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Thursday, October 8th, 2009
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I write for a site called YouBentMyWookie. Because this site is so awesome, it's going on the offense (ATTACK!!!) because boobies are awesome and we're here to save them!
So. In case you need some convincing, peep this little clip *warning : not exactly safe for work* and then click this link to buy a shirt.
Here's what the shirt looks like.
All proceeds in the month of October go to the National Breast Cancer Foundation. That's right. ALL the proceeds.
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Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
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Sunday, September 20th, 2009
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So I've never endorsed anything before nor have I ever really gone out on a limb to say I like something enough that I mention name and product.
Therefore, it is only befitting that the first thing I talk about is going to be something that an awesome friend of mine is involved in. It's called Fantasy Factor.
This is about the extent of my sports knowledge...for now!
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Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009
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I have discovered that zombies really do exist.
Read More Here.
I swear I * kind of sort of not really * figured it out.
:D
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Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
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Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
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Summer is almost over. The last wave of blockbuster movies are here. Leading the last hurrah is this little movie based off of beloved toys called "G.I. Joe". I watched it. Twice.
My Two Page Movie Review Is Here
Guess where my review ended up?
IT'S ON IMDb!!!
Yeah. IMDb. If you scroll down to the bottom of the list, you'll see YouBentMyWookie.com [MissBonnified].
That's me. And my review.
OMFG!!!!1!!one!!!eleventy-one!!!
When I found out, guess what my first thought and reaction was?
"....holy crap....that's me. ....I'm going to throw up now".
That's right. My first gut reaction (har har har) when discovering that MY REVIEW is on this site was to toss my cookies. I was (and still am) that excited.
I'm on the same eff-ing page of critics as Roger Ebert, the LA Times, NY Times and other really cool sites/people/stuff.
Hells-to-the-YEEEAAAAA!!!
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Friday, August 14th, 2009
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My mom is hilarious. I think she temporarily gave up on getting me to give her a grand baby via the unconventional way. As in, she's given up trying to talk me into being a single mother by storming and pillaging the sperm banks. Perhaps OctoMom kind of put things in perspective for her. God, I hope so. This is perhaps the only productive thing the OctoMom has done that I can think of. F'real....
This is what she ends up doing to help me. I love my Mommy.
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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
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Comic Con has come and gone (haa haa haa, I can rhyme!) and while I got to a ton of fun stuff like:
1. Actually GO to Comic Con
2. Interview Tim Burton
3. Interview a bunch of other people
4. Dress up even though it's nowhere near Halloween
....you know what was the highlight of the whole thing?
GETTING TO HANG OUT WITH RAY PARK!!!
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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
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I write to remember. I write so that I don't forget. I commit in words all the pictures that accumulate in my mind so that they might live on forever. This is how I tell myself stories so that I can come back to revisit the moments that demand a piece of eternity within my mind.
What started off as a simple hello turned into a semi sporadic field trip to acquire wine. Red. It must always be red. Red is the color of anger, of love, of life and, above all else, passion. Without Passion, what would drive us, push us or ignite even the smallest ember of determination within us? If you truly are what you eat, then I can't think of a better color to weave into my being.
It took some time since I've been spoiled by the offerings of Solvang but in the end, it was he who determined what we were to drink.
"A gangster wine for the named Bonnie and Clyde....and the wine of the Diablo for the Queen of the Damned."
Yuen Fuhn is a strange concept. It is one of affinity but, more specifically, a portion of fate. A time of Destiny. It is not something easily explained and it is something even harder to grasp. Without a moment's hesitation, I answered "yes" when I was asked if I believe we met in a past life. When pressed to offer irrefutable proof, the only proof I could offer was one that came closest of making any amount of sense. As tenuous as it sounded, I could only offer a sense of Deja Vu...yet that was enough to pluck perhaps at a chord of resonance within the sound armor Science offers. That was enough of a start. Where it ends, I've yet to dream of that.
It isn't every day that I am told I mentally exhausted someone in a mere span of a few hours nor am I told that a significant outpouring of effort has gone into reading and learning during the time someone has known me. It is also not an every day occurrence when sleep was lost over a dream I had.
