Sorry for having no post last Friday, folks. I was in Disney World, the most magical place on Earth. It was an awesome adventure! Unfortunately, the trip ended, and now I’m back to the grind. It was pretty terrible coming back to the front desk, but Disney inspired me to intensify my efforts. Captain Eo also taught me important life lessons and fly dance moves with Fuzzwald (Captain Eo is my new obsession).
Yeah. Double Shades. I'm that cool.
Operation Get the F@!* Outta Here is a go!
Being around so many people who are like me reminded me again just how much I don’t belong at this desk in this office. Not only are my skills and experience pretty much ignored, but my personality is not utilized. These last couple days have been brutal, and I’m just losing my patience with it all. My two year milestone is coming-up, and something needs to be done asap. Now I just have to find out how…
I met the rest of the cast for My Little Pony Abridged, and I can’t wait to get started on the show. I love being in the recording studio, and I can also help with the script. My character, Rarity, was not in episode one, but be assured she will blow your mind in episode two. The first episode is a good start, but I think it will get 20% cooler each time.
It’s just too bad I didn’t get to audition for Pinkie Pie in time. I practiced so much for nothing. My car broke down, so I couldn’t get to the studio. I often think God keeps me on his comedy channel. I also got my first rejection letter for my Mr. Socks book series. Hopefully I will get a positive response from one of the other queries. Oh, and I have a canker sore. Ugh.
Anyways, since I did not have a fridge song for you last week, here is a pretty sweet past one. I’ve already got this week’s planned, and it should be a doozie!
Frigidaire To the song Telephone by Lady Gaga
Hello, hello, baby.
I know you can’t eat a thing, Cuz you ain’t got no munchies in the fridge, you see, see. Wha-wha-what did you forget? It looked like junk to me. I’m sorry that I tossed your lunch, And now you’re hungry. You’re kinda hungry! You’re kinda hungry! I’m sorry that I tossed your lunch, And now you’re hungry.
Don’t walk out! Don’t blank out! I don’t want to clean anymore. Forgotten food makes me dance the break room floor!
Don’t walk out! Don’t blank out! I won’t tidy-up anymore. Forgotten food makes me dance the break room floor!
Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Don’t leave your food for me Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh! Spaghetti Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Don’t leave that crap for me Eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh!
I tossed out your grub in that Tupperware tub. Baby, I’m gonna clean that Frigidaire!
Trashed that six inch sub and BBQ with a rub! Baby, I’m gonna clean clean that Frigidaire!
(Btw, Lady Gaga steals your sodas from the fridge for her hairdos!)
I am so excited! In less than an hour, I will be rid of my receptionist job for a glorious week! I’ll work for Honest Tea tomorrow, and then I’m off on Sunday to DISNEY WORLD with a bunch of MAGICAL FRIENDS*! Even if I get roped into a few box drafts, it’s bound to be an amazing time! To sufficiently warn my coworkers as to why I’m going to disappear and not be around to do their bidding for a week, I used the only means of communication I have that they ever listen to…the fridge poem.
ATTENTION: I’ll be out of town next week. Here’s a hint on where I’m heading…
When You Wish Upon A Fridge
To the Disney song “Wish Upon a Star”
Joie gave me a quickie today...a quick illo!!! What were you thinking?! She drew this in about ten seconds.
When you wish upon a fridge, you should not worry a smidge, I’ll clean every shelf and ridge, without ado.
If you leave your coffee cream, my revenge will be extreme, when you wish upon a fridge. Tiramisu.
Prentice is Kind. She brings to the fridge she loves, the sweet cleanliness of its secret longing.
Like a bolt out of the blue, I’ll throw out your veggie stew! When you wish upon a fridge, bid foods adieu!
I have a few announcements/milestones this week/month, some good and some bad. I’ve finally had over 30 blogs posted with Pur Minerals, which doesn’t seem like much, but we have to remember I do them on top of all the other crap I do there. If I was paid to just write, I could easily write a few a day. Here’s are links to my latest articles about Cat Fashion and Bug Bites.
With my internship, I officially have written over 250 reviews. This is on top of all the crap I do at work and the blogs on top of that. I do a majority of my PRIMP work at work. They are also going to post a blog I wrote sometime soon.
Ugh. At the end of this month, it will two excruciating years that I’ve been a receptionist. I prayed that I wouldn’t be here that long, but despite what economists say, this economy sucks ass, especially for career noobs like me.
