FB may require anti-depressants
yesterday was a delight.
i ate a "heart" shaped pizza1 and drank champagne with the hubs.
and he, being the gracious and doting husband that he is, watched breaking dawn with me. it was every bit as horrible as i knew it would be, but it was fun watching it and making fun of it. i am a whore for celebrity gossip enjoy reading hollywood blogs, so i had heard all about how k-stew was told multiple times to try to refrain from "thrusting too much" so that the movie could retain its PG-13 rating. why k-stew, i am blushing.
maybe it's just me, but i found it way more disturbing that her vampire hubs broke the bed with his bare hands (and took down a piece of a cement wall?) because he was "so into it" than k-stew's thrusting hips and feigned moans. but hey, maybe that's just me.
i did realize, however, that at 30 - the movie had a whole new layer of creep. it almost felt like i was watching kids doing the nasty. it seemed a little...wrong. and it also conjured up images of how i am sure my 18 year old cousin is behaving during his freshman year of college (though who am i to judge?), which was equally disturbing.
still, i recommend it. if only for its absurdity.
as for the title of this post...i have speculated for awhile that my happiness is somewhat related to my facebook activity. as any FB user knows, everyone on FB posts only about good things going on. well, at least for the most part. so you're comparing your day-to-day activities with how much fun everyone else seems to be having. not to mention how fun it is to roll into the office on a dreary monday morning just to see that a handful of your "friends" went to tahiti for the weekend. i'm just saying.
anyway, while reading MFF Seeks BFF, i learned something: stalking can be bad for your health. who knew? ok, so we all know. but seriously. turns out that the more time you spend on FB, the less happy you might be about your own life. and that maybe it's not totally natural (or necessary) to know what your elementary school clique is up to. seems pretty obvious. though i reserve the right to pretend not to know this next time i get caught up looking at a "friend" of a "friend's" of a "friend's" baby shower pictures.
never underestimate the power of procrastination.
1i would describe it more like effed up circle shaped (but nothing that my scissors didn't quickly fix) [↩]
i ate a "heart" shaped pizza1 and drank champagne with the hubs.
and he, being the gracious and doting husband that he is, watched breaking dawn with me. it was every bit as horrible as i knew it would be, but it was fun watching it and making fun of it. i am a whore for celebrity gossip enjoy reading hollywood blogs, so i had heard all about how k-stew was told multiple times to try to refrain from "thrusting too much" so that the movie could retain its PG-13 rating. why k-stew, i am blushing.
maybe it's just me, but i found it way more disturbing that her vampire hubs broke the bed with his bare hands (and took down a piece of a cement wall?) because he was "so into it" than k-stew's thrusting hips and feigned moans. but hey, maybe that's just me.
i did realize, however, that at 30 - the movie had a whole new layer of creep. it almost felt like i was watching kids doing the nasty. it seemed a little...wrong. and it also conjured up images of how i am sure my 18 year old cousin is behaving during his freshman year of college (though who am i to judge?), which was equally disturbing.
still, i recommend it. if only for its absurdity.
as for the title of this post...i have speculated for awhile that my happiness is somewhat related to my facebook activity. as any FB user knows, everyone on FB posts only about good things going on. well, at least for the most part. so you're comparing your day-to-day activities with how much fun everyone else seems to be having. not to mention how fun it is to roll into the office on a dreary monday morning just to see that a handful of your "friends" went to tahiti for the weekend. i'm just saying.
anyway, while reading MFF Seeks BFF, i learned something: stalking can be bad for your health. who knew? ok, so we all know. but seriously. turns out that the more time you spend on FB, the less happy you might be about your own life. and that maybe it's not totally natural (or necessary) to know what your elementary school clique is up to. seems pretty obvious. though i reserve the right to pretend not to know this next time i get caught up looking at a "friend" of a "friend's" of a "friend's" baby shower pictures.
never underestimate the power of procrastination.
1i would describe it more like effed up circle shaped (but nothing that my scissors didn't quickly fix) [↩]