She Wants It

Some shiz that’s awesome, and some that really isn’t.

Somethin’ for the laydeez! May 12, 2009

Filed under: Yuck. — rubalicious @ 3:35 am

This is a total TMI post. But I had to share my new-old discovery. This is something I heard about a long ass time ago, but I was scared to try it. I thought it was a smelly hippie device at best. And just looking at it made me fear for the structural integrity of my delicate ladyflower. But much like Bridezillas and ginger ale before it, it has made my world a better place. It is…. The Diva Cup! In case you haven’t heard, this is a cup you put in your vadge to catch your precious life force as your uterus forcefully expels it from your body, purely for it’s own amusement. It is a clean, easy, earth-friendly way to pwn your womb. It sounds too good to be true and looks entirely too big and scary for something that never had a foreskin and probs wouldn’t do it’s job if lubed. But someone told me it works, and she knows what’s up so I got one. I will admit it’s a little difficult to get it in and out. You fold it up and such, but I use the small speculum, thank you. Don’t hate. Just do your kegels. I manage to get it situated though, and it creates a seal and catches everything very nicely. I have had no leakage, minimal discomfort and no yeasties! I can sleep in any position I want and work out every morning. And – little secret here – I no longer have to turn up the music at work and do the wedgie dance because my pad is rustling and relocating. There’s none of the horrible burning dryness and irritation of tampons. In fact, if it wasn’t for the debilitating pain, I wouldn’t know I was bleeding out like a wounded gazelle at all!

In other period news, the people who make the bacon chocolate bar make something called the Creole bar that will make the bitchiest uterus know it’s role and shut it’s mouth. It is rich, comforting, and doesn’t speak. And I could not ask for more.

 

Suck it, Twilight. November 15, 2008

Filed under: Yuck. — rubalicious @ 10:17 pm

Yeah, I read that shit. WTF, dude? In the future I would appreciate it if children’s books were kept in the children’s section and/or burned. I wanted Lestat to jump out of the ferns and eat these bitches.

Still not as gay as Twilight.

Still not as gay as Twilight.

Or better yet, let Claudia show them how it’s done. But it did, um, raise an interesting question. How do vampires get it up? See, the main dude in this romantical vampirey tale of sweetest high school loving love and infinite superferns has no heartbeat. That’s right ladies, no circulation. Lattelicious tells me that in the Anita Blake series, you’re not really a vampire til your manly bits knock the vase off the coffee table and have at it while the rest of you is still in the bathroom flossing pubes out of your fangs. And on that there sexy sex show with Rogue they seem to get by just fine thank you very much. They actually have blood to drain, so it makes enough sense to allow the necessary suspension of disbelief & I can enjoy the story. But not Twilight. Wikipedia says the childrens get married and make a baby, but I just don’t see how that’s plausible. Does he have to feed first? Is it a magical peen? Does God put the baby in her because they were good kids and waited til they were married? I really want to know. But am I curious enough to muddle through Stephanie Meyer’s writing again? God, no.

And yes, the new header is the Deppness.

 

Matthew Broderick cheated! July 23, 2008

Filed under: Yuck. — rubalicious @ 11:04 pm

WITH A WOMAN! I know, right? The story is in the new “Star”. So, you know, go read it.

And all this time I thought their babymakin’ involved a needleless syringe and pictures of Anderson Cooper.

You have to wonder if all the speculation about his sexuality played into this at all. Of course it could just be a shitty marriage, but guys do weird things to prove themselves. And celebrities are always messing with our minds to create their image.

Maybe Carrie was in on it!

Okay, I’m just speculating and should shut up. And it is “Star”.

 

Well, hrmph. July 23, 2008

Filed under: City Adventures, General WTFery, Yuck. — rubalicious @ 7:44 pm

So, I have a Kyocera phone. I totes love it, except that I can’t silence the shutter sound on the camera. It’s been bothering me for, oh, a year. Well! Today on Jezebel I learned that the new iPhone has this same problem. And it’s supposed to! It’s meant to deter pre-verts who take upskirt and downblouse pictures. BTW, downblousing totally sounds like something sexy pirates do, so I approve. Anyway, I don’t like this at all. I see many interesting things. Sweet mullets, androgynous emo people, hippie chicks, pink cement trucks, etc. And I can’t take a picture to send to my besty, because my phone sounds like a goddamn Polaroid. This is like, affecting my quality of life, yo. And I don’t get upskirting anyway. Labias are gross.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I just had a brilliant idea, and I have to go Google “wet boxers contest”.

 

Call A&E July 16, 2008

Filed under: General WTFery, Yuck. — rubalicious @ 2:20 am

Cuz we need an intervention! I was catching up on my dlisted and I made this horrifying discovery:

The horror! The horror!

The Douche-neck in action.

My fellow Chicagoans, if we have any concern for our public image we must stop this douche-osity at once. The Piven! In a V-neck! And it’s tucked in! And he looks half dead! And there’s some poor woman with him! Run, bitch, run!