Last but most assuredly not least, I auditioned for this upcoming Youtube show, My Little Pony Abridged:
I got in! I’m going to be the voice of Rarity, and I may also play Pinkie Pie (my hero)!
Ummmm...huh?
I’ve always wanted to be a voice actress. I have a great sense of voice control and manipulation, so it seems like a great field for me to dabble within. Perhaps I’ll post my next audition that I’m recording tonight.
*Footnote: “Magical Friends” are people my husband hangs out with who play Magic the Gathering. They play Magic, therefore they are Magical. Also, friendship is magic, so they are magical. They are also awesome.
Before I announce an exciting piece of personal writing news, I want to share a poem I wrote. I loved my poetry class in college. The teacher, my classmates and the workshops all had groovy vibes. My fiction class, however, was full of pretentious a$$holes, including my teacher. My teacher thought I was awesome because I was great at meeting deadlines and following instructions, which is something many writing majors have issues with. That class and my recent rejection from KSU’s Share Magazine (and other failures) inspired me to finally express my thoughts regarding the smarmy attitude of starving artist writers:
The funny Poet’s Rant
I’m a funny poet. That makes Debbie Downer writers frown down, upon me, and that’s not what I’m going for, though I get where they’re coming from. In the past I’ve been criticized, for being simple, whimsical and light,, instead of wallowing in reality, or lamenting about life, or describing the peeling paint on a barn wall, with excruciating detail. I went the other way, making light of dark, and laughter from life, but to the too serious artist, laughs are not literary, puns aren’t poetry, rhymes are not realism, and limericks are games. They are labeled as easy, and lacking in depth. I disagree. The best humor, is realized when you hit rock bottom, and fall face first in a puddle. You see your reflection, and laugh in your own face, because making fun of life’s obstacles, and making light despite your situation, is really art. Having the last laugh takes, patience, complexity, simplicity and quick timing. Why overstate the obvious, when you can find something more intelligent and ironic, deeper within?
As a new beginning, I sent queries out for my children’s book series about Mr. Socks the cat. I sent ten to start, and I hope to get a nibble. Here is the beautiful illustration Joie Brown did, and the corresponding stanzas, as a sample for my fans:
“…Mr. Socks met pirates, the captain and his crew, and they liked Mr. Socks so much they made him a pirate, too.
The crew had tea with mermaids, one pink, one blue, one green. Then another friend came by for tea, a giant whale named Eugene…”
Finally, I did a Found Poem for my fridge piece this week, and I’m really enjoyed creating it. I had a burst of energy yesterday morning, like star power in a Mario game, and I was able to utilize that short period of “I can conquer the world” time to work on my receptionist blues song and read all the sources for my collaborative piece. It made a morning with no breaks bearable. Here it is:
Found Poem – A poem constructed by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources (Poems to documents to everyday writings) and reframing them as poetry.
I took poems that made refrigerator references and compiled each line into one poem. Only one line does not have the word fridge or refrigerator in it because I wanted a line with the time I do my cleaning. I have sources for each reference available upon request, if you want to second guess my research skills and work ethic. J
Fridge Found
Hearing the mantra of the refrigerator, my head sits in his fridge, a knee-high fridge stocked, of all perishables sealed, wrapped-up and hurried back into the fridge’s uncontaminated airlessness, [I] put them back in the refrigerator, [and] pulled two six packs from the fridge.
Opening the fridge I said quietly and perhaps too seriously, trying to impress you: “My mother lives alone and eats little, but her fridge is always crammed.” The refrigerator laughs at [me] from its dark corner, at 4:45, as usual.
To the one at the fridge, to the refrigerator, that looks like a moldy refrigerator. The half-eaten square of lasagna in the fridge, The sink, the fridge, the lave-vaiselle, a list of chores and a stocked refrigerator – [I go] to the fridge and [clean] up the leftovers.
Today I wore my RuPaul’s Drag Race shirt that I got at Blake’s on Monday. Only I would wear this to an office because I’m that cool.Everybody LOVED it and was most assuredly jealous of my boogie. I love the weird reactions at the office when I’m flamboyantly myself. I have never been in a setting where I don’t quite fit in, but people seem to enjoy me nonetheless. I’ve kind-of hit an “I don’t care” wall at work because I’m losing those coffee breaks (among other things), so I’m job hunting and not bothering filtering my personality around here. It’s too much work to contain my fierce-ness!
