A picnic that you cannot eat. Talk about being a tease. I actually think this is like one of the cruelest things ever devised, a nonedible picnic. I put this because of my recent discussions of life with Isabel where she told me she was very hungry. When I saw this image, I knew in my heart that Isabel could relate… because she is probably hungry right now.
– – LAUREN
On Today’s special edition on this, the week I share my odd feelings with the world… I bring to you
Jimmy
Yes, my very good friend Jimmy who reads things I post on this site… but doesn’t comment because he is afraid that the internet will track him all the way back to the Valley.
I don’t mean that Jimmy is odd in a disturbing unlikeable way, but my fixation with him may be.
Here are some of my photos in my collection of young Jimmy…
Note: To scare Jimmy more I am adding this part to the post
if you would like more information about Jimmy, or need me to post more pictures just ask… I have a collection
– – LAUREN
On Tuesday’s continuation of my miniseries things that I find odd I direct you to the month of my birth.
November
November means lots of things to many people. To my family and friends it means a day to celebrate my existence. To the British it boasts Cracker Night/Guy Fawkes Day on the 5th. And to American’s it boasts Thanksgiving.
When I was a child I like many children loved to look at the calendar to see what day my birthday was on. . . . but for the most part the calendar would have a hideous friend on it during that month that over the years I began to loathe… the cornucopia. That is right, that nasty horn filled with assorted berries and evil spirits. All I could think was February gets hearts, June gets flowers, July gets fireworks, December gets sweet baby Jesus and November… is only good enough to get… a cornucopia.
Here look at my despair:
Thank you American Calendar makers for ruining my dreams of an awesome calendar experience for my birthday.
I hope you are happy.
— Lauren
I have decided to celebrate this week to its fullest potential I will each and everyday make a post about things that are not so right in this world…
Welcome to International Things that I find odd week!
I have been being driven insane by these ads that seem to cater to all the information that I place into the internet. There are always the diet ads that plague both Isabel and I, we assume Facebook is not pleased with our physique. They usually boast some sort of celebrity or food.
BUT some of the ads that pop up are really quite… special.
Since I falsely boast an engagement with Nancy on Facebook, I get all sorts of wedding related articles such as photographers and places that want use to book our faux nuptials.
Of course the ads share with me such other necessities as “Wedding Restrooms” that need no description after you read the ad.
But thus far my favorite wedding related ads are “disposable wedding cameras”… can they only be used at weddings??? Really??? There is no other event they would sell them for? That seems like event racism to me.
My foremost favorite ad besides immigrating to Canada, has to be disposable flasks, because my hefty, engaged ass that loves Canada and 1980s related cinema is in desperate need to drink, and so much so that I need to have a personalized disposable flask.
– – LAUREN
Viciously Sweet 