tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79175071324858777332024-02-19T00:36:16.647-05:00Bless This Mess'A witty women is a treasure. A witty beauty is a power.'Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-13055666177716379732011-05-19T01:27:00.002-04:002011-05-19T01:29:05.894-04:00Be Nice To Each Other!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoADVwm882BDndLjvOGfsrv5QjoA-8m0Zv0nUHUDm4y_uRi9si2LPkV9pQzrumkDuRLlXp2Uv_iZyf0wczl8kT31c5AHrc8AH75OafDyTbyXrvhwiWeL_Ia0cW9NHMmEqz7p1C2w43lI/s1600/blogkewpieana.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyoADVwm882BDndLjvOGfsrv5QjoA-8m0Zv0nUHUDm4y_uRi9si2LPkV9pQzrumkDuRLlXp2Uv_iZyf0wczl8kT31c5AHrc8AH75OafDyTbyXrvhwiWeL_Ia0cW9NHMmEqz7p1C2w43lI/s320/blogkewpieana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608294765724186786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We are all the same on the inside.</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-75243738384634308902011-05-11T01:55:00.001-04:002011-05-11T01:57:06.777-04:00Laundry Day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVqBvlvYT9XCOgM9Bz7feUFsuC5s1vkDOwzhmCm7Cz3NSioeyPZBJY4vqZjQeAiaeQezuTmpept3BhjjbubUp19dV-e8tD45lk3CxtTjZcf7NMVb-M4vf5qi74aKuYQmxCKBxDJS0IRA/s1600/blogsharklaundry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVqBvlvYT9XCOgM9Bz7feUFsuC5s1vkDOwzhmCm7Cz3NSioeyPZBJY4vqZjQeAiaeQezuTmpept3BhjjbubUp19dV-e8tD45lk3CxtTjZcf7NMVb-M4vf5qi74aKuYQmxCKBxDJS0IRA/s320/blogsharklaundry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605333259515761746" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-56474725386422742512011-05-09T13:14:00.002-04:002011-05-09T13:15:28.837-04:00Dead Tired!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAgSs_aYeiLjH1RW6E3KpQJYqm2uOqObF-2pIOPYkOuzml5fJmV2Ud31gbb3RuOl9xB_l27mZtXhdh2Dtt-kJUsWhOQHTqwrpddAZ0OB0sCbDxMeeXm7Ty1gXOHMwTLg77rzK4aCxTws/s1600/blogcoffincouch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAgSs_aYeiLjH1RW6E3KpQJYqm2uOqObF-2pIOPYkOuzml5fJmV2Ud31gbb3RuOl9xB_l27mZtXhdh2Dtt-kJUsWhOQHTqwrpddAZ0OB0sCbDxMeeXm7Ty1gXOHMwTLg77rzK4aCxTws/s320/blogcoffincouch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604766054552682402" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-47029754333962622942011-05-06T13:04:00.002-04:002011-05-06T13:08:34.447-04:00Faith Overcomes Every Obstacle<div style="text-align: center;">Meet Faith. See the awesome healing powers of booze. It's a miracle. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And further proof that alcohol makes you a dick.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxhlwnTtWTrRb_XrfjurjhyphenhyphenYlK1SVAOy3zlKsCTzfU-Fv1HX011_zdcC0HkiDTVsppNGJtthovR73XrpsurgjG5vsbmVLjj0Ct72MoVXBo6KHTIVN_BqPu12v0XZ7EILKBApiW3_dUJQ/s1600/miracle.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFxhlwnTtWTrRb_XrfjurjhyphenhyphenYlK1SVAOy3zlKsCTzfU-Fv1HX011_zdcC0HkiDTVsppNGJtthovR73XrpsurgjG5vsbmVLjj0Ct72MoVXBo6KHTIVN_BqPu12v0XZ7EILKBApiW3_dUJQ/s320/miracle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603650243794894594" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-53893628862281070062011-05-01T23:54:00.008-04:002011-05-19T01:30:48.895-04:00Barack Potter<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: medium; ">Osama Bin Laden is dead, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; line-height: 14px; font-size: medium; ">but we still need to find and destroy the 7 other horcruxes.</span></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-81214495479236035142011-04-29T00:00:00.002-04:002011-04-29T00:00:01.089-04:00A Wedding to Di for.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDfCeG2ca1tq2sBn5Us8a_2zVCMwia5Y-ZL8hXSnyyrmID799yPjI1N7oVl6yuqCopa4KjxFpqnJuPS8Yn-q_JhwjluAg7mThbYeJTNJGmlAde8yGqeV1CZDHrFGzmpeCsq6PaBPZrko/s1600/blogaprilwedding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDfCeG2ca1tq2sBn5Us8a_2zVCMwia5Y-ZL8hXSnyyrmID799yPjI1N7oVl6yuqCopa4KjxFpqnJuPS8Yn-q_JhwjluAg7mThbYeJTNJGmlAde8yGqeV1CZDHrFGzmpeCsq6PaBPZrko/s320/blogaprilwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583829295008725986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Something tells me Her Royal Highness, the Queen of England does not use the word 'bender'. I think people would like that stuffy old ladybird more if she did!