I enjoyed my last afternoon walk today, but it was bittersweet. I felt like it was office death row, and I may write a poem about it. I saw a preview of all the new flowers that will be planted for summer, and I’m sad I won’t get to exercise and watch them thrive. I will also miss the butterflies. Le sigh.
I didn’t do anything with the fridge song until today. I decided to do Castle on a Cloud on a whim. I don’t know why. It just sort-of happened this morning after I ordered office supplies. I also illustrated it myself about ten minutes ago with some crayons. Enjoy.
Break Room on a Cloud To the tune Castle on a Cloud from Les Miserables
There is break room on a cloud.
I like to go there Friday night.
Aren’t any fodder frostbite frights,
Not in my break room on a cloud.
There is a fridge that’s full of joy,
Not packed with bok choy and cheese curls,
No shelf is filled. There’s no chow crowd,
Not in my break room on a cloud.
A fridge is painted all in white,
Dances with me across the sky,
Free of cuisine and cold to the touch.
It says “Prentice…I love you very much.”
I know a place where corn’s not lost,
beans, bacon, grapes nor apple pies.
Forsaking snacks is not allowed,
Not in my break room on a cloud.
Happy Admin Assistant Appreciation Day to all my fellow receptionists, admin assistants, secretaries and intern slaves out there! If everybody in your office forgot, at least you got a blogged pat on the back from Miss Prentice!
I had a %100 increase of people remembering Admin Assistant Day this year! I had one person (the temp) remember. I also wished our poor intern a Happy AAA Day, and we talked about ponies for fifteen minutes. Some beautiful flowers with a teddy bear were just delivered to the office, and as I was having this reaction to the gift…
I found out these lovely flowers…
Were not for me. Lol.
Many years ago, I received an AAA Day card at AMC, and the mean lady who gave it to me said “We appreciate what you do…when you do your job.” Really? Whatever, Grumpy McGrumperpants. I did plenty of work. Anyways, in celebration of this momentous occasion (It’s actually a week long affair), I found the fridge poem I wrote at about this time last year. Enjoy.
Nonet: A poem that consists of nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, and each line after that loses a syllable, like a poetic countdown.
Fridge Nonet
When Friday is coming to a close,
The weekend swirls all through your mind,
Like candied, summer breezes.
Amidst your daydream daze,
Reality strikes,
While driving home.
You forgot…
Your lunch.
Ugh…
I couldn't decide between the fashion article and this...so I wrote both.
Oooh. Here also is a video of the amazing Tamra Compton making me purdy:
This week I decided to do a Nancy Drew story, minus the Nancy Drew and plus me, the Eater Bunny and my nasty office fridge. Joie agreed to do an illustration the day before, and I was completely taken by surprise by this piece. I mean, I was expecting a quickie sketch. I revised my story to try and make it worthy of such a masterpiece:
Detective Prentice & and the Hare-Raising Salad Caper
Wow...Like Wow. I have no words, so I'll just make an "Ooh" face.
Prentice sighed as she folded the broad edge of a cardboard box on a stormy Wednesday afternoon. It was a busy day, with lots to do, but this receptionist sighed, “I wish a fun adventure would come my way.” She absentmindedly stuck a label on the box. It was then when she noticed Kristina walking by, wearing a confused and disgruntled frown.
“Why the long face, Kristina?” Prentice asked.
“The craziest thing happened!” She exclaimed. “Somebody stole my lunch!”
“Are you serious?” Prentice gasped. “That’s terrible!”
“I know,” Kristina grumbled. “Now I have to go out in this nasty weather for lunch, while somebody is chomping on my delicious, homemade salad.”
Kristina opened her umbrella left the office in a huff, leaving the receptionist to think on the matter whilst filling her folded boxes. After shipping the packages, Prentice sent an email to the office:
Hello, Everybody.
I wanted to inform you that we have a lunch thief among us! Please refrain from taking food that isn’t yours. That’s somebody’s meal you’re pilfering, for Pete’s sake! Thanks!
