I am either:
a) weeping silently to myself, wallowing in a narcissistic self-pitying stupor, usually on the couch, but often in my car, because self-absorbed people don't care who sees them bawl over nothing.
b) having a great f*cking time!
And this week included equal amounts of both. Clover was all, blogga what? Blogga who? I would wallow in my self-absorbed depression and then laugh about it with my friends at night as we got drunk on beerz.
I have life figured OUT, people.
Now I know that anyone with two eyes and a heart was moved by this here image this week:
That paw! That sweet little upturned fat koala face!
You just wanted to melt and punch something all at the same time.
So early in the week I was rounding out two solid days of feeling sorry for myself, and wearing the sad pants like they were my most cherished knee high socks when I went out with my awesome writer friends who also look great in sad pants, but who are willing to take them off at the prospect of group drinking. I heart my friends.
So early into the evening, conversation turned to this Burn Victim Koala and how all our lives had been touched forever by its cuteness and thirstiness.
Within moments we brilliantly decided to recreate this picture. If a Koala and an Australian Fireman could change the lives of so many, perhaps we (Internet Sensation and her Most Beautiful Blog Girlfriend Georgia Hardstark could also affect the masses with a paw and an upturned face.)
But I am here to report to you that the result was merely:
SLUTS AT A BAR.
Um, yeah. Sluts boozing. That's what we got. I think Georgia nailed the paw, but the Modelo inherently clowns the moment. Also the girl-on-girl vaguely Coyote Ugly vibe. And the grainy photo quality. But almost!
I would also like to add this was cerveza uno. This was when we were still talking about current events and expressing compassion towards living creatures other than ourselves. Yes, this was sober. But when you are trying to take something sweet and innocent and recreate with beer and bordello lighting, you will only look like Sluts at a Bar. Please believe.
Anyway, happy Valentine's Day, my intertronic lovers. I would totally hold yer paws and shove beer down your throats. Because that is love.
Now I am going on an adventure which I will report back on soon-like.
xoxo.
10 comments:
Teh embarrassment: I am dying of it.*
*but also laughing my ass off, so all is well.
Both pics melted my cold Wisconsin heart.
Fucking brilliant. That's all I can say. And yes, Coyote Ugly was the first association I made, too.
The second picture was far more touching, as it hit closer to home. The only way this photo could be any better is if it were taken in the forest. Or the back alley. I'm just sayin'.
Oh! And if you want to hear more about hot tub man, email me :)
A CFA jacket would probably have helped, but good show nonetheless.
Coyote Ugly is still pretty damn touching.
I knew I could count on you to pour beer down my throat. A true friend indeed.
GA-We. rule. Especially you and your big interweb takeover with the McNuggetini! WOOT!
YIfO-I will also hold your cold paw. I hear those get cold in Wisconsin, too.
Miss Em-Get here for that layover!
bex-The back alley is where all photo shoots should take place. CLEARLY. i am hitting you up shortly for hot tub man low down.
nico-details, details. whatever. boob shirts are always better than CFA jackets. unless firefighting is required. but whatever.
Racquel-coyote ugly has heart. thank you for acknowledging this. i mean, who doesn't love the touching story of a beautiful "singer-songwriter" trying to make her way in the big bad city?
Surviving-i knew you got life.
Boy, that koala is hitting the Pushkin pretty hard. Well, he's lost his home, guess he's entitled.
Did you make it back from this adventure in one piece?
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