At the end of the day...

Feb 20, 2008 00:28

...ho hum.

I am tired. Way too tired to actually move from this chair and put on pajamas so I can get a good, long night of restful sleep. So...here I sit. I've been reflecting on my day. I have some thoughts. Want to read them? Great.

Number one, I'm glad to say that my iO Level 4 class performed tonight and it was...much, much better than what we've been doing in class the past few weeks. We've taken a beating, from ourselves and from improv, and we should feel jubilant about that. We didn't even cross that fine, almost imaginary, line from "satirical" into "inappropriate" so..kudos. OH! And there were some most excellent Hall and Oates references. I will toot my own horn in saying I picked up on where Skip was going in the scene and tied it all together *beep beep* (Half my team didn't even know we were singing to the tune of a Hall and Oates song in the beginning and that's just sad.)

Number two, I really think people should consider the physical state of the employees and the noise level of the room before deciding it's best to leave their two large and obnoxious dogs at the dog kennel. Do you hear that? All that barking? There are ten dogs per employee today, and one of those employees (me) has a splitting migraine from hell. Get your stupid canines out of here and into obedience school. I don't have time for this!

Number three, Lindsay Lohan. Really? Stop comparing yourself to the great beauties and talented women of Hollywood's past. You are NO Marilyn Monroe.
Here's Marilyn Monroe:



And here's Lohan...


I'm sorry, but you just don't measure up. I don't know who in the hell told you that you look good as a blonde anyway. Just look at all of those freckles! Your hair is red, LiLoh. Red! Stop fucking around. No one wants to see you as a brunette, or raven haired, or blonde. A lot of us would prefer to not see you at all. What I'm saying is, if we have to, stay true to your ginger roots. Don't be ashamed of red hair, it's beautiful.

And with that, and a few frozen grapes from the kitchen, I bid you a g'night.  (Also, Lindz, your girls look a wee bit droopy. Just sayin')
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