I now know the meaning of the boxes. It has crystallized within my mind. I know which one it is now and it shimmers with a lovely luster all of its own.
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Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
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Star Light
Star Bright
Last star
I see this night
I wish you may
I wish you might
Chase away
that which stalks me this night.
...or at the very least, prepare them for the surprise that they might find at the end of this twilight rainbow.
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I can't sleep because of the stories and dreams that run through me. They cry out for an outlet and won't leave me in peace until I spin them. They are like living entities that either demand blood for their corporeal form or they'll insist I inform the rightful recipient of their intent. The funniest part is they don't know who they're asking this of. But you know what's the strangest part of it all? Actually, that is a thought I'll keep to myself for now. There are some things that shouldn't be shared especially during the twilight hours.
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Butthole Surfers :: Whatever (I Had A Dream Last Night) :: Romeo + Juliet soundtrack
I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
I had a dream last night and it scared me. I was getting married. My gown was gorgeous and the venue was to die for. It was an ancient castle perched over a cliff that hung over the sea. It belonged to the man who was to be my husband. It felt like I was somewhere similar to Greece but I've never been there before.
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of heart
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven, help me, my head's spinnin' 'round
Stop this airplane 'cause I got to get down
I saw the man I was supposed to marry but he is someone I don't recognize. There was something very wrong about him but I couldn't figure out what it was. I felt like I was drugged in this dream. Nothing went right. My makeup artist wasn't there, the woman who was in charge of my did not show up. Nothing that was right and that was an omen to me.
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove, the Hell one
I did not want to get married but I couldn't make myself stop. I watched in horror as my hands slipped the extravagant wedding gown over my head. The whisper of organza and chiffon sounds like shrieks in my ears as it slipped and slithered over my arms and head. Crystals and tiny seed pearls raked my skin as I watched my arms smooth the dress down. I was surprised it didn't cause me to bleed. The simple flower on the headband that adorned my head looked like an exquisite gunshot had caused my head to blossom with white petals and diamonds.
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
There was a scream last night
It was gettin' kind of fun, yeah, rock out, whatever
I looked at myself in the mirror. It was difficult to determine where my pale skin ended and where the alabaster dress began. I looked like a bejeweled corpse. An eternity of stars fell from Heaven only to die upon the fabric that swathed my body. It was lovely.
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
Because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night
And I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night
And it fit me like a glove
I had to scream last night
Lord above
I was not ready for this. Nothing was what it appeared to me. Not my groom and certainly not the stranger I saw in the mirror who bore my face.
And one of us leaves
And I got shot
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, this is my rhyme
Take it to the street, biatch
I did not want this and so I woke up with a scream dying on my lips.
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So I'm the phone with a girlfriend listening to her epic weekend when I realized that I thought she described her friend's job as "a couch potato...but he's a really motivated one".
Okay. Wait. Rewind.
THEY PAY PEOPLE TO BE COUCH POTATOES?!
AND YOU CAN EVEN BE A HIGHLY MOTIVATED ONE?!!!
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T MY HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE COUNSELORS TELL ME ABOUT THIS JOB??!!
And since it's a job, it must mean it pays!!
I Was Almost Epic Fail. Almost.
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So I'm the phone with a girlfriend listening to her epic weekend when I realized that I thought she described her friend's job as "a couch potato...but he's a really motivated one".
Okay. Wait. Rewind.
THEY PAY PEOPLE TO BE COUCH POTATOES?!
AND YOU CAN EVEN BE A HIGHLY MOTIVATED ONE?!!!
WHY THE HELL DIDN'T MY HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE COUNSELORS TELL ME ABOUT THIS JOB??!!
And since it's a job, it must mean it pays!!
I Was Almost Epic Fail. Almost.
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What is UP??!! So friggin' happy and excited. I'm "The Bonnified Truth" on You Bent My Wookie
Can I get a HEEEELLL YEEEEAA??!!!
I'm on the right side and a few boxes down. Sweet!!!!
