On Tuesdays you will watch my pets and you will like it.
So today I was fucking around with vimeo and posting stoopid pet videos and I discovered that I have a lisp.
It is DISTURBING. I have gone my whole life not knowing I have a speech impediment. But you know what? OH FUCKING WELL. At least I don’t look too fat on camera. And in America not looking fat is how we spell Freedom. I do have a weird nose though. I mean, it has character. It’s filled with character and probably some leftover cocaine from 2006. Vintage cocaine if you will.
Enjoy.
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First things first - the lisp is sex-ay.
Second - cute hair! (and dog!)
you have a voice!!!
Stupid work computer with no sound…
The whole time I was watching the video, I kept thinking “Wow. That’s my sister-in-law. Neat.”
So, you know, I enjoyed watching it despite the lack of lisp.
I detect no lisp. Does this mean that my education in linguistics has failed me? Or that maybe I have a lisp?
Is vimeo like generic youtube or something? Should I know about this?
Now I’m going to be chasing the dog around with my laptop for the rest of the afternoon. I KNOW he could be a star if he wasn’t so stupid.
way to work the angles
You have a lovely healthy glow…is that from drinking all the wine that’s on the counter behind you?
Ok fine.
I’ll do cat week.
Or at least Cat Hump Day.
We’ll see what I can come up with, but you better like it whatever it is because my friend Rachel begged me not to do it.
And she sells me Mary Kay for half price, so I kind of have to do what she says. But I’ll risk it. For you.
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW KIALA????
ARE YOU?
Meg- Really? You’re just being nice. It’s weird, I know it. And thank you!
Chris- I do!
Nels- Hi! I’m on the internet!
Charley- Maybe you do have a lisp. A lithp.
Arielle- Yes, vimeo…it’s like Youtube but it looks cuter.
Laura- Thank you. I clavicled the shit out of that.
kristen- Thank you, yes I attribute it to my pasty skin and a box of wine a night. And YES I AM HAPPY NOW!!!! Cat Week People!!
Jesus, Kiala, I grew up in Southern California and I’ve seen my share of stage mothers, but damn girl. “I’d do it differently?” Someone get that dog some therapy. STAT.
I always wanted to say stat. It’s only because my high school boyfriend is a brain surgeon. And I am not.
well, its good to know im not the only one that does that werird high pitched voice when i talk to my dog. they have super hearing right? arent we hurting their ears then?
He gets bones from me, so he can deal with it.
You dog is adorable. i want to pinch his cheeks.
Okay.
It’s there now and it’s all for you.
Theriouthly. You have the cutetht dog.
Actually, I detected no lisp, which highlights how massively self-critical we can all be, hmm? And I’d kill small children for your hair.
I mean you only spit on the camera like twice… the lisp can’t be that bad.
but what do i do on Wednesdays???
I spelled Wednesday right on my first try.
Impressed?
Are you telling me you just noticed your nose? I’ve been fixated on that thing ever since we met. And don’t worry about the lisp, I got one too and boys hit on me all the time.
My work computer won’t let me watch this, so I’ll have to wait until I get home.
I’m not sure I want you to have a voice, though. What if it sounds nothing like the one in my head (no, not that one, or that one; the one when I’m reading your blog.) What if you sound like Newt Gingrich?
Actually, you seem much calmer than I’d pictured. Very un-Newt.
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