Prentice thought nothing of the ordeal until the next day, when she was gossiping with Darshan. “What?” Prentice flinched at the news she received. Stephanie’s snow peas were missing, and Ashley’s carrot sticks were gone, too. On top of that, Kristina received a strange, anonymous gift that morning. Darshan jumped with a start as Prentice pounded her small fist atop her desk. “This is no longer just an inconsiderate happenstance! There’s a mystery to solve, and Detective Prentice is on the case!” The overenthusiastic admin leapt from her chair and darted off. “Well, somebody drank too much coffee today,” Darshan chuckled.
Ashley and Stephanie had no leads to the snack bandit, so Prentice asked Kristina to bring the odd gift to the front desk. Hoping for a hint or clue from the mysterious present, the girl was shocked when Kristina handed her an elaborately decorated Easter egg. It had slipped Prentice’s mind that the holiday was drawing near. Glitter, colorful gems and rainbow swirls adorned the egg’s delicate surface. “I don’t know who would take the time to bedazzle an egg for me,” Kristina admitted. “I mean, how bizarre is this?” Prentice admired the egg, but she noticed its weight felt odd. “Hmmm…I don’t think it’s hard boiled.” She shook the Easter egg by her ear and cracked it on her desk. “No!” Kristina cried, as Prentice broke the egg. Both girls went silent as candies fell instead of eggy innards. “Oh snap!” Prentice cried, dropping the broken shells. Kristina gaped at the spot where a yolk should have splattered on the front desk. “This is freaking me out, Detective.” Prentice tried to figure out how a normal chicken egg could be filled with candy to no avail.
Friday came, and Prentice was grumpily stuffing envelopes. She wasn’t annoyed with the task so much as the frustrating mystery festering in her skull. The secretarial super sleuth couldn’t catch the lunch burglar without a lead, and the peculiar egg still left her bamboozled. She looked up from her envelopes to see Kristina and a grouchy, gabbing gaggle of women approach the reception area. “Prentice, did you clean the fridge early today?” Kristina desperately asked. “We bought veggie wraps and salad for the big meeting today, but they vanished!” The receptionist’s eyes grew big with horror. “Oh no. I won’t clean the fridge-out until 3:25, but –” The starving stampede was suddenly split by Stephanie and Ashley with jeweled eggs in hand. “Do you have any idea what these are?” They asked in sync.
All the commotion was too much, and with a baffled throng at her heels, Prentice bolted to the break room. Her eyes quickly scanned the room for anything out of place, but she saw nothing, other than dishes in the sink and a white, plastic bag on the floor. “How messy,” Prentice mumbled while swinging the fridge door open. She hit the floor, as hundreds of magical, candy-filled eggs spilled from the fridge and buried her. Dazed, Prentice dug her way out of the Easter avalanche. “Oh, my head.” She moaned. “Wait, what is that?” She pointed to the plastic bag, but it wasn’t a bag at all. It was a giant, white bunny! “There’s the salad stealer!” Detective Prentice cried. “Catch it!
Prentice, Kristina, Stephanie, Ashley and the others chased the bunny across the office. The rabbit was agile, jumping over cubicles, under desks and atop the printer, making quite a mess of the place. Memos flew and paperclips scattered. They cornered the crook in a cubicle when Prentice felt a pang of guilt. The bunny was so scared that it trembled. She picked it up, and the rabbit magically made an egg appear between its paws. “Good golly, everybody!” Prentice giggled. “This is the Easter Bunny!” All the hungry ladies raised skeptical brows at the girl and her fluffy friend, but Detective Prentice continued.
“He probably sought shelter from the rain on Wednesday and got lost. He then got hungry and –”
Kristina excitedly interrupted, “And ate all the vegetables! The salads! The peas! The veggie wraps! The carrots!”
“Indubitably, Kristina! The Easter Bunny would never want to take food without paying, so he repaid the victims the only way he knew how, with his magical, candy eggs!”
The Easter Bunny confirmed the answer with a nod, and Prentice said “Now that was a hare-raising mystery!” Everybody laughed in agreement, and to celebrate the case being solved, the big meeting was moved to a fancy restaurant. The Easter Bunny was treated to an all-you-can-eat salad bar and Detective Prentice to a delicious, gourmet cheeseburger with curly fries.
