So, I just got off a 10-hour shift at work a few hours ago, and I got home, and I said to myself, "Self, you could go to bed, OR you could make QB stay up late with you and watch the goddamn VMAs." Obviously, masochism trumps a good night's sleep, so QB and I sat our asses down and watched the whole enchilada. On top of everything else? We were ( Read more... )

I have noticed that the more boring an awards show is, the more I drink. Thus, I am typing this on the way to the hospital, where I will be receiving treatment for acute alcohol poisoning. Because DAMN, that shit was boring. So, please blame any typos or incoherency on the ambulance drivers. That, and the SEVERE DRUNKENNESS THAT IS GOING ON IN MY ( Read more... )

So, I've got QB on the couch with me. We've got Oscar snacks - chicken fingers, yum! - and Oscar drinks (Pravda and pink lemonade). We watched the pre-show, and we want to have snarky pretty gay babies with Seacrest, who has exposed the rest of the E! crew for the rank amateurs they are. We are fabulously attired - QB in burgundy silk pajama pants ( Read more... )