I picked Gonzaga to go all the way. You are probably laughing at me right now, but I love Gonzaga and if one of my teams is a #1 seed, I'm gonna put all my hard-boiled Easter eggs in their basketball hoop.
Luckily, there is even a remedy for my sorrows when the Zags get beat.
Its called Fug Madness.
gofugyourself.com is my favorite blog in the world. I know that's a bold statement, but its true. I mostly read blogs of people I know/a few people that need to be stalked. I have a strong dislike for amateur fashion bloggers. I feel like everyone out there thinks that because they can put together colored skinny jeans with a striped top and a trendy necklace that they are automatically stylish.
The answer is a resounding, "NO."
If you have a cute outfit on and you can't resist putting it on the blog, that's awesome. You probably look adorable. But being adorable does not make you a fashionista and I just don't want to waste my time reading where you bought your clothes. (And I'm not saying I'm a fashionista, but you won't ever see me posting model shots with where I bought my clothes in italics underneath the pictures) Again, if you do that, I still like you and I'm not judging, its just not particularly interesting to me. No need to feel bad about yourself or to hate me - if that's what you want to blog about, go for it sister! (or brother)
The point is, I read what is interesting to me. My friends, family, a few randies that are just too cool to not stalk creepily.
Fug is the ultimate blog for me. Its witty, creative, wickedly hilarious, and chalk full of Mean Girls quotes. I laugh out loud every time I read it. Seriously.
Everything they say, I'm thinking in my head!
My sisters and mother often point out how sarcastically mean I can be. And its true. My humor often skates along the lines of inappropriate and rude, but I won't apologize. If I make fun of you, its because I like you. If I offend you, you are one of the lucky few who has won my loyal and affectionate love forever. And that is why I like Fug (because fugly is the new pretty!). It critiques celebrity fashion in the most brutally honest way.
Anyway, Fug does Fug Madness every year, which is like March Madness, but for the worst dressed (or fugliest) people in Hollywood. From Oscars to Oscars, celebs are voted on and if you are (un)lucky enough to make it to Fug Madness, then you get to be voted on. There are four brackets in honor of four of the most heinously dressed people in life - Madonna, Cher, Charo, and Bjork. Disgusting outfits from the past year are paired up against each other and you get to vote on who you think is the worst dressed. The winner advances to the next round. We're down to the Final Four and Justin Bieber (Bjork) is facing off against Rihanna (Charo) to advance to the finals. And its Rita Ora (Cher) vs. Kim Kardashian (Madonna) on the other side. Here's the printable bracket if you're interested. You can't vote for anything but the final four, but its incredibly entertaining.
Here are some of my recent favorite posts:
And for the record, I love JB and the Kardashians, but sometimes you gotta hurt the one you love. Its like not telling your best friend she has parsley in her teeth while having lunch with her. If you don't tell her, YOU ARE NOT HER FRIEND.
If I was your Fugfriend
Jolie-ly Jolied: Angelina Jolie
Fugging up with the Kardashians
Fug and Fines: Katching up with Kim's Kardashian's Maternity Wear
Well-Played Kate Middleton
Fugging Fug Fug the Fugfugdifugs
Unfortunately, I was left out of the Fug Madness Bracket this year. Not sure how that's possible, since this is the BEST/WORST picture ever.
I guess I just slipped through the cracks. Or maybe my picture got lost in one of the twelve chin rolls that happen to be in this picture. You decide.*
*A special thank you to my sister for being part of the best/worst picture ever.
And I meant to include this in a FF closer to Easter but alas, it did not happen. That, plus my life is not that interesting, is why I will never be a famous blogger.
Anyway, here is a slew of incredibly bad Easter outfits, courtesy of the Real Kardashians.
I bet you didn't know that Dorothy Hamill was a Kardashian.
Well she was ... for about six years.
I was going to try and keep my comments to a minimum, but Chelsea's hat makes that virtually impossible. Nothing says Easter Sunday like a classy straw hat.
If you grew up in the 90's, I can guarantee you had a pair of the sandals I'm wearing. They were so comfortably stretchy and I think the soles were made of neoprene.
I can also guarantee that you did not wear them with tights like I did.
Dorothy Hamill got a little angry when baby Dorothy Hamill came into the picture. At what age is it not cool to match your little sister in dress and haircut?
Introducing the Von Trappdashian family!
Nothing I can say about this picture is remotely kind or appropriate for this family blog.
Until next time...