I’ve gone from zero to over 9,000 and back to zero in a matter of days. I worked for Honest Tea this weekend for the Sweetwater 420 Fest. I love promotional work, and since I’m so deprived of it, I almost get high off of all the interaction and good vibes. Also, working for a vendor at 420 Fest is way better than volunteering for Sweetwater, which I regret to remember I did last year. This time, however, I got free beer and food, and I got paid to do something I love. The only downside to this gig was coming down from the weekend high. Also, I haven’t even been paid for my first shift over a month ago, so I don’t plan to see a paycheck for that or my first freelance makeup artist training session anytime soon.
I found out yesterday that we are downsizing our customer service department, and our fifteen minute coffee breaks will be taken away. This is devastating for me! I use my morning break for stair walking, lunges and stretches, and I do a lap and a half around the office complex for my afternoon break. I can already feel myself getting fatter and more miserable without them. This triggered a “What did I do so wrong to fail this hard?” tantrum. Then I went to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race at Blake’s to cheer myself-up, and my car got booted. Sob.
I’ll go ahead and throw in that my novel, Bakeneko: Mariko’s Dream, got its 14th rejection letter recently, and my school’s literary magazine rejected the series of fridge poems and accompanying prose I submitted for the Spring Issue. Also, I am on the new box for my company’s makeup starter kit…it’s from the clinical trial…of my chin…with a big honking zit. My modeling career is obviously skyrocketing to super stardom.
In case you didn’t know, I’m a ridiculously huge My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fan, and I have created many bronies out of my homies. We were discussing how we need to find our cutie marks, the pictures on the ponies’ hips that represent their special talent and purpose. Right now, if I were a pony, I’d likely be Derpy Hooves, but instead of a cutie mark on my flank, I’d have the word “FAIL” branded on my ass.
Anyways, enough about my whining. This is a WRITING BLOG, not a griping blog, so here is an Easter themed fridge song from last year:
An Easter Song for the Fridge (To Peter Cottontail)
Here comes Prentice, with her pail, Hopping down the break room trail. Hippity! Hoppity! Fridge-time’s on its way.
Trashing every girl and boy’s Boxes full of munch-time joy, Things that would grow mold if left for days.
She tossed red beans and salami, Deviled eggs and veggie stew. Then she threw-out your pastrami, And your chicken cordon bleu!!
Oh! Here comes P, with that trash pail, Hopping down that break room trail. Hippity! Hoppity! Clean that fridge today!
So, I wrote a few poems in the last week for work. I need to finish some serious writing for myself, but alas. I haven’t the time, so I must settle for such gems as these:
Our Office Complex Had a Pop Top Collection Contest, so I wrote this:
Pop Top and Drop it (Keep a dance beat in mind)
When you need to bebop, before you flop and drop, you head down to the drink machine, and chug a soda pop.
Before you go and trash it, STOP! Come see me. You better hop! Then into my collection box, chop and lop dat metal top.
Pop top and drop it! What?! Chop and lop dat metal top, Pop top and drop it! For charities that need some props!
Pop top and drop it! What?! Chop and lop that metal top, Pop top and drop it! Yeah! Collect the most! We’ll be up-top!
A lady at work is doing a fundraiser for her kid’s sports team, and our company bought a few coupon books for us to enjoy. The mom asked me to announce and advertize the fundraiser with my typical flair. Like Riley, I put the “Fun” in fundraising.
I don't give. I just pay the cost of doin' business.
After I snagged the free oil change coupon and a bunch of free pizzas from Little Caesars (Thus making this a commissioned gig. Lol), I wrote this little diddy:
The Art of a Good Deal
I don’t know about you, but I love to save money, To me, many things are laughing matters, but waste is soooo not funny!
Through the break room doors, are magical, coupon books, with savings for all kinds of things, for your hunger, entertainment and looks.
Do not steal a whole book, please. I’ve counted them! There’s three! We all be needy, but don’t get greedy, or from Miss Prentice you must flee!
If you want a book all for yourself, they’re only 20 dollars, so if you want to buy one, give Miss Censored For Blog a holler!
After all this literary gold, I was at a loss for ideas. I didn’t want to do pop culture or a song, and while I was playing Persona 3 on my PS2, I learned what a senryū was, and with the power of Google, I learned enough about it to compose an eloquent fridge poem.
