I'd just like to say...
WTH to today. I woke up sick as all hell, neigh succoming to death this morning. My tonsils were swollen and my ears felt like they were boxed in the not-so-distant past. To be fair, when aren't my tonsils swollen when I come down with even the most miniscule of sniffles? Those tonsils. Always trying to protect me, and shit.
Did I mention that I slept over at work last night? Also, did I mention that I was stuck there until 11 am and went back at four? Yes, this.
Every day of my life--no, scratch that. Every day that I work, rather, I end up viewing Entertainment Tonight. I'd just like to state for the record that:
a) I am not interested in whether or not Chastity Bono is having a sex reassignment surgery. I mean, great for her, and yay, and the like...but hell. It's not something that needs to be covered every day on the "news". (...news. Bwah haw hah.)
b) Nor do I care to hear about Jada Pinkett-Smith's sex "secrets".
c) Or about David Caradine strangling himself to death during mastrubation.
Really, I just don't have any interest in celebrity "news". Even the ones that I enjoy--I just don't care. I don't care that Robert Pattinson went to dinner with so-and-so or that Lindsay Lohan is an on-again-off-again lesbian/blonde. (That's not to say that I enjoy Lindsay Lohan. Ew.)
Well, I do find it absolutely adorable that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer are a couple. That's about the extent of it.
Also, "America's Got Talent"? Also, "I'm a 'Celebrity', Get Me Out of Here"?
...Someone ought to sink NBC in the toilet.
So my sick ass got off of work early today. Due to the sickness as well as to the fact that I'll be working approximately 48 hours straight through this weekend. XP
As soon as I got home my mother called to have me pick her and Kevin up from what he refered to as "hillbilly hell". They had car trouble while they were out working in their garden at my mother's coworker's farm. Apparently the aforementioned coworker has a mechanic neighbor who my parents took the van to and after I picked them up my mother announced that she had "found me a man". It went as such: "Angela, I have good news. I found you a man." I loled at this. Rochelle was along for the ride and she had a good chuckle at this statement as well. If only she knew. ;) Aside from that 'if only she knew' bit, I'm pretty sure that I would not be compatible with a mechanic. In any way. Ever.
After picking Machine Gun Kelly up and depositing her at home, Rochelle and I went back to her place to watch the season two premire of True Blood. She had fucking delicious hummus and pretzel chips and vegetarian pinwheels as well as my addictive substance of choice: flavoured carbonated water. I love Rochelle's delicious vegetarian antics. True Blood started off a little slow, but what can you expect of the first episode of the second season?
I am so sleepy and have nothing more of note to mention. Not that any of that was of note. Oh well.
Well, there *is* something of great note...but I don't think I need to mention that. You all know already. :D
Did I mention that I slept over at work last night? Also, did I mention that I was stuck there until 11 am and went back at four? Yes, this.
Every day of my life--no, scratch that. Every day that I work, rather, I end up viewing Entertainment Tonight. I'd just like to state for the record that:
a) I am not interested in whether or not Chastity Bono is having a sex reassignment surgery. I mean, great for her, and yay, and the like...but hell. It's not something that needs to be covered every day on the "news". (...news. Bwah haw hah.)
b) Nor do I care to hear about Jada Pinkett-Smith's sex "secrets".
c) Or about David Caradine strangling himself to death during mastrubation.
Really, I just don't have any interest in celebrity "news". Even the ones that I enjoy--I just don't care. I don't care that Robert Pattinson went to dinner with so-and-so or that Lindsay Lohan is an on-again-off-again lesbian/blonde. (That's not to say that I enjoy Lindsay Lohan. Ew.)
Well, I do find it absolutely adorable that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer are a couple. That's about the extent of it.
Also, "America's Got Talent"? Also, "I'm a 'Celebrity', Get Me Out of Here"?
...Someone ought to sink NBC in the toilet.
So my sick ass got off of work early today. Due to the sickness as well as to the fact that I'll be working approximately 48 hours straight through this weekend. XP
As soon as I got home my mother called to have me pick her and Kevin up from what he refered to as "hillbilly hell". They had car trouble while they were out working in their garden at my mother's coworker's farm. Apparently the aforementioned coworker has a mechanic neighbor who my parents took the van to and after I picked them up my mother announced that she had "found me a man". It went as such: "Angela, I have good news. I found you a man." I loled at this. Rochelle was along for the ride and she had a good chuckle at this statement as well. If only she knew. ;) Aside from that 'if only she knew' bit, I'm pretty sure that I would not be compatible with a mechanic. In any way. Ever.
After picking Machine Gun Kelly up and depositing her at home, Rochelle and I went back to her place to watch the season two premire of True Blood. She had fucking delicious hummus and pretzel chips and vegetarian pinwheels as well as my addictive substance of choice: flavoured carbonated water. I love Rochelle's delicious vegetarian antics. True Blood started off a little slow, but what can you expect of the first episode of the second season?
I am so sleepy and have nothing more of note to mention. Not that any of that was of note. Oh well.
Well, there *is* something of great note...but I don't think I need to mention that. You all know already. :D