Why I heart “Googling”

Check out some of the search terms that help people stumble headfirst into The Fat Fighters Chronicles:

“weeing”
“low fat rum balls”
“daniel mostyn”
“boobs”
“french knickers wedgie”
“hornyville”
“messy wedgie” (ummmmmmmmmmm?)
“fat shitting”
“eat yourself into a coma”
“apples make me fart”
“hot midriffs”
“smelly fart chicken”
“sex in kitchen”
“fart fighters”
“i am weeing”
“ze fat”

BAHAHAHA. Well, after all the times people find my blog using the word “fart”, I’m considering changing it to THE FART FIGHTERS CHRONICLES. Seems fitting.

Sadness: the feeling when there is no Law & Order: SVU/ Sex & The City/ Oprah/ Next Top Model to watch.

After six days with pay TV, I am truly addicted.

My name is missbooti and I am a full-blown crappy TV addict.

PS: I went on the RADDEST winter shopping spree. Sensational. Loving myself and the new threads sick at the moment.

Back at the homestead …

… I’m eating my parents’ Easter bunnies on the sly.

Help! I’m a bad person!

:p

TBL, chips-choccie-wine, did I mention TBL?

– I am obsessed with The Biggest Loser. I have been doing my best to avoid watching it because there are a few elements I really disagree with, but I’m hooked. Every week(day) I seem to find myself in front of the telly, crying along with Julie the mum, wanting to pat dear ol’ Cam on the back, and cheering on the two poor blokes holed up out bush with the scary super-sized trainer (can’t remember his name, but he’s no Emazon).

– I am currently living on chips, cheese and wine … not to mention the occasional chocolate. Wagtown = Gorgefest, but I’m okay with it. What else are holidays for? I am going out for a fabulous dinner tonight at the 3 Chefs (“Google that shit) with a dear friend. Can’t. Wait. For. Oysters.

– I busted out some serious Guitar Hero action last night and this morning. While I sat on my tush while shredding that shite up, I must say my wrists got quite the workout. Strong wrists. What every girl wants.

Is it reaaaaally bad to eat KFC while watching The Biggest Loser?

Yeah, I know.

Shocking.

I’m just trying to get Emazon to track me down and kick my ass in the ring. She’s a rad biatch.

PS: Shannon, I heart you. Be my trainer!