Oh boy, it has been a crazy two weeks.
First of all, I got engaged. For reals, yo!
Shandyowl and I are apparently so fucking awesome that we don't do traditional. We do awesome. Out tattoos are of interrobangs, which is Greek for 'what the fuck'? I joke. It stands for how both of us live our lives: constant confusion and excitement. We fit together like peas in a pod. Obviously I am a badass, using phrases like peas in a pod. Jeez, get a hold of yourself Elle! Oh, one more thing on the interrobang. Shandyowl told me it used to be a key on old ass typewriters! Now, if that is not nerdy awesomeness, I don't know what is.
I learned today that I get not two or one, but THREE antique rings to choose from for my 'real' wedding ring. I am so excited, because I would not be able to accept diamonds that are not antique. Holy crap, it is actually happening for me!
While my sweet Squidget (AKA Shandyowl) and I were in Portland we did many things. Like go to the zoo. Squidget took a few pictures, and I am using those for this blog because I took none. So if you look at his blog it is quite similar to mine, but only on the surface. Hee hee.
This is no Hiphopopotamus, but it is a Hippo. Very lazy and hot.
I love birds. I will not give them their sugar water until they commit to perching on me. I must say, many a bird bit me to tell me they did not want to get on my arm, but I coaxed this little motherfucker onto my arm. Shandyowl claims it is my sweetness, but I believe it is my bitchiness that made this bird perch on my arm. Perch on my arm. Sit on my arm. I said those things a lot in that paragraph.
Here is Mr. Owl at the fucking Africafe. Holy crap what a stupid name. Funny, nonetheless.
Isn't he adorable? I think so.
I climbed this motherfucking tree in less than 45 seconds, I am sure. It was a good tree. My tattoo had just been done, so that is the curious bandage on my right arm.
My sweet Veruca Salt made friends with Squidget. She even drooled on his arm. He is very lovable, people.
Here is a picture Squidget took of her waiting for me to come home (or so he claims, I think she just likes to look outside. Also, she waits at the bathroom door and meows at me if I shut it. She is trazy.) And yes, she stuck her butt in his face to show her true affection towards him.
Well, I also had to go to a funeral yesterday. It was my ex's stepfather. He shot himself in the head. I was trying to be there for B, my ex, because we managed to stay friends, one of my best at that. I am pissed at him for ditching me because his stupid fat girlfriend felt threatened of me. I'M FUCKING ENGAGED! WHY BE JEALOUS?
So that made me feel like crap. But I love his mother so much. I got to be there for her too.
Elleseven out for now!
First of all, I got engaged. For reals, yo!
Shandyowl and I are apparently so fucking awesome that we don't do traditional. We do awesome. Out tattoos are of interrobangs, which is Greek for 'what the fuck'? I joke. It stands for how both of us live our lives: constant confusion and excitement. We fit together like peas in a pod. Obviously I am a badass, using phrases like peas in a pod. Jeez, get a hold of yourself Elle! Oh, one more thing on the interrobang. Shandyowl told me it used to be a key on old ass typewriters! Now, if that is not nerdy awesomeness, I don't know what is.
I learned today that I get not two or one, but THREE antique rings to choose from for my 'real' wedding ring. I am so excited, because I would not be able to accept diamonds that are not antique. Holy crap, it is actually happening for me!
While my sweet Squidget (AKA Shandyowl) and I were in Portland we did many things. Like go to the zoo. Squidget took a few pictures, and I am using those for this blog because I took none. So if you look at his blog it is quite similar to mine, but only on the surface. Hee hee.
This is no Hiphopopotamus, but it is a Hippo. Very lazy and hot.
I love birds. I will not give them their sugar water until they commit to perching on me. I must say, many a bird bit me to tell me they did not want to get on my arm, but I coaxed this little motherfucker onto my arm. Shandyowl claims it is my sweetness, but I believe it is my bitchiness that made this bird perch on my arm. Perch on my arm. Sit on my arm. I said those things a lot in that paragraph.
Here is Mr. Owl at the fucking Africafe. Holy crap what a stupid name. Funny, nonetheless.
Isn't he adorable? I think so.
I climbed this motherfucking tree in less than 45 seconds, I am sure. It was a good tree. My tattoo had just been done, so that is the curious bandage on my right arm.
My sweet Veruca Salt made friends with Squidget. She even drooled on his arm. He is very lovable, people.
Here is a picture Squidget took of her waiting for me to come home (or so he claims, I think she just likes to look outside. Also, she waits at the bathroom door and meows at me if I shut it. She is trazy.) And yes, she stuck her butt in his face to show her true affection towards him.
Well, I also had to go to a funeral yesterday. It was my ex's stepfather. He shot himself in the head. I was trying to be there for B, my ex, because we managed to stay friends, one of my best at that. I am pissed at him for ditching me because his stupid fat girlfriend felt threatened of me. I'M FUCKING ENGAGED! WHY BE JEALOUS?
So that made me feel like crap. But I love his mother so much. I got to be there for her too.
Elleseven out for now!
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lyxzen:
i love the tattooooos! congrats, darlin!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo:
I cannot believe that a strange girl like you found somebody who wants to marry her.