tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23376386615386277702011-04-21T14:16:35.963-07:00Can you read? I can. Sometimes.saripantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04086168197608891257noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337638661538627770.post-53887790501962915862008-09-21T20:29:00.000-07:002008-09-21T20:32:53.869-07:00I know I'm not a rockstar. <div>I get it.</div><div>Only, if I were to create a web-based poll I think I would ask more life-defining questions like, "Why does my music touch you in such a way that you will spend 10 minutes and fill out this survey?" and "If you had 20 minutes and could do whatever you wanted with me, what would that be?" </div><div>Because, I would want to know how fucked up my fans are. </div><div>I wouldn't really give a shit where they downloaded my music, as long as it was on shuffle and repeat I'd be golden.</div><div><br /></div><div>Another fragtastic blog from your favorite,</div><div>Me</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337638661538627770-5388779050196291586?l=thelifeandtimesofsarahspants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>saripantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04086168197608891257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337638661538627770.post-61467012060294874842008-08-10T07:30:00.000-07:002008-08-10T07:31:08.055-07:00I am the fun kind of person who gets drunk and proceeds to call people they shouldn't.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Would you like to be friends with me?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337638661538627770-6146701206029487484?l=thelifeandtimesofsarahspants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>saripantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04086168197608891257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337638661538627770.post-29638220429657206172008-08-08T12:56:00.002-07:002008-08-08T12:59:04.059-07:00Yesterday I got a black eye. <div>Won't you please tell me why?</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't rhyme today. I look like the deformed guy from Goonies and I don't like it. </div><div>My eye won't open fully and I can't see out of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>More to come. Wait. Patient[ly].</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337638661538627770-2963822042965720617?l=thelifeandtimesofsarahspants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>saripantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04086168197608891257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337638661538627770.post-21533292313034116542008-05-20T18:31:00.000-07:002008-05-20T18:36:25.239-07:00<!--StartFragment--><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would you believe me if I said I deleted my blog? I would because it's true younglings. There's a story behind it. Want to hear?
</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style=""></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><div><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Once upon a time in a kingdom far, far, away a little girl wrote some not very nice things about a frog. This frog was pretty upset and try as the little girl might she couldn't get him to understand her. (Frogs can read but they can't understand human speech. It makes sense.) The little girl didn't know what else to do so she quietly drowned the frog in a bucket of bleach.

</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I read this story in a book somewhere as a kid. No, really. 

</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Don't believe a word I say/type.)

</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style=" ;font-family:TrebuchetMS;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(They are little candies that fill you up with morality, brought to you by the inventor of nothing. Patent Pending.)</span></span><!--EndFragment--> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337638661538627770-2153329231303411654?l=thelifeandtimesofsarahspants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>saripantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04086168197608891257noreply@blogger.com0