So Many RedHeadz!

Eeny Meeny Miney Moe, I spot two raging HO-MO's! 

We'd totez make out with you - but we're redheads. And that kind of hotness repels.

Tickle Me Pissed Off

Well, well, well.  

We meet again my fine, fury, "red" friend.  Despite your sexy celebrity friendz, you can't hide the fact that you've been hitting the box for yeaaaaaaarz.  We've got you on our radar, you slippery customer.  We'll be watching...we'll be watching...

Trick or Treat.

This Halloween is brought to you by the letters F

And U

Happy Fucking Halloween, fakerz.

Postpartum Depression

Woke up with vomitz on my face this morning. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that I had that reoccurring nightmare where I'm forced to watch HONEY. After taking a hot shower I thought everything was rainbows and unicorns again. Not so fast, me. 

It seems that Hess-i-cah Alba has not only taken it upon herself to star in some of the worst films of all time, but is now also starring in a little role I like to call, "I got a shitty dye job."

Dying your hair does not make the pain go away.

This Is What a Virgin Looks Like.

Remember that movie Casper? Remember how I wanted to make out with Devon Sawa at the end when he turns into a real boy? You totally ruined that for me. And now THIS.

PS- Did you know Devon Sawa is a total badass?!? Not that I still stalk him. Or anything...

The "Redhead"?

Isn't it scary when the lights go out and all the trolls around your room go and rape your electronics?

Do you know what is scarier?

When your iPod births THIS!

Something Isn't Adding Up Here...

Rihanna, baby, baby. Where to begin?

You've had a rough year, we all know that. You are sporting your trademark pleather outfit, and you ROCK it. But the lipstick? This brassy redhair? You're one leopard print shirt away from being my Grandma in Florida, when she frosts her lips and gels her hair for a "night out" at the Red Lobster.

Nice shades though...