For the girl who likes Robots.

These photos are from my lovely friend Muoiy (pronounced as MU-OI-EE — you do realize it’s a pseudonym, right?). She knows I like ROBOTS.. and yes, I DO! They are sooo cute~~


Since I said in my last post that I WONT talk about food…but I do so want to! So, let’s talk about babies today. (No, I didn’t eat a baby — a quick recap on that story: I somehow said I would eat babies. Ok..don’t judge me…)












Babies. Toddlers. Little people. Things. Whatever you want to call them. They are often referred to as a gift from God, a bundle of joy, etc. But I firmly believe they are a PUNISHMENT from God for all the SIN we commit.

Last night I was in the proximity of a baby/toddler/thing/kid. I wasn’t even baby-sitting. I was just sitting near it. It was HORRIBLE. Why do they bother us real people like that??

I know, I know, I was once one of them too. Which is why I have a new found respect for my mother. What a GREAT woman she is.

That little toddler comes up to me — when I was clearly trying to play invisible — and asks to drink my water. I said, “Well, this is mine. Go get your own.” She snatches my cup, shouts, “Mine! MINE!” I take it back. “No, you can’t just take what you want.” She grabs my hand, splashing the water everywhere and proceed to LICK MY CUP. Then she smiles at me and says, “It’s MIINNEEEE.”


What a little bitch.



So there. Who wants babies? Things that go around stealing what’s yours and licking your cups.