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-87370620317233880642011-04-27T13:16:00.005-04:002011-04-28T01:42:16.235-04:00You're Full of Shit, Psycho!<div style="text-align: justify;">In honor of Donald Trump, a big old ugly piece of shit...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes, if your poops are too big, you have to do a little extra work to make them, uhm, go away. I think the best way to handle this situation is to fucking remain fucking calm. Stop the poop water from pouring out into the cat litter, cuss as you hurry to kick the rugs out of the way, yell at the cat who is trying to help, and cuss some more. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When the calm of the storm finally arrives, I like to sing this song at the top of my lungs...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dw6Fjo6VXTg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While plunging the toilet with this...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwXOqU-ce_y-ZnvYulLnRXL3DU_oi5Qe9go8lTJGR5aG7ezzMer6u0O2rJB2MpeK2qGEZInSiewSMjdou3iD3Hm7UGdpRP6UD1tCHlUIL-EJEydzDZ2zY-761NwMWUdbF2p3nK-kmorA/s1600/blogpsychplunger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLwXOqU-ce_y-ZnvYulLnRXL3DU_oi5Qe9go8lTJGR5aG7ezzMer6u0O2rJB2MpeK2qGEZInSiewSMjdou3iD3Hm7UGdpRP6UD1tCHlUIL-EJEydzDZ2zY-761NwMWUdbF2p3nK-kmorA/s320/blogpsychplunger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600313572695787762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> ...in a manic, crazy kinda way. Bonus points for leaving the door open and smiling in a manic 'I really enjoy this' fashion. Extra bonus points for holding it, dripping poop water, at someones neck when they ask if you need any help.</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-7245911508250428142011-04-25T20:31:00.003-04:002011-04-25T20:38:12.498-04:00Spinal Cracker<div style="text-align: justify;">Today I pushed my way through two Zumba classes and a Boot Camp class. Then I played catch with Sweetheart. I feel so good and I feel so bad! I gotta get my body to keep up with my brain, it still thinks we can do this kinda thing! So much fun. So much Advil. A nice hot shower, please! And maybe a little of this to mend my mid-to-late half of my mid-to-late twenty something old lady bones.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJb01H9blkZa2VmlokR3Bv_bHfBWigMaNtkkSJuBL5-OibeW-U86uaoyk-sF0H4YmTewJAR8tBtVp5hXbzvvH0hJOwh0y2MEmCZ9_5qJtds_Yd0Dnk3CucVi4q_Z2b7eM75vH89edgX0/s320/blogspinal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599684666660812210" />Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-54787029082870909952011-04-23T13:05:00.004-04:002011-04-23T13:16:27.264-04:00Allergies Attack My Life!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8m2lXFllDnrvec2Wxswu6Bj6mGJ4noV4CKgOWuZKMoD1LfBHh40pVCWKrX5MKx8tVTN522_NFBzL3Bn4ANAXcaKPjzvCcHTy7ZIGvD36HY73UBFSNiYRXCvYXKOPMmXvMbSpzQ8aemk/s1600/Image126.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp8m2lXFllDnrvec2Wxswu6Bj6mGJ4noV4CKgOWuZKMoD1LfBHh40pVCWKrX5MKx8tVTN522_NFBzL3Bn4ANAXcaKPjzvCcHTy7ZIGvD36HY73UBFSNiYRXCvYXKOPMmXvMbSpzQ8aemk/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598826805963256498" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It came out of nowhere. I was fine and watching<i> Pregnant in Heels</i>, and then BOOM! I can't breathe and my eye balls are gonna pop out and I am actively trying to gouge my sinus cavity. Allergy attacks make me look like a have a trout pout and a lazy eye. Sweetheart went to the store to get me medicines after midnight! This won him like, 3,816 best boyfriend points, and everybody knows you need that many to trade in for the good stuff. Less than that and you are stuck with Chinese finger traps and bulk candy from Oriental Trading. This is after a Singulair, a Zyrtec, and two Benedryl. I'm a drugged pollinated mess! Someone help my allergy woes!