birthday slothiness
MMMMMMM GOOD BIRTHDAY :)
The best way to celebrate your birthday? SLOTH AND GLUTTONY. I had McDonald's for breakfast (shuddap, those cinnamon rolls are the SHIT), then went on a shopping spree at Old Navy, then came home and napped. Only now, I'm a bit confused -- I think I dreamt that there was some weird shit in my cinnamon rolls, but I can't be sure if that was a dream or not, and so I may have consumed tainted cinnamon rolls. But then again, they're from McDonald's, so they were pretty much tainted to begin with. BUT I CARE NOT, for it is my birthday and I am allowed to eat crazy shit. Yay!
I also ... okay, I have to fess up, y'all. Because I have mocked those who wear them in the past, and I probably will continue to mock them, but ... I bought a pair of faux-Uggs from Old Navy. Shut up! You don't understand! They're all warm and fuzzy and they feel like walking on clouds and I will never never NEVER wear them outside the house (except, y'know, when walking the dog late at night when I'm in my pajamas). Do not judge me! I am the birthday queen and if I want to wear fake Uggs, then that is what I will do!
There's so much I have to talk about, y'all. Like how I've totally fallen head-over-heels in love with Battlestar Galactica and all its gray morality and hard choices and the eternal sorrow that is Saul Tigh. Or how I think the best new show on TV this year is Heroes, with the close runner-up being Ugly Betty. Or how I watched the first couple of episodes of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip before the smugness outweighed the total gay love between Matt Perry and Bradley Whitford.
Or my secret shame ... oh God ... I can't even say it, but ... I may have really fallen in love with the awesome evil that is America's Next Top Model HA! You still can't judge me because it's my birthday! HAHAHA!
And I've been READING. Reading HARDCORE, like, everything I can get my hands on. And I'm going to start reviewing the big old stack of books I have, as well as the television I've been loving, and the movies that rock my world, and how I'm totally pissed at the Democrats and now consider myself an Independent, because both political parties fucking suck. Well, they do. Also? I've been writing again recently. Shhhhhhh. I'd talk about it more, but I don't wanna jinx it. *g*
I'll end this post by pimping out Grant-Lee Phillips' new album, nineteeneighties, because it's so beautiful it makes my heart hurt. Covers rule.
The best way to celebrate your birthday? SLOTH AND GLUTTONY. I had McDonald's for breakfast (shuddap, those cinnamon rolls are the SHIT), then went on a shopping spree at Old Navy, then came home and napped. Only now, I'm a bit confused -- I think I dreamt that there was some weird shit in my cinnamon rolls, but I can't be sure if that was a dream or not, and so I may have consumed tainted cinnamon rolls. But then again, they're from McDonald's, so they were pretty much tainted to begin with. BUT I CARE NOT, for it is my birthday and I am allowed to eat crazy shit. Yay!
I also ... okay, I have to fess up, y'all. Because I have mocked those who wear them in the past, and I probably will continue to mock them, but ... I bought a pair of faux-Uggs from Old Navy. Shut up! You don't understand! They're all warm and fuzzy and they feel like walking on clouds and I will never never NEVER wear them outside the house (except, y'know, when walking the dog late at night when I'm in my pajamas). Do not judge me! I am the birthday queen and if I want to wear fake Uggs, then that is what I will do!
There's so much I have to talk about, y'all. Like how I've totally fallen head-over-heels in love with Battlestar Galactica and all its gray morality and hard choices and the eternal sorrow that is Saul Tigh. Or how I think the best new show on TV this year is Heroes, with the close runner-up being Ugly Betty. Or how I watched the first couple of episodes of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip before the smugness outweighed the total gay love between Matt Perry and Bradley Whitford.
Or my secret shame ... oh God ... I can't even say it, but ... I may have really fallen in love with the awesome evil that is America's Next Top Model HA! You still can't judge me because it's my birthday! HAHAHA!
And I've been READING. Reading HARDCORE, like, everything I can get my hands on. And I'm going to start reviewing the big old stack of books I have, as well as the television I've been loving, and the movies that rock my world, and how I'm totally pissed at the Democrats and now consider myself an Independent, because both political parties fucking suck. Well, they do. Also? I've been writing again recently. Shhhhhhh. I'd talk about it more, but I don't wanna jinx it. *g*
I'll end this post by pimping out Grant-Lee Phillips' new album, nineteeneighties, because it's so beautiful it makes my heart hurt. Covers rule.