:D
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Today's class was spent discussing our Bio sheet and Promotional Plans. Having never done anything remotely close to this, I decided to wing it. I apparently have a Ph.D in BS because my teacher really liked it. Freaking awesomeness. For real.
:: About The Author ::
Bonnie N. Clyde is the woman behind the articles featured on youbentmywookie.com and aarising.com where she enjoys the title of Columnist. To date, she has brought in close to 10,000 hits within the first two months of going live on youbentmywookie.com. When she's not writing about what she thinks of the entertainment industry or about the trials, tribulations and perils of being a single woman, she is providing entertainment for her friends when she goes out on dates. As a retired bartender, Bonnie is regarded as a Love Guru and is highly sought after as a fountain of wise relationship advice despite being chronically single. Her posts on a networking site garnered her quite a cult and her blogs enjoy a healthy following since she's started writing in the wonderful land known as The Internet in 2000. To date, she is approaching 300,000 hits and is featured on a list of Asian American female bloggers on the site aarising.com.
And The Funnery Continues Here.
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So I took my little brother to go see Wolverine. Dude, this writing thing is EXCELLENT for getting me to drag my ass into a theater...and now I'm wondering why I ever stopped going. :D
Two words? Man. Candy.
Oh yes.
What I Thought Of The Wolverine Movie.
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I've started writing. Well, I mean besides here and on blogger.
I've decided to start writing for real. When overtime became a thing of the past at work, that was kind of freaky. I don't depend on the extra money to make ends meet (thank GOD) but that's what I used to do if I wanted to take a trip or take myself on a shopping frenzy. It's rather disconcerting to know that option is no longer as readily available to me.
When push comes to shove, I tend to snap out of BonnieLand really fast.
I started to think about other ways to make money without having to put a lot of resources into play. Most of the things I thought of required some kind of venture capital and since I don't like borrowing money nor am I overly thrilled by the idea of committing my own capital into a venture that most likely will not do well due to the current economy which would end up with my tearing out my hair and causing myself astronomical stress (neither of which I'm very fond of), I finally began to take this writing thing seriously.
Over the years, so many of you have said I should consider it as something besides a hobby. While flattered, I never really thought of myself as a writer. That is, until recently.
And so I jumped into it feet first after thinking about for a while.
I am pleased to say that I am now a regularly contributing writer to youbentmywookie.com.
My first two pieces can be found here.
Intro To Yours Truly
I Basically Called Ken A Scrub.
I hope you guys enjoy. :D
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Holy. Crap. I am tired. Today was the first day I've been home. Good God, thinking back, my weekend started on Wednesday night and didn't end till I got home at like...6 this morning. I'll be writing about my thoughts of the Mingle party at a later point because I'm still trying to go through all the thoughts I had while partying like a rockstar.
But first things first. So I finally turned in my first piece for one of the websites I'll be writing on. I used to be really good at this whole "save your work as you go along" crap, but dude....I haven't been in school since 2005 which means my rockin' skills as a student are kind of rusty.
I had finished writing my intro piece and was juuuust about to send it when I accidentally deleted the fuggin thing before I sent it. I think I stopped breathing, nearly had a heart attack and then almost managed to pull out all my hair which says a lot about my level of frustration because, dude, I've got a lotta hair.
MUTHAFUNKING PIECE OF @#4O(*74(*& !!!!
Click To Read About My Sheer Utter Frustration That Ended Well And I Still Have All My Hair. Yes!
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Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
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I realized rather belatedly that I can start entries here and then just provide a link for you guys to jump to so that you can read the rest! I'm so s-m-r-t!!! * high five *
And I'm gonna start right now. :D
~*~
I open my email and am greeted by the following email.
THIS IS WHAT I GOT IN MY INBOX
* sigh *
Look, Mr. and Ms. Would-Be-Scammers. If you're gonna try to con me outta my hard earned moolah, do me a favor. Learn to spell. It'll make you that much more credible which means I just might be dumb enough to fall for it.
//Bonnie's-Public-Service-Announcement
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