Would you like to come over and split a bottle of vodka?

I'm drunk.
And watching TMZ.

Alone.

But as long as it's not a PBR in an alley, I'm still classy.

Vodka martinis really put the donk in my badonkadonk.
And apparently, I didn't spell that right.
Whatthefuckever.

So, blogging is so much EASIER when I've been drinking.
And when I remember to write the shit that I think down, it's better than finding random notes around my house that are completely non-sensical and tend to be really charged with prejudice.
Drunk Pepper isn't as open and accepting as Sober Pepper.
Except she has way better dance moves.

And she's hotter.

My last blog note is carefully preserved (in my garbage) and I dug it out to share due to the asking of ALL MY FANS.


It goes...

"Occupy whatever movement=push for communism.

Equal opportunity love means you love whoever you fall in love with. DUH. Just like college

Fat people are annoying and amusing. Why is it bad and mean to hate on fat? I'd rather poke on it.

Watch Bai Ling 'You Touched Me, I Don't Know You.' New theme song?

Stuff I need for groceries: bacon, pickles, chips, weed. Hah. But really.

Obama=next Al Green. Sing, MOTHER FUCKER.

Grocery list: bacon, pickles, chips, weed. Hah. Still funny.

Wine=add to groceries. Drank all. Out of wine. Fuck.

There is a sexy black man on TV. Google him.

Damnit, what's his name?

Buy wine.

Invention idea...steak flavored gum.

Get license for that shit."

Fuck.

The long awaited, much belated second post

Why hello, dear reader...

Yes, I'm pretty sure the only reader I have thus far is Miss California Kay.

It has been quite some time since I have posted on my new blog, but not for lack of things to write about.  I have been excruciatingly busy with the holidays, my lovely daughter, and my freshly engaged-to-a-douchebag sister.  I also have a terrible habit of "writing" fabulous sparkling blog posts in my head, and never getting them onto a computer for viewing pleasure.

My beloved little sister got engaged this December, and I have been quite beside myself with sadness and disappointment.  It is so difficult to see someone you love and care about so much throw their life away on someone who could never be their equal.  I've been struggling with the line between knowing that the relationship is not right and supporting my sister's decision to be with someone.  However, no matter how much me and my family disapprove of the man she wants to marry, I am still her sister first and foremost.  I will attend her wedding, tear up from her beauty as she walks down the aisle, and decorate her vehicle with a quirky "Just Married" sign. 

I'm still going to spit in his drink when he's not looking.