Empat.
So, first thing I do when I wake up this December 2nd is turn on the TV. After flipping through the channels (MP3 player on the home shopping network, some sweet-ass george foreman knock-off thingo infomercial, various cartoons, etc.) I came across the Leanne Rhymes movie. Damn that girl can sing. Well first of all, it's hilariously ridiculous because the entire movie she is seeing/talking to an old famous country singer that she doesn't know is dead... and that is just supposed to be normal, even after she finds out she is dead, she looks out into the crowd at the grand ol' opery and sees her waving, and she just smiles like "Oh, you dead lady!" Yeah. So I cried-ish.
I am seriously the most empathetic person I know... Like, OK, maybe Oprah would win in an empathon... but I would totally put up a fight. The only difference between Oprah and me is that she can afford to do something about shit. Yes. I am calling myself Oprah... er something.
I need to make more coffee, lately the only way I can get myself to get anything done is to load myself up with obscene amounts of caffeine. I have a lot of cleaning and other stuff to do today before Christmas tree time and Christmas cocktails, so better get crackin'!
I remember when I wanted to be a country singer. Heh. heh heh.
I am seriously the most empathetic person I know... Like, OK, maybe Oprah would win in an empathon... but I would totally put up a fight. The only difference between Oprah and me is that she can afford to do something about shit. Yes. I am calling myself Oprah... er something.
I need to make more coffee, lately the only way I can get myself to get anything done is to load myself up with obscene amounts of caffeine. I have a lot of cleaning and other stuff to do today before Christmas tree time and Christmas cocktails, so better get crackin'!
I remember when I wanted to be a country singer. Heh. heh heh.