</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-49662586141135970762011-04-21T11:53:00.005-04:002011-04-21T12:23:24.131-04:00Team Busy Bee. Team Llama.<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been so busy! I haven't had time to keep this baby updated. And there has been so much! The following paragraph is my stream of conscience ramblings on what I would have blogged about if I had had time to blog:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I got asked to do a bit part in an upcoming movie, <i>Shoplifting from American Apparel</i>. I worked with this director before on the film<i> The Human War</i> and had a blast. I was also submitted for a JCPenny's commercial. I have been shopping there since I was an awkward teen in need of a business suit for DECA club and too chubby to find jackshit at the Limited Too. There is no reason why I shouldn't get cast. I consider it retribution for years of suffering in ugly ass clothes as a chubby young thing. Cudzoo is doing well. Can't wait to get in the studio. I got to visit with my forever friend Joe Pug. He's famous. You don't know him? You should. He will fix your soul. Fame's not making him an asshole, though. He was always an asshole. Dottie is doing better, she was a sick little kitten for a few days, but she still eats everything and gets tummy aches. She ate the straps off my tank top the other day. Brotherbear's band played at the Wildhorse Saloon in Nashville and killed it. He's kinda a big deal. I caught up with a great old college chumette. I discovered Sake. It fucks you up! I miss Quidditch because I'm always super busy on the weekends with weddings and rehearsals and life. I miss my broom and cape! <i>Scream 4</i> was fun. As was<i> Source Code</i> and <i>Insidious</i>. It's warm enough to break out my vintage poncho. I figured out how to apply feather extensions. My kombucha is brewing steady. I need new sneakers. And tonight I am going to a Oh So Bad/Oh So Good Movie Screening Party of <i>The Room</i>. I can't wait!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, thats the jumbled update of my goings ons. Now to the gym. But not before I make your day/ruin your night with this sad, funny, not as sexy as a werewolf comparison pic:</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDxwKlo-xaHb_BEcl9QbVQ0KlQbrICB0hEJ_rhXJUQwS88przY4K-p_hGRZnBvXQ21eBp7VJgAUoyxjWUPqE7MqCj_gYArVYKGcGl5nEuc7dbjhfMT2Pcc5RTpHAVroob8O-Xb1o8ZSI/s320/blogteamllama.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598071252470346162" /></div><div><br /></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-42267031838244642952011-04-14T21:31:00.003-04:002011-04-14T21:35:23.500-04:00Jessie J, I Love You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvHdsIvPYUHjQ2SDHOAOwibphDpqcseAiswLwQTMAddMig5Crdgw3a_fpt_Mo-dVez7ea1eYHjlZeBjfmSXzRIAnaAnOaWCXr_CFpXR8gYyuBlOdhCCcUmBuUp3Cbfzln9JJT3XK7jEs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-04-14+at+9.34.18+PM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvHdsIvPYUHjQ2SDHOAOwibphDpqcseAiswLwQTMAddMig5Crdgw3a_fpt_Mo-dVez7ea1eYHjlZeBjfmSXzRIAnaAnOaWCXr_CFpXR8gYyuBlOdhCCcUmBuUp3Cbfzln9JJT3XK7jEs/s320/Screen+shot+2011-04-14+at+9.34.18+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595617824025466290" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jessie J will be performing at the <a href="http://blog.pcrichard.com/blog-giveaway-enter-for-a-chance-to-win-jessie-j-tickets/">PCRichard theater</a> in NYC. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I MUST BE THERE!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">You should be there, too! She's so pretty!