I love video games, among other nerdy things. Persona 3 is a pretty sweet RPG, but Persona 4 is way better. The dungeons in both games can be obnoxious, but Tartarus was the worst, Dude. The characters in Persona 3 are also not as fun and compelling as the ones in Persona 4. All the kids in 3 are so serious, dark and sort of boring, and the ones in 4 have so much personality and life. I also rofl’ed many times in 4. No doubt though, both games are totally worth playing. The fighting system is pretty spectacular, and I love the social link concept. Anyways, now that I’m done with my brief game review, here’s a poem:
Senryū – a short poem, like a Haiku. There are three lines with seventeen syllables in all. Unlike a Haiku, which is centered around nature, a Senryū is often humorous and picks fun at human nature.
Our aesthetic business of hygiene and beauty holds a filthy fridge
It’s been a crazy week, and today has been ridiculous! Like, for real! Joie agrees! Basically, we we we so excited that it’s FRIDAY that we have to express it the best way we know how!
Friday Parody of the worst song ever uttered by the notorious Rebecca Black
7 AM, Waking up in the morning, Gotta be fresh. Gotta sit in my chair. Gotta have my mug, Gotta have my green tea, Seein’ everything. The time is goin’ Ticking on and on, and everybody’s rushing, Gotta get down to the break room. Gotta meet The Fridge! I see Trash Can!
Kickin’ on the top shelf, Kickin’ on the bottom shelf, Gotta make my mind up, Which food can I take?
It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta clean-up on Friday! Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend! Weekend! Friday! Friday! Wiping down on Friday! Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend!
Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun, Lookin’ forward to the weekend!
4:45, We’re sorting through the garbage, Cleaning so fast. We make foodstuffs fly. Buns, Plums. Throwing out tons! Do you know what this is? You bought this. Is that Swiss? Trash Can is by my right. I got this, this hot mess. Now I throw it.
Kickin’ on the top shelf, Kickin’ on the bottom shelf, Gotta make my mind up, Which food can I take?
It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta clean-up on Friday! Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend! Weekend! Friday! Friday! Wiping down on Friday! Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend!
Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun, Lookin’ forward to the weekend!
Yesterday as Thursday, Thursday, Today it is Friday, Friday, We-we-we so excited! The Fridge excited, We gonna scour it all today!
Tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday comes after…wards. I don’t want this weekend to end!
It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta clean-up on Friday! Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend! Weekend! Friday! Friday! Wiping down on Friday! Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend!
Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Tidying, Tidying (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun, Lookin’ forward to the weekend!
Yes,wewewejustwent there.Havea great freakin’ weekend!
Yesterday was Birthday, Birthday.
Today it is Wednesday, Wednesday,
I-I-I 26 now!
I 26 now.
I gonna have a ball this year!
So anyways, my birthday was yesterday. I wasn’t super excited over 26 at first, but then I realized I was projecting my disappointment with 25 on 26. That’s not very nice. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings, 26. Let’s start fresh and show 25 how it’s done!
In addition to taking a glorious day off, I received some delightful birthday sentiments. My friend Char sang a birthday song in Spanish for me, and I received the following picture from Douggie Fresh:
My Kindred Pokemon + LolCat Reference ÷ Fridge Blog = Best Birthday Card Ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fabulous Joie Brown decided to take her writing efforts to the next level from last week’s Renga and wrote me a birthday song. It is supposed to sound like Pinky Pie from My Little Ponies: Friendship is Magic. If you haven’t seen this show yet, do so NOW! Pinky Pie is my homegirl!
Joie combined glitter, rhyme, squee and tons of my favorite things to create this magical piece:
Written in the style of Pinkie Pie. Please sing to whatever tune you’d like!
Birthday Funs!
Oooo it’s time for a birthday, it’s time for a birthday– with balloons and cake we’ll celebrate! It’s time for a birthday!
Birthdays are good for friends or foes; they sweep away your weepy woes! Say goodbye to that frowny face; we are gonna pick up the pace!
Dancing, singing, lots of fun endless cupcakes until you’re done! Games and presents maybe some booze, Ponies, pokemon, what shall you choose?
Oooo it’s time for a birthday, it’s time for a birthday– with balloons and cake we’ll celebrate! It’s time for a birthday!
Shall we play with zombies and plants? Or maybe watch some Jem and prance? Whatever it is, it’ll be outrageous and the good times will be so contagious!
Oooo it’s time for a birthday, it’s time for a birthday– Our Prentice will be so, SO happy! It’s time for a birthday!
Happy Birthday to my bestie! ♥
What is to come this Friday, Friday? If I have to leave you anymore hints, you dum-dum-dum…
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