tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1562959424374460132011-11-27T17:02:37.143-08:00bigcity L I T T L E L A D Yi love to give homemade gifts. which one of my kids would you like?Little Babsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156295942437446013.post-41773472624817185762008-10-07T11:21:00.000-07:002009-03-02T07:20:45.457-08:00I hate Americans.(*Note: this is not a post of self-loathing, for I am an unclassifiable species only recognizable by God. Not to worry, your confusion was highly anticipated.)They're rude and ignorant.They don't have a cuisine of their own. Burgers are originally from Germany, you jerks.They're wasteful. No need to shut off lights before leaving home when utilities are included in the rent, right? Argh. They'reLittle Babsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156295942437446013.post-14462585487624088332008-09-09T09:44:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:32:43.717-07:00Gosh: (gŏsh) interj. Expletive conjunction of God and shit.I owe this post to Janna Sikdar, the talented author of high-pitched ideals and the official denial of the Holy Spirit in the critically acclaimed (by critic I mean yours truly, and by acclaimed I mean it sure gets the juices aflowin') blog: The Indalian Job. She recently had a brush with comical death as a result of the Republicans' poisonous saturation of the media. I felt compelled to Little Babsnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156295942437446013.post-74343517645446238862008-08-19T20:10:00.000-07:002008-08-28T11:09:10.326-07:00Damn girl, are those space jeans?! Cause yo ass is outta dis world!"Do you know what you really want? I do. What I really want is for my concealer to match my skin tone." Why, is that so, Jessica Alba? Cause, I dunno, I was kinda thinking that I might really want something a teeny weeny bit more important- like a steady paycheck, immunity to herpes, a significant other insuceptible to my odor, or, heck, world peace! Is it not enough that I have Little Babsnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-156295942437446013.post-88816549793025041672008-08-14T11:06:00.000-07:002008-08-28T11:11:21.074-07:00i didn't like you until you didn't like mePlease, allow me to introduce myself...I eat until I’m inundated. Literally. Well, almost. Usually until that little valve in my esophagus closes because my stomach, being that thick walled elastic bag that I cherish it to be, is stretched to its absolute limit- so much so, in fact, that it decides when enough is enough, as if looking down in sorrow upon my bulging belly is not. My stomach Little Babsnoreply@blogger.com2