You see, I’ve been busy. I’m not quite done, but I just can’t keep this secret to myself any longer!

Volatile Lunacy has moved. Yup, that’s right! I bought VolatileLunacy.com and I’ve been moving posts (fucking copying and pasting each one thank you), getting the template to the point that it can be seen in public at least. I am no where near done. There are many things that I want to do, things that the free wordpress didn’t let me. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had fun with this free version, but damnit, a girl has needs and let’s face it. They just weren’t being met properly here.

So, why don’t you follow me over there, as I won’t be posting here any longer, and see what’s cookin’! Keep yer little eyes peeled as I tweak things a bit, adding some here and there, and making it home. I swear I won’t leave my nylons hanging over the bathroom door anymore.

Well, what the hell are you waiting for?

Oh, and don’t forget to change your links! I’m not gonna remind you again, ok? 

I would have thought so, until last night. Err…early this morning actually. I get pissy when I’m woken up from a dead fucking sleep to answer the phone thinking something aweful has happened, only to be screamed at because I was born. For God’s sake! I didn’t chose to give birth to me, that bitch did. And what do I get for it? Nothing but fucking headaches. I really wish she’d just have put me up for adoption when I was born and my nights would be so quiet and peaceful now.

I’m going back to bed now. If you’re related to me in any way and you fucking call me for any reason, just know that I am going to hunt you down and hurt you…..

Big Fat Fucking Kisses….assholes.

Since I promised to model my bra for you, I decided to model the black one to tide you all over until I find a fucking red one that does these hot tatas some justice!

Without further adieu, I present to you my new black bra….

And there you have it. You may drool now, just keep it away from my cleavage, would ya? kthnx.

And yes, they are real.

Tonight, I wear the red patent leather stilettos and burn the red candles…….while chanting for a red bra to be waiting for me tomorrow….

G’night, my friends.

I was just taking a shower, and I was thinking about y’all. No, I never said I was ‘normal’.

Anyhow, fucking quit interrupting…

What I wanna know is this:

1. Are you easily orgasmic?

2. Does it take some work to make you orgasmic?

3. Are you multiply orgasmic, or

4. Are you a one eruption per session type?

I told you my mind is a fucked up place to be.

What cracks me up even more, is that you sad sad people care so fucking much about a BOTB battle and your precious wins, that you’re willing to share with the world the fact that you’re an unscrupulous fucktard. Niiice. And people say I have no scruples.

It’s a BOTB battle for fuck’s sake people! It’s not like you’re winning AI Season 6! Get the fuck over it.

Oh, and for those who aren’t scumtards, I will be modeling one of my new bra purchases for your viewing pleasure this evening.

yes, they are real…...just so ya know.

So, today is my first official Fuck Off And Die Thursday and I plan on taking full advantage of it. While, I don’t normally do ‘meme’s or whateverthefuck they are called, I decided in all of my irateness one day, that FOAD sounded like it was right up my alley.

Today’s FOAD is going to cover a couple of things:

First, FOAD to the fucktards who submit their blogs for review, and then bitch and whine and moan and groan like fucking babies because they didn’t get a good review. First of all you dickless squid, you submitted your fucked up blog to IT2M. Have ya read any of the site lately? Yea, these ladies bitches don’t fuck around. Your blog sucked. Grow some balls, pull our dick out of your ass, and get the fuck over it. Oh, and if you seriously are wanting to die and are too chicken shit to commit suicide on your fucking own, go smash your head into a wall about a thousand times and get back to me.

Now, in my experience so far, these asswipes fall under the next catagory for my FOAD as well, making them doublyfuckingtardolicious….

