Thank fuck I don't know that feeling.
But Sherri does. She's one of my first regular readers. I've been reading The Claw for what, three years now? Until her Mom found it. And Sherri did exactly what I'd do if my Mom found mine (which will never happen as my Mom doesn't know what a computer is let alone how to turn it on, let alone what she had for breakfast); she scrapped The Claw *sniff* and has launched a brandy new secret squirrel blog with the ass kickingest name ever:
If you like good movies and good music and good style in general, go check her new digs out. If you don't like any of those things, at least you'll get some good eye candy as her boyfriend is none other than the fuckhawt Ryan Gosling.
A newer friend who has a blog with an equally kisk ass name Is That A Promise Or a Threat posted this song this week, and it sent me into full on obsession:
This song makes me want to go and get my heart broken, pull up a patch of grass under a tree and get wasted drinking whiskey straight from the bottle.
And this one? Might actually meet the approval of Sherri.
Whaddya think Ms. Post Taste? Admit it. Your head was boppin' and your toes a' tappin.
Also? It is a good thing that my current boyfriend and I have an open relationship becase:
Yeah. That's an Avett Brother.
Pretty please with
There was more to this post, stuff about Deaf kids with stripper names and Organic Turnip Farmers, you know, regular stuff, but I got all distracted with the hawtness and the drunkness, so I'm going to stop here.