</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-1587133473110391122011-04-13T13:02:00.005-04:002011-04-13T13:11:21.544-04:00Internet Dating<div style="text-align: justify;">You're back! Hello, internet in my apartment. I missed you. I love you. Let's never be apart again! Wait, did you just check out that girl? What, just because you waltz back into my life you think you can look at other girls like that? No. No! Shut your mouthface! What? What! It's my nails isn't it? I knew I should have picked Firework and not High Heel. Fuck. I'm so stupid. Why do you want to spend your life with someone so stupid?! Maybe you should go ask that floozy out. Her skinny jeans and piercings suggest high intelligence. You think she's ugly? You're ugly. No you don't. You're just saying that. You do? You mean it? Really? I want to be with you, too. I know, but I told you I was crazy on our first date. I just missed you, is all. I love you, too. Don't. Don't look at her! I will cut that bitch. I missed you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipapFjNOOZL28sXg_Z7CIv1XlFm2Rzw6BY8T6S-lcXhBpn02VVGCKCJVuXxRvSqzv3Wz-9lh0kZLzhx6NtX4FOxO4-avEjKgKtBZu8UhPrhePrwhPsLE2rEAZICoBlGqTYyii7-2kj2fI/s320/blogcudzoo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595115926348138034" />Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-49004170180526787562011-04-09T18:39:00.004-04:002011-04-09T18:53:13.171-04:00I'm Not Loving It.<div style="text-align: justify;">A few days ago, I got really REALLY pissed at Time Warner (because they are a rude, blood sucking, monopoly with stupid employees with bad attitudes), and canceled our service.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Direct TV is awesome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are still waiting on our new Verizon powered internet. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I tried to hook up my computer to a human-size hamster wheel, a phone jack, and a candle, but it didn't make internet. So I wait. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am at a McDonald's right now for McWiFi. I have witnessed 3 fights involving the same drunk homeless man, the cops coming, an employee who shit in the bathroom for 42 minutes while the security man beat on the door (he thought he died) and a long line of angry customer formed, a gang of teenagers knock things over, and lots of questionable characters eating the Fish Filet special. I think they are only playing Taylor Swift and John Mayer songs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is what it must have been like in the old days!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MDdAgSvsRBY03MF8kslmra2nV3bRlqTHquNRq0JQB2KcG91J4MMY3s67OHxqhkNnSoWDHI8hbS5r9SgCoD4lRDC4pD_lrOWoPRc-YCYo9-UIRiVlUv6vUEJ1f37wdicYcEdFgiOTI1M/s320/mcd.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 292px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593720365703749954" />Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-48137195455669303782011-04-04T01:15:00.001-04:002011-04-04T01:21:01.813-04:00Face it, it's Facebook.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3Vvb2chVbsCAIiMX8UeQjAKGKCt0yETySfqgl3YWaZECtSh4STzkaectbPCLfqpRM6UHICazT-KKA1hWiiTAOHqnE4c7eQ28p93OL9DTJiJFQJQEiobfF41R24nvoUARhU0GgW_nbPw/s320/blogfriends.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591593051559004722" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Wa5p6DLxTPno8myX7xCnjpc2uNcSXlpp9BisI5OhB9cxcJ-ZZIUOSj4MnmXs_WTdvcgy9OmhqIfz323tgfUCZvPDcTTKAYwSt3Oe0kSN8PD8wU2XnNtaRbFQPEaAAyyI2tfUGWionLA/s320/blogzombielike.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591593054375193554" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-34254219993051757012011-04-01T02:35:00.002-04:002011-04-01T02:44:38.343-04:00A Fool for this Bag!<div style="text-align: center;">My dream bag in the Chanel classic 2.55. Large, double flap, gold hardware, please.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I want it made out of beef jerky.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyYlKXHJVY6e1YecDChuu6EjJqVOwWeqAw2A3vGMH1e4EDDgu2LHYzmQt1ZfQeyp2p3iJBE0ViKuFkOgtQq68SOy3spZlcYzpXj5fwhUAzg-ROj5oaZQIuUl_EDKpVlgpZniWVgm1X-o/s1600/blogjerkychanel.