Y'all know I'm special, lol.
La Traicion? Taken over my life, it has. I'm not ashamed! It's been over a decade without a good novela addiction and what was I supposed to do during the writer's strike? Granted, it's (the strike) thankfully over now but it's officially too late. Moohaha! :D Lusting after Mario both soothes the sting of loneliness while making it stronger at that same time. Sometimes, you just can't win. *shrug* And I love how it's just sucking in nearly all the folks I tell about it! *evil grin* Last night's ep just about killed me when Alcides started bitch!slapping people left and right. I know I'm special enough to truly appreciate when a hot man gets in touch with his inner savage...*shudder* Which brings me to needing a serious update on my list in which many a rule will be tossed to the winds. C'est la vie, bitches.
Speaking of addictions, Anthony Bourdain. Does anything else need to be said other than his name?! The man reduces me, like so much sauce in a pan, to an utter pile of girly goo. Can I help that he's both poetic and vulgar at the same time? That he adores pork as much as I do and makes the most off-color jokes ever? That he's a hot piece of vintage meat, IMO, and doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think as befitting a proper Cancer? I could go on! But I settle for watching No Reservations, reading his blog and now his book...as well as eating at Les Halles. *facepalm* What?! Hello! Did you miss the part where I'm an obsessive water sign...who's currently high on carbs? :D HmmmMmmmm, yah.
But I'm going to let myself enjoy this high as I'll soon need to start packing; our office is moving along with the MR girls to some building on Audobon Ave. *barf* So tomorrow, being our last day, will be filled with Chipotle and booze! We need to give ye olde office a fine send off...
The union peeps are still dicking us around with that upgrade/raise and, at this rate, it's just never going to happen. If it does, it'll probably be after I'm long gone so...*shrug*
My history professor is the bomb. No contest. But some people in my class make me wonder how the hell they got into college...still! First, this chick needed him to define "liberty" to her. Then she needed "exploitation" defined for her too! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! I mean, no one's asking her to be a genius but damn, that leaves the rest of us cranky as hell with Prof has to go over elementary shit for her benefit. :( Speaking of which, I seriously need to take care of some studying tomorrow night. Meh.
I'll leave you guys with this aka Alcides getting his PIMP on (skip to minute 3):
It's a very La Femme Nikita moment; you know, "who do you work for?!" I won't even get into the hotness of when he last slapped Soledad (the slap heard 'round the world) or when he went after Marina (the maid) with a cane because, damn it, I'm fragile.
Speaking of addictions, Anthony Bourdain. Does anything else need to be said other than his name?! The man reduces me, like so much sauce in a pan, to an utter pile of girly goo. Can I help that he's both poetic and vulgar at the same time? That he adores pork as much as I do and makes the most off-color jokes ever? That he's a hot piece of vintage meat, IMO, and doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think as befitting a proper Cancer? I could go on! But I settle for watching No Reservations, reading his blog and now his book...as well as eating at Les Halles. *facepalm* What?! Hello! Did you miss the part where I'm an obsessive water sign...who's currently high on carbs? :D HmmmMmmmm, yah.
But I'm going to let myself enjoy this high as I'll soon need to start packing; our office is moving along with the MR girls to some building on Audobon Ave. *barf* So tomorrow, being our last day, will be filled with Chipotle and booze! We need to give ye olde office a fine send off...
The union peeps are still dicking us around with that upgrade/raise and, at this rate, it's just never going to happen. If it does, it'll probably be after I'm long gone so...*shrug*
My history professor is the bomb. No contest. But some people in my class make me wonder how the hell they got into college...still! First, this chick needed him to define "liberty" to her. Then she needed "exploitation" defined for her too! And that's just the tip of the iceberg! I mean, no one's asking her to be a genius but damn, that leaves the rest of us cranky as hell with Prof has to go over elementary shit for her benefit. :( Speaking of which, I seriously need to take care of some studying tomorrow night. Meh.
I'll leave you guys with this aka Alcides getting his PIMP on (skip to minute 3):
Click to viewIt's a very La Femme Nikita moment; you know, "who do you work for?!" I won't even get into the hotness of when he last slapped Soledad (the slap heard 'round the world) or when he went after Marina (the maid) with a cane because, damn it, I'm fragile.