Skeletons in Ari’s closet part I – Vanessa Carlton

Ok, so I promise I’m not usually a bitch. I may look like I could be someone’s bitch, and being that I couldn’t even make it at a GWAR concert, if I were in jail I’d probably be walking funny most days unless squirelmaster took me in.

That being said, I at least don’t have limp-wristed taste in most things: I like trucks, own a tractor, don’t wear designer anything, and never drink martinis (unless I’m about to see a James Bond flick).

But my one homo-weakness is the enchanting music of Vanessa Carlton (god, even her homepage embarasses me):

I don’t now what it is, but this song makes me want to drive a VW Beatle convertible with the top down into the sunset. I mean, she’s definitely cute, but so overly girly that apparently she draws unicorns along with her signature (but some quick googling also found a picture of her flipping off a camera).

Ok, I’ll stop trying to justify why I like her. I don’t know, but listening to her makes me feel like I’m swimming in a pool of raspberries and chocolate.

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So I’m not the only one who does this in my notebook

Not like I ever felt like this before.

Girl with big boobs has such big boobs… and I have to fart.

American Gladiators can suck a fat one

Cursed is the man who makes an engraved or molten image

Deuteronomy 27:15

This is going to be good.

Everyone moaning and screaming just gets better and better as they keep rolling.


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