Just an update: I have several other awards to acknowledge and pass on – The entries are mostly written but I’m having an issue with Worpress saving. Took 18 million mofoin’ tries to get this to save. SNARL.
Until then, I leave you with this:
Catriona
I was nominated for this award back in November of 2012 by a MightyTurk. I was over the moon and speechless to have received the award. At the time my life was overrun with Monkeys and Drama and AHHHHHHH! AHhahhaahha! I just now just sorta wondered back here so I want to accept and share!
I suggest you guys head over to MightyTurk‘s blog. His posts are always engaging, I friggen love the photos he posts. I’m definitely jealous of this guy’s travels, jerk. HAHAHAH. Thanks for the nomination MightyTurk! You rock my (penis) socks!
The rules of this nomination:
Seven things about myself, yikes. No one wants any of that! HAHHA. Fine:
1. I need to brush my hair, like, right now. Damn.
2. My issue with Coffee is way, way more complicated than any of you realize. We are in love, Coffee and I. We don’t care what you think.
3. I like the words “Bitchtits” & “Jackhole” entirely too much for it to be considered any kind of healthy.
4. I have questionable taste in Friends, apparently.
5. If I could do the horizontal polka with one appliance, it would be my French Press.
6. There may have been a change in my marital status in the last few months…
7. I’m craving jalapeno poppers.
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Nominate 5-10 Bloggers:
1. Keli Paan
2. Ajaytao
5. MovieJoltz
6. MissyTwisted
7. Nicholiovich
9. Jess
Alright weirdos, I’m off to find some Jalapeno poppers. ❤
Catriona
Yeah, Hi. Good Morning.
I despise morning. Who ever invented mornings should be taken out back and shot. In the knee caps. Then, tied to an angry cow. Yeah, I said it. You know you were thinking it. Anrgry.Mother.Fuckin’.Cow.
Have you ever had one of those mornings where you sit in the other room listening to what you strongly HOPE is the coffee dripping into the cup, and not the floor, and wonder…..am I going to have to lick my coffee from the floor, agian… damn…… At home, I don’t have this issue because I use a coffee press not a mofoin’ one cup Keurig thingie. Evil Keurig. FUCK YOU KEURIG.
I’m getting old. I think I will pick up knitting. I think my first attempt at knitting will be a Penis Sock. Xmas is just around the corner and since a lot of people I love happen to own a penis – I need to get going. The problem here is how does one go about deciding the size of the sock needed?……yeah, think about that one for a min.
Alright, I am off….heh….
Catriona
Yeah I’m dumpin’ don’t judge me.
I have some ridiculous crap that I am gonna dump allllll over you. …
Hold on to your panties, this is going to get interesting. .
I FRIGGEN LOVE THIS. HAHAHHAHA!! I love the MOFO’in BunnyRaptor!!!! I LOVE THE BUNNYRAPTOR!
This just makes me laugh…
Ummmmmm……..hmmmmmmm…….I’m sorta upset I don’t get these kinda spiders in my house. ..
WILL SOMEONE TELL ME, PLEASE, WHAT IN THE BLUE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!
HAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!
I will leave you with that.
Catriona
So, I keep disappearing. (It will happen from time to time. I have tons of projects I pull the strings for…)
And when I disappear, I get mail. A lot of mail.
Some hate mail, some love mail, but mail none the less (for the record, I really, really LOVE the hate mail). I get questions and comments, and just plan raw ridiculousness that makes me squish with excitement.
I’ve decided! I’ve decided that I’m going to start posting the messages, and tweets and weird stuff that I get from all the various media outlets that I lend myself to, here. Well not all, that’s crazy talk. Some. The some that I like, or the some that I think should be out in the land of entertainment, the land of real. Unless you give me direct permission to use your first name, user name, or sex handle (whatever you are into, weirdo) I will post them anonymously.
I get so many questions. SO.MANY.QUESTIONS. I love questions, I do. But, it would be so much easier for my lazy ass if they were, for the most part, in the same place. So, I will be answering questions on posts like this one. They will be filed under “Ask Catriona” and you will be free to read all the stuff people say to me when they think no one is looking. LMAO You are all free to ask any question you feel the need to ask, here, as well. I reserve the right to tell you to go to hell and delete your post (very rarely will I do this, but I draw the line at child abuse and old people beating questions, or statements). I almost always answer every question. Just sometimes never in any type of speedy manner.
Oh, also. For the most part – you will get more than one answer to choose from. I believe in freedom, and you have the freedom to believe what you want to be believe. And I have the freedom to keep you guessing, mofo.
Let’s start with the last round of questions and comments I have received. No names will be used, as no one had a chance to give permission.
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Q: Catriona, what do you smell like?
ANSWER(s):
A. I smell like I imagine a fresh vagina would, while dancing in the rain.
B. I smell like a tonic made from fruit flies.
C. Walnuts.
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Q: Is Catriona your real name?
ANSWER(s):
Yes, one of my many. Bologna being my first.
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Q: Can I have your phone number?
ANSWER(s):
A. No, but the reason isn’t you, it’s me. I’m the biggest stalker EVER. Sometimes (read: MOST times) I cannot help myself and I get a little out of hand. The collection of protection orders against me is starting to pile up, and my lawyer says that I need to stop, like, now. He also wont let me publish a compilation of the protection orders all the lovers of the world have lovingly bestowed upon me. He’s an asshole.
B. Fuck that shit, yo.
C. I would, but you need to talk to my pimp first.
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Q: Can I have you E-mail address?
ANSWER(s):
A. Of course you can! Duh, it’s Ilovethecrack@braahahahaha.com
B. NO, weirdo!
C. I might be reachable at Catrionaiscrazy@gmail.com.
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That’s not even the tip of the weirdoburg. I love the weirdoburg.
Alright, that is all for now.
Catriona
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