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyYlKXHJVY6e1YecDChuu6EjJqVOwWeqAw2A3vGMH1e4EDDgu2LHYzmQt1ZfQeyp2p3iJBE0ViKuFkOgtQq68SOy3spZlcYzpXj5fwhUAzg-ROj5oaZQIuUl_EDKpVlgpZniWVgm1X-o/s320/blogjerkychanel.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590500282011094706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>APRIL FOOLS, SUCKERS!!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I want it filled with beef jerky! Made of lamb.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-9785522508822090202011-04-01T00:01:00.000-04:002011-04-01T02:46:21.562-04:00THE BEST TIME OF THE YEAR!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yCKLIhjU8osbRdm0yPLbJrym0jPvH11PmRAzPxpEa3Ywe53wdEeNkUNcociUdzQxenh5FHS5eZGSaQ3zLyR0aCqWZyZbwLivEw_A8fDZwIAzOECDPrW48pabOEyUO2ZxIPVgHGVpVr0/s1600/i-found-a-seat-april-fools.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yCKLIhjU8osbRdm0yPLbJrym0jPvH11PmRAzPxpEa3Ywe53wdEeNkUNcociUdzQxenh5FHS5eZGSaQ3zLyR0aCqWZyZbwLivEw_A8fDZwIAzOECDPrW48pabOEyUO2ZxIPVgHGVpVr0/s320/i-found-a-seat-april-fools.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590502693661604930" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-58330690205958511222011-03-30T00:39:00.002-04:002011-03-30T01:22:00.456-04:00T-Shit<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh165qE1NLPSWJxPEFHRo5hEv9S4cJkaGO2lsYgOKOTLOOdTUkQ7YczM_nJQJ3t6NMai8LPd7cUHs8a6h0Fz3TYYrrp9T7ip8Ez_sq8jKzUIqy7rpPEJJTSclUHW7Cl9Negw55QSGHHbRM/s1600/blogtee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh165qE1NLPSWJxPEFHRo5hEv9S4cJkaGO2lsYgOKOTLOOdTUkQ7YczM_nJQJ3t6NMai8LPd7cUHs8a6h0Fz3TYYrrp9T7ip8Ez_sq8jKzUIqy7rpPEJJTSclUHW7Cl9Negw55QSGHHbRM/s320/blogtee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589728156548724546" /></a></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-77916400329124878132011-03-29T01:50:00.000-04:002011-03-29T01:50:00.084-04:00Tuppence.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVr_Sz9ZbWBjX2l6x0xMHf0OfWXXVtxooDeScunOpfRrmcmZ6ySvY-JemaBqA36TQnEvMMiMiHKk2gcP6yfl7p-66DXVkduBjTn7fVChZPiKOLxfmZMkNaBQkgNPOAkm8OfBUi6sg7hQ/s1600/blogquartershot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVr_Sz9ZbWBjX2l6x0xMHf0OfWXXVtxooDeScunOpfRrmcmZ6ySvY-JemaBqA36TQnEvMMiMiHKk2gcP6yfl7p-66DXVkduBjTn7fVChZPiKOLxfmZMkNaBQkgNPOAkm8OfBUi6sg7hQ/s320/blogquartershot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589019679815992402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Do you take sacagaweas?</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-31484881327788686502011-03-28T02:25:00.005-04:002011-03-28T02:49:51.065-04:00My Little Apocalypse Pony<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2W2dTF6S4N6WXc96AVEyb33lCWoZQjIwYFt5eWQ33Oejl8RY6MEkIReJXhbFD_kq3mclaWGFH9bisYZ5CmVWqFBB3_qSO1dhQvMlUnDjKrfw8Eb1Gu2iBeltmMg7gW-BTG6EKHsIwpQ/s1600/blogapocolypspony.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2W2dTF6S4N6WXc96AVEyb33lCWoZQjIwYFt5eWQ33Oejl8RY6MEkIReJXhbFD_kq3mclaWGFH9bisYZ5CmVWqFBB3_qSO1dhQvMlUnDjKrfw8Eb1Gu2iBeltmMg7gW-BTG6EKHsIwpQ/s320/blogapocolypspony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589013383788005810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It's about to get real, My Little Death Ponies! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes things aren't what they seem. I am, of course, using this as a loose metaphor to compare people to My Little Ponies. As I feel like I am back on the elementary playground with all the secrets and fair-weathered friendships, I suppose a toy is an appropriate comparison. Like how they were once cute bathtub companions that filled Barbie's stall, and out of no where, they are evil creatures with no compassion or care for the feelings of others. My Little Spawns of Death! (I'm looking at the mid-to-late half of my mid-to-late 20's, I am old enough to embellish a bit.) What was once rainbows and glitter is now forgotten words and not getting invited to the sleep over flashbacks. So dumb. So enlightening. So hurtful. So boring. I really did like those cute little equines! C'est la vie.