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be your lady marmalade #gitchigitchiyahyahdahdah (or ist it creole? lyrics are hard)

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Bonjour les peeps,

Soooo, big news, big news: I am now officially allowed to worship Christina Aguilera.

das right, gurl

I mean, obviously, it’s not like I harvested all her songs as my guilty pleasure anyway, or anything…..

sshhhhhh

But my mother used to frown upon her – why, I cannot fathom – until RECENTLY, when she at last discovered the major queen-ness of her being.

did i just? yes i did. you heard it.

And of course, this means that our last few evenings have been a totally fabulous combo of these two videos:

Ain’t No Other Man

marylin monroe + voice of sex goddess from hades = aw yeah byotch

Lady Marmelade

four gorgeous women in lingerie, so tbh, even guys should appreciate this

I dare you to give me one. Good. Reason. Why this is not a drop of magic fallen from the stars. #ohwaitsheISastarbadummtsch

And yet. And yet.

There is one person. One who disagrees.

To that person, should they read this: We are no longer friends.

And you’ll be missing out, because these songs are the only ones I’ll be singing for the next few days (weeks, months), and obviously, I sound exactly like Christina, so just. Just. Whatever, man.

Cheers,

Penny

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I Almost Met Freddie Mercury (and other trivialities)

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Good morning peeps!

 

Yes, I’m up, and actually writing again, finally. Now before I continue, I’d like to just say that I wish I were still asleep¬†because my mother came in with her motivated “rise and shine” just as I was about to meet Freddie Mercury in my dream.

i will begrudge her this forever

Apart from that though, I’m writing out of guilt, since I sortof disappeared for like three days. But I have much exciting news! *audience squints unconvincedly*

Well, I did go to the library, and borrow books for research on my graduation paper. My topic is 9/11, so this shouldn’t be dismal.

*immediately feels guilty about slight humor*

Oh, but in other news: My mother has decided that it would be in all of our health-benefits to try going vegan for a week. Testing it before a permanent decision or something.

I am that man. That man is me. The ball is tofu.

And so of course, I am now realizing how much of my diet consists of things that apparently don’t qualify as vegan. Such as everything that isn’t fruits or vegetables.

I had an entire pack of rice-cakes for breakfast this morning.

It was delicious.

(They even specify the “ingredients” on the packaging: rice.)

But tomorrow is the last day, and then I hope (I’m assuming, please God) that Mom will come to her senses. I’ll die from eating meat and cheese if need be (and we all know I mean the cheese), because otherwise I’ll die from not eating them. And which one is the slower, more painful death? That’s right.

So, enjoy all the beautiful food you eat today, and savor the taste for me!

 

Cheers,

Penny