Happy Thursday errrrryone. I hope that you are all having a fantastic week thus far. I have a small confession today, your girl is tired and emotionally spent. Last night I had one of the best times ever with the Poshmark team, along with Adiel and Maria celebrating everything sparkle and leather. Then this morning the BFFLRoomie found a deadasadoornail mouse behind my couch and I screamed and then cried. She asked what to do with it because it was so small. "Should we have a funeral and bury it?" I was all, "Ummmm, hell no. You throw that freaking thing away and pray to God you don't have rabies." I hate rodents. They creep me out. Ziggy was looking at me like, "Mom, I have nothing to do with this." To which I said: "Clearly dude, because you couldn't shove your bigasshead and body behind the couch and get your non-snout having face into that corner to kill that SOB! You are on mouse watch for the rest of your natural born life though, Zig. Capice?" He is currently at ninja school learning to walk on rice paper....The teacher called and told me that he thinks Ziggy is a narcoleptic. I told the dude: "Look Danielsan, he is a freaking Bulldog. That is what he does. He sleeps." What an idiot.
|Shoes: Dolce Vita (similar). Shorts. Top: H&M|
Since I started my day on a grosstip, I will continue the trend. This week's WIMYST is brought to you by poop. Listen, I know it's not ladylike, but if poop isn't funny to you then you should probably pull that stick out of your bum, you woundtight jerkface.
OK y'all. I aint never told a lie, so I'm not going to start now. The following video is Dis-gusting, but I laughed so hard watching this, I snorted. Sorry in advance.
The next video is definitely staged but makes me laugh nonetheless...possibly because I feel like I worked with an Art Director who was definitely this guy.
Everyone poops! Even you.