</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-12779927813214990812011-03-26T02:45:00.000-04:002011-03-28T02:48:02.258-04:00Giving the Finger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScoukLjCDAGxQW4ufGlHa8StiXpmzY9aa1kvNz6i8R7mpMsTmP-0_S4gphQDimOASY8b9R4qLOXEIHXwFW0b9lmLn4hhQfkbp96DyBByeJY_vVjMDBiAKnTII-hiC7l27T8Oh3lp-9xM/s1600/blogfinger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjScoukLjCDAGxQW4ufGlHa8StiXpmzY9aa1kvNz6i8R7mpMsTmP-0_S4gphQDimOASY8b9R4qLOXEIHXwFW0b9lmLn4hhQfkbp96DyBByeJY_vVjMDBiAKnTII-hiC7l27T8Oh3lp-9xM/s320/blogfinger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589018331402576290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some people tie a string around their finger when they want to remember something. I hold one of my fingers hostage.</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-55929891085239726882011-03-25T00:36:00.001-04:002011-03-25T00:38:52.193-04:00The Real World: Winnie the Pooh<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>You have to go to them sometimes.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>~Winnie the Pooh</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkY1quqMgHUQIUIit5X-Oakc5zOxna8euDFIOjqirFyU6q9T86v5kZUOH5_7I-cH1vCb7ltPKbUuOIUEzDwCwPPh9Jbbtyis6glkj-7stdbsmKNbeeSThlvR_aZt048m_Sb3h8wEaNdY/s1600/blogpooh.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkY1quqMgHUQIUIit5X-Oakc5zOxna8euDFIOjqirFyU6q9T86v5kZUOH5_7I-cH1vCb7ltPKbUuOIUEzDwCwPPh9Jbbtyis6glkj-7stdbsmKNbeeSThlvR_aZt048m_Sb3h8wEaNdY/s320/blogpooh.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587871860400194674" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-43249322193516320622011-03-23T23:01:00.004-04:002011-03-25T00:42:29.966-04:00Mad Haters and the Hare<div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I feel like this. A tired rabbit mask person just trying to catch the carrot. </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4yhS65tn_RLy5KcYSHYmwhA6mjs3xKBaLYdw3NYiABfUq8ht4ItHkT9TqT3-deRzDEcGiAP_NsCIi-DqXgmyddXBz0E5-_thnndfeN1XqZrH17kTTfBEwvhB6NQePpUCrbUXsNDMttQ/s320/bloghare.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587476494081463106" /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You think you have people in this world, friend people, to help swing the carrot in your direction, but it turns out they don't want to help you. They wanted to hop around with you when you had lots of carrots or when they thought they could have your carrot or when they felt sad and needed someone to make them feel better about their carrots. Then they drop you, say mean spirited things about you, and share their carrots with someone else. These friend people suck.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, fuck that and fuck them! When you get stuck in a carrot chasing rut, you just gotta get your shit together long enough to put things into perspective, like this little furry friend!</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8NuCS-grkVV81xu1A_D4xuVHUcemjzD9Sa72nSizAoljAr19gvDVE3iaPkTwHNZmMxuL7QMivlJX5ySmJF_mDpojdLX3T7xdLT_LLP2LqO6XhDFHz5PxfxEAhLHy333MgvHsm7Q42ZA/s1600/blogshadow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8NuCS-grkVV81xu1A_D4xuVHUcemjzD9Sa72nSizAoljAr19gvDVE3iaPkTwHNZmMxuL7QMivlJX5ySmJF_mDpojdLX3T7xdLT_LLP2LqO6XhDFHz5PxfxEAhLHy333MgvHsm7Q42ZA/s320/blogshadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587476350499807986" /></a>There are so many things for which to be thankful. I am lucky in so many ways. And I don't really like most of the dummies I let get me down, so that's silly! If that carrot is out of reach, fine! Grab something else. You'll get the carrot eventually. And when you feel like a sad rabbit, relax and give yourself a hand... to metaphorically bitch slap the haters!</div><div><br /></div><div>Haters make me famous.</div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-17604432512420326432011-03-22T01:00:00.000-04:002011-03-22T01:01:40.977-04:00No. More. Winter!<div style="text-align: center;">A FUCK SNOW GLOBE.