ZOMGYG. Richard just came up with the most BRILLZ idea for the new K-pop boy band we’re making - it’s composed of all 30+ slash over-the-hill old fogeys and we will be called…
*wait for it*…
SUPER SENIOR 12 PM BROWN-EYED 할아버지!! (which means grandpa in Korean)
That is all, carry on.
GPOYW: O HAI TUMBLR IT’S BEEN A MINUTE HUH YEAH SO I WENT HOME THIS PAST WEEKEND TO VISIT MY PARENTS FOR MY BURRRSSIDEIGH AND THIS IS THE RESULT! *^___^*
(Also, ROROR @ at the color-coordinated balloons - I swear we didn’t plan it that way!)
Today was a big day. It was the first time I left the comfy confines of my condo (aside from being shuttled to and from the surgeon’s office by my loving husbie for my post-op follow-up visit) in over two weeks.
Oh yeah - I forgot to tell y’all. I tore my achilles playing basketball while
executing a killer crossover then driving and dishing like a good point guard looking like a clumsy fool. ULTIMATE DEBBIE DOWNER TROMBONE.
I’ve never had any type of major injury, broken bone, etc. in my life…so this has definitely been a shock to my system. And though I’ve been perfectly content at home hopped up on some “adult candy” (i.e., pretty powerful pain-killers), this whole experience has made me really appreciate the little things. What I would give to just walk around normally. Take a shower without it being an ordeal. Go to work and do my daily routine. Play a pick-up game of hoops again. *sigh*
Despite the boo-hoo sentiment of this post, I really am in good spirits. The surgery went well and I’m already a bit ahead of schedule in my recovery. My incredibly patient and understanding husbie took me to the Korean grocery store today and I had a fun time shuffling around the aisles in my huge honkin’ boot grabbing all sorts of yammy treats. I mean, I’m confined to my crutches for about eight weeks so I might as well get fat, right? ROROR LULZ. *^_______^*
Otay, I’m off now to watch Tangled on the Disney channel and eat some amajing miso ramyun I bought at Super H-Mart! Bai for now my tumblies!
VICTORIA AZARENKA, THE #BRBCHEATER.
Just because you can’t manage your nerves while squandering FIVE opportunities to seal the deal, you cannot fake injuries for TEN minutes to gather yourself. All the while, you’re playing mind games with your opponent, the up-and-coming Sloane Stephens, who managed to gain momentum and was up to serve.
And I love how you couldn’t keep your story straight in the post-match interviews. What was it, Vika? Were you choking your game, or could you literally not breathe? Was it your back that was bothering you, or was it the fact that you actually have no spine?
You’re a liar. You’re a cheat. You’re a fake. What you did was ugly, and God don’t like ugly. May Li Na hit you square in the mouth with a ball so you need a real medical time-out.
Also, not to mention Vika is arguably the worst offender when it comes to annoying grunting. Gurl, why don’t you get your new bff Redfoo to auto-tune your grunts into one of his tracks or something.
Anonymous said: We miss you long time Ray Ray!!!
GPOY(T): O HAI TUMBLR I’ve missed you too but I’m old and boring now so this is basicarry all I’ve done over the holidays (along with tons of eating which essentially makes me a tubby bovine). *^__^*