Pinkytoast Big Eyed Girls with Ink

I came across these drawings of big eyed tattooed girls on Tanya’s Facebook profile. I thought there was just one until I went for a look this afternoon. I found a few sites where Pinkytoast has posted her drawings and an Etsy shop where you can shop for more of them.

Pinkytoast’s blog. As well as an older blog on LiveJournal.

Pinkytoast on Flickr.

The Odes of Our Lives

Day three of babysitting, but no, only day two actually. It just seems like day three. I am so tired my eyes start to close as soon as I get comfortable sitting anywhere. Sleeping on that couch is the worst part of babysitting. I am so glad to get back to my own bed each time.

Glad to help out my sister and the kids but it’s turning into a job almost. Maybe next weekend will be slow for them. (Or slowish).

I have to get Sears to bring a new washing machine. I’m getting the hot potato treatment with this one for sure. First it’s the plumbing, it isn’t hooked up right. But it is. Then it’s in need of a part being replaced. That took 4 appointments (2 which they broke) and one month without a washing machine. Then it’s the electrical outlet, it’s reversed polarized. So I bring in someone to look at that, not someone from Sears. But, it’s not that. The outlet is fine, likely it’s the machine that is wired wrong. So that is about where I am with it. Likely it will be another month before I can get a new machine exchanged out and get it all installed yet again. I severely doubt I will ever deal with Sears again at this point. Not even for a paperclip.

Dear My Funny Valentine

My Funny Valentine lyrics

My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart

Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my fav’rite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?

Don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine
Stay!
Each day is valentine’s day

Tired of Being a Nice Grrl, Yet Again

The nice grrl curse, another one, is that you can be so angry inside of yourself and keep it all trapped in there cause it’s not polite to spew and besides you know no one really wants to listen to all that stuff anyway. But there it is, boiling and bubbling and just wanting to find a teeny crack somewhere to blow up like steam from a tea kettle. But I blocked all the cracks a long time ago. When you’re nice you aren’t allowed to be angry. Others are, just not you – the nice one, the oldest one and all that blabberwort.

I think it’s what makes me barely sane at the best of times. Just holding all that rage inside and not letting it seep out. It’s not easy.

I do have a minor vicious streak though. Thank whatever for black humour. It gives you the option of being evil and yet laughing about it like you’re just kidding even when I know I’m not. Well, half kidding take it or leave it.

Why can’t I have magical laser vision and send a beam of light out to cut down the men who tick me off? Think how simple that would be. Quick too. Not quite bloodless and yet not hugely bloody. Kind of tidy as a way of killing off the population of men. Only those who can’t behave like human beings which seems to be a lot of them. Most of those who engage in online dating. So much lies and bull. So much talking through their penis. Just cut the damn thing off so we can talk like adults.

I don’t think I ever will find someone to get old with. That really sucks cause I spent so many years becoming the perfect growing old with person. I read all the right magazines. I always come out on top on those relationship quizzes. So were did it all go wrong. It’s so unfair. I don’t think I ever really had a chance.

Men suck. In general.