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DOkznZ5KLtlnlk6ZtVdkGcq4S8uiYmW_6HSEqpIfzLaP6Z3GMUZ356AlwBKlkWvUO7XzFHQNBq9kqAtXKTLPPn8Ou11u2WIJlqGYtfcBA2mBwfDzVbHD1P5GmYPEyGThFPVvBNfnlZA/s1600/blogfucksnow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DOkznZ5KLtlnlk6ZtVdkGcq4S8uiYmW_6HSEqpIfzLaP6Z3GMUZ356AlwBKlkWvUO7XzFHQNBq9kqAtXKTLPPn8Ou11u2WIJlqGYtfcBA2mBwfDzVbHD1P5GmYPEyGThFPVvBNfnlZA/s320/blogfucksnow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586764796300710226" /></a>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-36838723730763466312011-03-19T04:38:00.003-04:002011-03-19T04:52:41.802-04:00Unicorn Magic!<div style="text-align: justify;">Today was BEAUTIFUL! Spring is starting to sprung! And as you know, year after year the warm breeze of spring rides in on unicorn drawn chariots. No other creature can produce the warmth, color, and magic of spring like the majestic unicorn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unicorns blood is made of rainbows. Seriously. And they shit glitter. And cry whiskey. See:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BG9m5wqO8r-4vtmpRUYE191ySw28wnBAdDKL9VYpSdY5IkT63vWJwSa_vB-2M_4Go8Uf4uzpQkmH7vYdOkkuq8YOZoAYk_39wiyyxGTKl09JfRxe7gWsutOiHSJS8I07MEU31dAIYU0/s320/bloguni.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585708056362985650" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Eating unicorn meat is thought to give you super powers, but actually, it kills you. Unless of course, that specific unicorn has given you permission to eat it. Then you will never die, become immune to carbs, and shit glitter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7ahMbdRSztQew3Fpo7CHx_77uqf2WjJfo-uf1JuzHFevuz0de37tvv7R2xoZ6V2MaZJd_UYFiFkShnVZOEsa1VyOmu_Y_m-zGOgPeJPX5SkONMBMg8BXgg6A9T267n-Dk_gKlIiugGs/s320/blogunicornmeat.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585708061975712786" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite breeds of unicorn is the elusive Unicone. Sadly, Mr. Tastee commissioned poachers have damn near killed them all! They usually remain invisible to humans and have developed laser death rays that shoot out of their eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_X7sT5KaC6eKAoR4dQ8ten6qASLMnEFPiXf9_JskdLEUI_Nv6IHicnMeXC_mYcAq5P6nk0QDaKS6DOcxrMAd5Ry8w_tw7dvQ0TgBxZmztSjg3UriHGDJ7smFnrTJ_eAKQN6XhhDFX3nM/s320/blogunicone.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585708056310910098" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The most common unicorn in the FuckUnicorn. I actually own a teacup version of this breed. I carry it around with me in a little pink bag meant for small dogs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6LTkRaZHiQlxOWhrxxQX49KAEC1N7RBwoEv1h2FNyejGM1ftYcBfJl5kjjc9Ve5vb0hBUa1SwyweudgPI4Ch1ReMVi6cN5zheiYgcsjV102wD5krdHm0WfVJ6skbHtqcxA-ae__um1o/s320/blogfunicorn.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585708066910250402" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THANK YOUNICORNS FOR SPRING!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7917507132485877733.post-49367040887497623822011-03-18T03:28:00.001-04:002011-03-18T03:28:47.993-04:00OH SNAP!<div><div></div><div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBocKr6K7zM8Nu4Bjt0TXyYIKyE4Cpp70IYBOVnkoRmeok_Cjw4nhoDg9TMVqmmM5Z7yrukRJ_B6Gstv4ncnPl1b0HLI9vKQbWKT4QRQHlm77-FsPvdOUSpALkWAknxEOk0r9qWGMpm2s/s1600/bloglava.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBocKr6K7zM8Nu4Bjt0TXyYIKyE4Cpp70IYBOVnkoRmeok_Cjw4nhoDg9TMVqmmM5Z7yrukRJ_B6Gstv4ncnPl1b0HLI9vKQbWKT4QRQHlm77-FsPvdOUSpALkWAknxEOk0r9qWGMpm2s/s320/bloglava.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585316851080128546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">From the couch... to the fireplace... to the chair... toss down a pillow bridge...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh shit, YOU'RE ON FIRE! GET! OFF!</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lava floor is the best.</div></div>Erin McCarsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942071639583550208noreply@blogger.com0