

 

 

and for those of you here for your design star recap you are going to have to wait a little bit.

i will deliver that golden turd tonight or tomorrow.

 

in the meantime please enjoy the blueness of these spaces that represent my sadness...

 

and shark week!!!!

 

 

bitter farts,

 

images via veranda 

 

well well...monday i see you are at it again...

this day has already confused me a great deal.

on the one hand i held a tiny white soft feral kitten that hangs out with her tiny white sister and tiny orange tabby brother on my porch.   i have been working on it for weeks.   so i consider that a HUGE win.

on the other hand my best girlfriend molly aka mollsballs is moving across the universe (LA) tomorrow and this will be the last day i see her.

she should know that i am NOT happy for her.

i do NOT wish her well.

i hope she fails miserably out there and hates it and has to move back here to be my bitch again.

sorry.  honesty is the best policy.

 

AND everyone sent me hate mail about this photo:

i still think it's delightful.

circusy curtains and all.

 

 

but...

it's shark week!!

yay!

sharks trying to eat people makes up for my sadness.