Gah, it’s a wonder the universe didn’t implode when that shirt touched his skin.

I also found some of Lindsay Lohan’s new leggings.

*snicker*

*snicker*

Yeah, I know what these were made for. Think The Piven will buy them for his lady friend?

 

Oh, and…. June 16, 2008

Filed under: Big Screen, Yuck. — rubalicious @ 2:11 pm

Dear lattelicious,
I have found the answer to your pirates vs. ninjas quandry.
Huge fucking spiders that shoot acidic webby stuff at you.
Yeah, I finally saw “The Mist”.
Hold me?
Love,
rubalicious

 

I can’t take it anymore. February 1, 2008

Filed under: General WTFery, Mike fuckin' Rowe bitches!, Mmmmen, Oh, For Cute!, Yuck. — rubalicious @ 1:44 am

This election is inescapable. I didn’t care much about it in the first place. I just watched to see Hil & Bill fuck up some more, which they did. They’re such a car wreck. And I maybe wanted just a little to kind of sort of gaze upon John Edwards. But now he is out of the race, so whatevs. Write in Christopher Robin for all I care. Serious-lah. I can’t get behind any of these ‘tards. And yet everywhere I turn, there they are. Where ever I go, whatever I do, they will be right there waiting for me. So to give myself a break from all that, here is

MIKE ROWE PETTING A PENGUIN!

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But wait, there’s more. The penguin is then CRADLED IN MIKE ROWE’S LAP!

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I just ovulated. Also, hee hee tummy pudge! *poke*

 

How to use a public restroom like a big girl, November 26, 2007

Filed under: Yuck. — lattelicious @ 9:24 pm

By Lattelicious.

 Toilet

1. No cell phones. No one wants to hear you pee while on the phone, and no one wants to hear your conversation about dat bitch at da club. Would it kill you to hang up for five minutes? Texting is acceptable, as it it unobtrusive.

2. While some makeup application is okay, (feel free to touch up your lipstick, for example) please do not bust out your entire collection of MAC products and proceed to hog the entire three-sink area. Also, blow dry your damn hair at home, jeez.

3. Shit happens. And if shit is going to happen, I think we can all agree the best place for it is in a toilet. If you’re too pretty to shit, you don’t exist. So fuck off.

3a. If you are taking a dump and I have to listen to you strain, please eat more fiber. I really don’t want to notice your foot poking under my stall from your legs spread so wide and listen to you “HHRRRRRRRRGGGH!!!!” (True story.) Really, honey. BeneFiber. It’ll do you good.

 4. Listen up. I cannot emphasize this enough. DO. NOT. PEE. ON. THE. SEAT. Got it? Good. The toilet germs are not going to consume your flesh, so just plunk your precious ass down, baby. Or use a seat cover. Or line the seat with toilet paper. Anything. Just, for God’s sake, don’t pee on the seat. What’s next, flinging poo? Savages.

5. If I am gagging at the stench of rotten tuna as soon as I open the main door, sweet fancy Moses woman! Go to a Gynecologist! And tell him to wear a gas mask. That gunk might splash up and eat his face clean off.

 6. No masturbating. Just… no. And yes, we can tell.

 Please, ladies. I know I am forgeting things, so add ‘em in the comments.

 

Random lame bitching November 12, 2007

Filed under: General WTFery, Yuck. — lattelicious @ 1:52 pm

Brought to you by Lattelicious.

So I’m sitting in the library. I’ve never used the computers in the library here. I check in, get a sign thingy telling me to use comp. #8. I go and find #8, and there’s a guy sitting there with no sign. I ask if he checked in, he hasn’t, I say, Well, you’re kinda on the computer they told me to use. So we go up and ask if he can check in and switch with me so he doesn’t need to move. Yeah, turns out that there are two sets of numbered computers. One for AI students, one for Argosy students. Nothing to say which is which, and no one said, “Oh, use the center bank of computers, not the ones against the wall.” Lame.

I always seem to be plagued by incompetent teachers. My assignment today in my computer class: To better understand HTML, type up this printed page exactly the way it already is. Do not be concerned that no one actually told you what any of the commands are, such things are unimportant. If you already know something about HTML, or are reasonably intelligent, you can correct the obvious mistakes/errors/typos and either get extra credit or points taken off. It’ll be a surprise!

But, the small things make life better. Chocolate has mood enhancing chemicals. Cheeseburgers are good for my soul. Music gives me perspective. And if I can just make it through these Times of Great Lameness, I have faith that the Days that Do Not Require Medicinal Cheeseburgers will come.

Amen, my sisters.

 

Oh No They Di’int! November 7, 2007

Filed under: General WTFery, Yuck. — rubalicious @ 5:33 am

Helllll to the no!

Puke Boots

It’s a Fugly Footwear Throwdown now!

Ugh!