tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11708689362219212042012-02-15T22:24:00.485-08:00My name is Bun, and this is how I roll.the clutterernoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-85422435411623510972009-05-13T22:26:00.001-07:002009-05-13T22:29:54.327-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/Sgur-Q1s7FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yg2LUrmVams/s1600-h/57547d953096b9fba2f143df3f264c7a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/Sgur-Q1s7FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yg2LUrmVams/s200/57547d953096b9fba2f143df3f264c7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335547269710933074" /></a>Who the hell is this guy? And why he is talking to Jacob? And if it takes 5 seasons to get to this point, does that make it 35 dog seasons for me to catch up?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-8542243541162351097?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-54426493308581913642009-05-08T17:01:00.000-07:002009-05-08T17:04:37.902-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SgTIF6ESqSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JR4oSiqqQWk/s1600-h/woodstock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SgTIF6ESqSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JR4oSiqqQWk/s320/woodstock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333607862525667618" /></a>What's the deal with Woodstock? 'Cause when I see birds, I just want to chase the hell out of them, not be BFFs with them. Not getting it: EXPLAIN.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-5442649330858191364?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-9786033330226554122009-05-07T17:01:00.000-07:002009-05-07T17:05:04.721-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SgN2j9NSiUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7huEkmRLWwA/s1600-h/kedem.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SgN2j9NSiUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7huEkmRLWwA/s320/kedem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333236743834601794" /></a><br />Not sure what the deal is with this stuff. There's alot of it at the apartment. Like, Costco amounts.<br /><br />My Asian roommate can't get enough of the stuff. It looks kinda like UGH. Plus, apparently it <a href="http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4176/is_20070311/ai_n18709440/">rots my innards</a>. And I need my innards for my <i>bitches</i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-978603333022655412?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-41363028514590182982009-05-02T09:41:00.000-07:002009-05-02T09:44:41.755-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/Sfx4Sivf5vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hU4KC8TiPM0/s1600-h/P1000709.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/Sfx4Sivf5vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hU4KC8TiPM0/s320/P1000709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331268318858831602" /></a><br />But that kid has way cuter clothes than me. Sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-4136302851459018298?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-7329564807310257542009-04-17T08:02:00.001-07:002009-04-17T08:03:19.635-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeiaIVHVnDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nofnwJxiC04/s1600-h/wicket3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeiaIVHVnDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nofnwJxiC04/s320/wicket3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325676027263163442" /></a><br />This shit is NOT FUNNY.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-732956480731025754?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-86371039109787825122009-04-14T20:45:00.001-07:002009-04-14T20:48:45.776-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeVYfnjCcAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WVZIvaPt06s/s1600-h/rickie1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeVYfnjCcAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WVZIvaPt06s/s320/rickie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324759434650611714" /></a>Is it just me, or do all the girls dress like this? Keep in mind that I have poor eyesight. They all smell like a vintage clothing shop, too. Or like American Apparel. Just sayin'.<br /><br />The older ones don't though. They all look like Jennifer Coolidge or like they're from Desperate Housewives.<br /><br />Boy I could go for some cardboard tubes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-8637103910978782512?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170868936221921204.post-79578003273849512932009-04-13T22:39:00.000-07:002009-04-13T22:42:41.411-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeQiDzjwsMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M-pS97pfd1s/s1600-h/P1000608.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbRd_FGGHgs/SeQiDzjwsMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M-pS97pfd1s/s320/P1000608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324418108233920706" /></a><br />This is how it is.<br />AND: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT NOISE?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170868936221921204-7957800327384951293?l=yomynameisbun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the clutterernoreply@blogger.com0