Second, FOAD to the Hit Whores. You know the kind of ‘bloggers’ I’m fucking talking about. The ones who will do such things as whore themselves out all over the blogsphere in some lame assed attempt to get more hits. Who the fuck cares? Guess what, if you had a blog worth reading without making a person want to poke their eyes out with a sharpened pencil, you’d probably get more fucking hits, dumbass. Going over to review sites like IT2M and pitching a whiny ass fit because your blog sucked, then making even more of a jack ass out of yourself by continuing to leave fucking boring comments pleading your sorry case makes you a hit whore. YOU are the links I will NEVER click. Ever. Not for any fucking reason on earth. You don’t give a shit about gaining readers, fans, even stalkers because you’re not fucking interesting enough, first of all, but second of all, you only care about how many times your lame excuse for a blog was loaded in one day. Ooohhh……sooo you got to be a smarty pants and figured out how to track unique hits. Is this why we all have to put up with your miserable ass time and time again while you bitch and moan about how unfair IT2M was in your review? Your sorry pathetic excuse for an attention whore.

Woa. I could keep going, but ya know what? It’s your lucky fucking day. I’m going to save the rest for the next FOAD Thursday….

Besides, a hot bath, some candle light with a few lucious, creamy chocolates nearby, and a pair of baby blue glittery stilettos are waiting for me….

Sleep tight y’all!

Oh my gawd.

You have to go right now and check out Accidental Mistress , and if you haven’t already been, what the fuck’s wrong with you?!

Hurry up…..I’ll wait.

Ok, back now? Where the hell was I?

Oh yes, Accidental Mistress is one of those chics that I wanna be like when I grow up. And, do you know what? She lives rather close to me, from what I can gather, and therefore that makes her all the better because she’s a ‘Zonie and she has a fucking bitchin’ blog.

What, don’t believe me? Fuck, ok fine. Here’s an excerpt for those who were too fucking lazy stupid to go look:

“Porn Dont’s

Thursday, August 03, 2006

You all know The Mistress likes porn. It’s no secret, I ain’t shy about it……….and I created a list of dont’s.

1.) Slapping my face with your dick-I’m generous enough to give your dumb ass a blowjob and you have the nerve to whack me with your fucking dick? Absolutely unacceptable.”

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read the complete post here

I didn’t lie to you, did I?

You’re welcome. You may lick my stilettos now…..

p.s.

For those of you who figured out that the chic in the feather bra with the great tits was not me, you may lick them twice. Why the fuck on earth would I ever put these great tits in a fucking feather bra? I think not.

I swear to you now, if anybody leaves fake shit when they comment here, flaming me, I will delete that comment so fast it will make your head spin. Personally, I don’t have time to be bothered by such childish behavior and I will not even amuse you by allowing my readers to waste their fucking time responding to your lame ass attempts at making an anonymous point. Just so ya know. I’d hate there to be any confusion on the part of any fucktard who gets their comment deleted.

Get a life assholes! If ya can’t back up whatcha gotta say, then shut the fuck up. kthnxbia.

I fucking LOVE StumbleUpon!

Make fun of me if you want to, but I laughed so hard I almost peed a little.

That’s worth it!

I’d come home from high-school crying because of that. I’d hear all of those horrible jokes that guys used to tell about a girl who was completely flat chested and I hated my mother for passing down her non-existent chest to me. What a curse to put on a high-school girl’s head!

My mother would always say that those girls who developed boobs so early in life would grow up to be overweight in their later years. Now that I’ve not only grown up, but definitely grown a chest of my own, I’ve noticed that she was right, for the most part. (Take notes there, because that is the ONLY time you’ll ever hear me say that my mother was right about any damned thing.)

Now that I’m an adult, I am very comfortable with my development and femininity. Yet, as I watch my own daughter prepare for another year of school, I relive each painful moment of awkward teen years as she’s built just like I was. Tall, lean, and flat chested. Only, I’ve empowered her with a weapon my mother never empowered me with. Confidence in herself, boobs or no boobs.

Time to head out to shop for a few new bras! That is what started this whole post. Bra shopping. Daughter had asked me if we could buy one for her, and I being the fucked up parent that I am, began laughing. “You don’t have anything to put into a bra, yet!” Alas, we are going to purchase her first ‘training bra’. I’ll just bet you’re so excited to know that!

So, I have to limit myself to three bras. One nude, one black, and one…..? You tell me. What color bra is utlra sexy? Red? Purple? Green? What? Just fucking say it! I’ll buy that color and then model it just for you!

Hurry up. The stores aren’t open all fucking night you know….