My Dear followers…

I feel as though I may not have been very clear in my last post. So listen up my wonderful whack jobs.

About 95% of the time when I “like” something it’s cuzz, I like, really, really, like it.

However – there are some posts like say…about joining a merry band of naked, self proclaimed cult followers that I may have “liked” last week….My point in my last post was mostly directed at the one or two individuals that then contacted me – wanting me to join their naked cult-ness (seriously).

So really my point is I support you alllllll. I love all of your work and even the stuff I don’t agree with – I support your right to get all crazy and junk. I just don’t want to get naked with you (well actually…hmmm…..) and worship a pez dispenser, ok?

Kisses,

Catriona

I like it. But I may not actually LIKE it.

I donno if you guys noticed but I get around. Like big time. OH MY STARS get your head out of the gutter!

I meant on the internet. Crap. That doesn’t sound much better does it? Sighhh.

I “Like” alot of blog posts. I do. I spend some (a lot?) of my spare time reading blogs. I like to see what oozes out of people’s brains. However, When I “like” something it doesn’t necessarily mean I like the content on the page. It’s more of a “I was here, yo” not a “OMG I SO AGREE WITH ALL THE IGNORANT STUFF YOU JUST POSTED.” I feel like I shouldn’t have to explain this buuuutttt I got some pretty FUCKIN’ crazy E-mails last week. I love crazy E-mails, hate mail especially….but some of the E-mails I have been getting in regards to my liking blog posts were a little whacked out.

Just because I liked your post about joining a cult doesn’t mean I want to (or that I want to get matching T-shirts for the occasion, for that matter), ok? It just means I read your blog and support your right to be completely outa your flippin’ mind.

So, yeah. Settle down my weirdos. It’s all going to be ok.

I’m going to go get drunk on Oreos and Oj now.

Catriona

Oh, and for the question about how to pronounce my name: Cat-tree-own-uh.

Please claim your missing purple tentacles HERE.

Are you missing your purple tentacles? Because I have them.

I don’t know why I have them, or why you chose to leave them on the floor of my bedroom (creeper), but you did and so now I have them. I don’t want them. Please, please claim them. You have no idea how disturbing it is to have someone else’s tentacles just hangin’ around the house all willy nilly.

Also, I hope that I don’t find your head lurking around…..I’ve spoken to my child and he assures me he has no idea who you are or why your tentacles would be bangin’ around my house.

Seriously, get your body parts outa my house.

Thanks,

Catriona

What day is it? Warning: May contain traces of clown.

Whoooooa it’s Monday. Gack.

Just stop it Monday, just. STOP.IT.

Have you guys checked out the new footage of the Northampton Clown? It’s creepy as hell, even for me. I love it. Hahah I wanna hug that clown. Here clownyyyyyy Clownyyy clooownnnnyyy…..

Spent the Morning stalking some of my favorite people. Gosh you people lift my spirits. If you’ve liked my FB page…you will notice it’s gone. I’ve killed it off. Instead, if you wish, you can add me. It’s just so much  easier for everyone involved (read: I’m lazy and sorta wanna stalk you).

Just so we are all on the same page: I’m eating rye toast and thoroughly enjoying it. Naked. Ok not naked. But, still, YUM. Support Group Needed?

Alright I’ll post more later. I need to go play in my garden (no, that’s not code, perverts).

Catriona

 

It’s not what you think it’s about

Alllllllllllllright my minions, I won t be spewing about clowns today.

Instead, you get this.

Why? Because I said so. That’s why. You take it, and you like it.

Catriona

 

You guys are WEIRD. (Warning: content was made in a facility that uses clowns)

You all will like a post about me molesting a (plastic) owl’s butt for the pleasure of my lips (gloss), but if I even mention CLOWNS –  only a few of you like it. Hahahhaha I know you guys saw it. I’m a stalker like that. HAHHAHHAHAHA. No seriously. But, it’s OK. I understand. lmao.

If you have used your eye holes, you will see I’ve attached a warning to my title. This is not only because it amuses me – but because a follower of mine expressed a true phobia of clowns. I ❤ my followers. (You may also want to stay away from my twitter for a few more days if you don’t do clowns well…..)

The Northampton clown has promised something big for the end of the week people! I can’t wait!

Ok Ok oOOOooooooK..so enough about clowns.

Oh damn, I hear work calling my name. . . .

Catriona

 

 

 

 

I heart me some clowns. HARD.

Don’t judge me. Jerks.

I’ve always loved clowns. And masks for that matter; but that’s a whole separate subject (obsession?). When I was a child my room was filled with clowns of all types. From creepy to adorable, I had a room full of terror for those with a phobia – which I never understood (tho I really don’t understand phobias like should anyway, I suspect. I have none and don’t get it). I remember some of my friends screamed and ran from my room upon first visit. So worth it. hah. Ahhhhhhh Childhood.

Annnny way, if you follow my twitter of facebook you’d know I’m so completely enthralled by the UK clown. The Northampton clown has so many people’s nickers in a bunch that I almost can’t take it. Flippin’ hilarious. Oh and NOW there’s a “Clown catcher” dressed as a super hero. He goes out at night in hopes of catching the clown. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! Some times the universe comes thru for me entertainment wise; I could just hug it for this tremendous gift. ahahahahaha.

Twitter is blowing up with reactions – both good and bad. I’ve been so busy watching the action I haven’t done a damn thing that could be considered productive. Look it up on twitter, I dare you: #Northhamptonclown. You will be amused. Or scared to death. One of those.

Sorry for the poorly written post -I’ve gotta get back to the clown watch. stat.

Catriona

Undercover beotch

That’s right. I’m under cover. . As in; in bed with the covers over my head. Don’t ask me why! Its none yo! Hah. Freaks.

Where the hell have you (read: I ) been?!

HOLY BUTT SAUCE, It’s been crazy.

(Butt sauce?? I have no idea, it’s just what came to mind. I deeply apologize.)

Did I mention before that I took on a new job annnnnd a few new projects? WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING? heh.

……we interrupt this post to inform you that my son’s tablet charger is, as he put it; “All jacked up”. . sigh, he is my child, isn’t he?……

I miss you guys. I miss reading all your crazy funny posts. Most of you make me laugh like mad, even when I want to bang my head. I just haven’t had much time these days. Hopefully that will change soon. I know I have awards and E-mails/questions to get to, I’m working on it. Well, at this moment I’m really not. But, I plan on doing so very, very soon. hahah.

Did you guys know it’s almost Autumn?! Sweet butt kisses (OH MY STARS WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? I have a butt issue today. It’s totally not like that, I SWEAR…) I LOVE AUTUMN. I’m a complete freak about it, too. I might have a small (read: FUCKING GINORMOUS) pumpkin problem. I happen to live in an area that is sucky for this time of year, it’s very sad. But, half the time I pretend I’m in a completely different part of the world anyway, lest I die of flippen lack of stimulation from the sheer dullness of this place. ugh. I’m having to fight the urge not to ramble on about PUMPKINS! Whhhooooooooo! Anyways…..

So yeah this post is all sorts of crazy, I’m sorry I’m not sorry. hahaha.

Answer my pole, bitches.

I just wanted to check in, I’ll be back soon. Behave, wackos.

Catriona