Marci-Gasm

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Dear God! I think I’m delirious from lack of sugar! Earlier, all I could think was that I should change the name of my blog from Marci-licious to Marci-Unhinged! (I’ve had loads of fun lately coming up with new blog names with my friends: think Merci-Marci, Marvelous-Marci, or my personal favorite, (not for the masses I’m told), Marci-Gasm!  Now I’m looking at a blog and laughing hysterically–like laughing until tears are running down my cheeks! What is this funny blog about you might ask? The awkward sleeping positions of cats!! And I include it here for those of you who might want to laugh your asses off!

http://www.buzzfeed.com/paws/awkward-cat-sleeping-positions

Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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