March Recap!

Happy Easter, everybody!

Ham dinner & egg hunting is on the agenda today.

Facebook had me fooled that Easter was actually a perverted holiday.

Stupid memes.

I still find it funny, though.

Come on, let the Atheist  who is also a pervert have her giggles.


Anyshoe, here’s what I wrote for March:

I now own a Starbucks card, which I haven’t used yet. I would’ve used it when I went to visit Sarah, but it’d be expensive as all fuck out in New York.

Did I mention I made a trip into the Big Apple? Thanks G for that opportunity. There was promises of more when the weather isn’t as cold.

That Blog Crush linkup floating around? Totally clique-y.

I’ve started playing DDR again and I’m slowly reconditioning myself to the awesomeness (pfffft!) that I had back in High School. (Watch me progress: Day 2, Day 3, Days 4 & 5) Progression is going awesomely. I’ll update it again once I finally get a 100 combo. I almost had it yesterday, but got cocky and screwed up.

I partook in Scintilla Project ’13 and celebrated (a little bit..) eleven years of blogging.

My TMJ gave me grief (THE WORST.) and y’know Google Reader is going the way of the dodo bird right? That sucks.

My momma had a birthday (and my Dad too, a few days later.) Justin Timberlake released a new album and I’m reading again.

Oh yeah, I got denied for disability again and saw Oz.


Here’s what I snapped:

Contemplating why Grilled Cheese is called such when it is actually fried.. // Hello Kitty Hairclips // I Made This! (Black Tea) // Bubbline plushies

Installing new theme // Working // Salad // Mom & Dad’s birthday Cake

Favorite (Hello Kitty) // Starbucks Card Owner // TMJ Grief // Off to see Oz

Justin’s New Album // Theme Installed // Up // L is for.. (Love)

Lucky (Hot shower on a cold day) // Green // Fang Streaks (cranberry red) in my hair // Sound

Keys // Sanrio store receipt //  Fried Cheese fixin’s // Glowing Powerade

Under the blankets // Skippin’ town (bus Ticket) // The Sims 3’s latest expansion


Oz: The Great & Powerful


Drop whatever you’re doing, get $8 or whatever your movie theatre tickets cost and  GO SEE THIS MOVIE.

That’s all I’m saying besides my favorite character being China Doll.

Everything else I want to say is verging on spoilers.


[Review] Coquette Raspberry Fields Panties

While cute and comfortable, handwash-only garments tend to drive some people (like me.) nuts because laundry day has to be altered for special washing items. The crotch liner would’ve been a lot better if it extended fully from front to back like ‘normal’ panties rather than stopping halfway in the middle turning to lace.
Pros: Cute, Comfortable
Cons: Handwash only, wonky crotch liner (for some)
The Raspberry Fields panty is a raspberry wine full-back panty with a floral lace back. The raspberry wine front features ruched seams and white bows in the front manufactured by Coquette. They are made from 90% Nylon and 10% Spandex, exclusive of trim. (Whatever the heck that seems to mean…) 
The panties come in One Size and Plus Size, the ones I’m featuring in this review are the One Size panties. Coquette’s sizing for One Size are as follows: 

One Size 4 – 14 B cup Bust 34 – 40 (in) Waist 26 – 32 (in) Hip 36 – 42 (in) 

Since I’m a dress size 2, sizing usually gets funky for me. Coquette’s starting at size 4 for a one size ended up fitting rather well, and the lace back wasn’t as see-through as I thought it was going to be. So for once the airbrushing of the model is at least somewhat accurate. Keep in mind, it IS still see-through, and exercise care if you don’t want certain people seeing your ass. The crotch liner might prove to be wonky to some as the bottom of the lace back is sewn behind the crotch liner, so if your anatomy sits right, you might be rubbing against lace, and that’s uncomfortable for some. 
Weirdly stitched crotch liner
Fortunately, these panties were pretty comfortable (my cunt sat on the crotch liner, though.) to wear and were not scratchy to my ass at all. 


The Raspberry Fields panty comes sealed in a square plastic baggie with Coquette printed on it.
Pinned by a white safety pin to the panties is a hangtag with pictures of a (hand bra!) topless blonde modeling the panties in different views. On the back of the hangtag, it lists sizing information and care instruction symbols. The hangtag is also made of recycled materials and it encourages you to recycle the hangtag, but I would find recycling this a bit embarrassing unless I slipped it in with some other paper products for discrepancy. Another hangtag is pinned, but this one is actually attached, so to keep from ripping the panties from pulling too hard, I would cut this one off as I did. This pink hangtag states it is the Spring/Summer line, and it is benefitting the Save The Ta-Tas Foundation for Breast Cancer research. A percentage of all products purchased from this Spring/Summer line will go to the Foundation. 

Care & Feeding 
The Raspberry Fields panty are a HANDWASH ONLY garment. Fortunately, the other Coquette items I’ve owned have survived just fine on a gentle cycle in a lingerie bag. I DO NOT put them in the dryer though, I allow them to hang dry in the closet rather than out in the open so everyone can see my underoos.
Overall Verdict: 4 out of 5 paws up

You know…

I really hate our government.

My dead-beat uncle who had a massive heart attack gets disability at the drop of a hat.

My other dead-beat uncle is an alcoholic and has been on unemployment for years.

On Friday, I got another denial letter for disability.

If you’ve just tuned in, let me get you quickly up to speed…

I have cerebral palsy and social/general anxiety.

I applied originally in March of last year, and got denied in July.

August I consulted a lawyer and filed for an appeal.

February of this year, I visited both a shrinky dink and a regular doctor for their Consultative Exams.

Come Friday, I get denied, again.

I’m now stuck deciding if I want to give up and try to find work or continue onwards with my lawyer and go for a Administrative Judge Hearing.

My anxiety and stress is at an all time high right now..

to the point where I dropped the F-bomb in front of my mother.

Sure, I cuss in front of my mother but I never dropped the F-bomb.

I personally just want to find a nice hole and die in it.