I’ve hit the wall, Gorgeouses. I’m tired again. Like, REALLY tired.

Mostly it’s because the Rascal’s been SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME, like, every 45 minutes…or less…for the past two days — ya think? Or, it’s this CARAZAY Canadian winter we’re having. Like, look at it out here!


The picture does NOT do it any justice.

Can you believe?

Or, maybe it’s because I keep finding things like THIS when I reach for my HEALTHY (but OH SO BORING) Ezekiel 4:9 cereal?:


SHORRRRRTCAAAAAAKE.

Don’t feel TOO bad for me, though, Gorgeouses. Because this particular kind of Peek Frean, I won’t TOUCH with my father’s 10-foot fishing rod (which, in turn, you couldn’t pay me to touch with a 10-foot pole). Know why? Because — can you believe? — there’s BEEF FAT in it! What? You don’t believe me? LOOK:


B to the E to the E to the F to the F to the A to the T! BEEF FAT!

I’s okay, though, Gorgeouses. I got Minden. And, GORGEOUSES? Minden’s got FANS! Some of you DO come here for him. So, I give you THIS because I love you….

Okay, so, imagine you’re me. Here’s Minden. Sitting in front of you at your computer (with Ms. PINKBERRY)….

Kay, Now he’s coming at you. Here he comes!

Huh? Wha? Wait!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!Ejfiohf ijroooojogeptihdooghhhhhhhhribknv

GASP! TONGUE IN MOUTH! TONGUE IN MOUUUUUUUTH!!! phft ptew phft. EW! Kind of, erm, sandpapery on one side and GEEEEWWWY SLIIIIMY on the other!

I think I’m going to be sick. ‘Scuse me….

Must take mind off that…. Must take mind off…. There….

See that mouth? MY BOOB IS IN THAT MOUTH practically TWENTY-FOUR SEVEN!

AAAAND, we cut this post short to go stick boobie in mouth. (Bring it AWN, Googlers!)

Gorgeouses! Don’t forget to check…

We got a YUGE roundup today…. I’m finally getting back into the old swing of things…. LOTS OF GOSSIP. LOVE! xo Haley-O