Thursday, January 12, 2006
Yes, I Was Unnessecarily Excited To Find Out Angelina Jolie Is Pregnant
This winter has sucked ass so far. We got one big snow storm, in early December and that was it. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 52 degrees. 52 FUCKING DEGREES. Not that I want it to be 4 degrees again, like it was about a month ago, but give me some goddamn snow. I almost wore flip-flops out to coffee the other day. That thought never should have even entered my mind. Curse you Mother Nature, curse you. I'm obsessed with checking what people to search for to get this site, so bear with me for this batch: "Bitches fucking bulls", "They don't want to fuck me, they want to fuck my car" (anyone ever seen the 'Mistress Car' commerical on SNL? I remember seeing it for the first time. With my Dad. Awkward.), "mother fucking daughter" and "Switzerland pussies." Ms. Mac, I'm looking at you. My sister's been home since Saturday, and it's been glorious. It kinda sucks that I had to give up her room, but I got over it. Monday night me, her and my brother got drunk on some King Cobra 40's. Thanks to two digital cameras and two camera phones between us all of the magic was caught on camera. And yes, that was the most homosexual thing I've ever said. I can't wait to get back to school so I can totally overdo it and be annoying with the pictures. Back in October I saw this band here at home on the Southside and was obsessed with them, but didn't know their name. I saw them again on Friday night and my lord, I'm in love. With all of them. Last night I was at the regular Tuesday bar AND I MET THE KEYBOARDIST. Do I know his name? No. Did I probably make an ass out of myself? Yes. Did I start humping his leg? I can't remember. But I do feel like I met a celebrity. I wish I had asked him to sign my bra. Then maybe I'd know his name. I went for my yearly eye exam the other day and instead of going down the usual .25, I managed to get a whooping .75 worse. Now I'm a -6.75. Yes, fascinating, I KNOW. If this blog is good for nothing else, it's to keep track of my future-blindness. I thought I'd be blind by the time I was 40, now I'm knocking that down to 34. I should probably start training a dog now. So how bout dos Bears? Rex Grossman, I swear to god if you don't make me happy on Sunday I'll say "Kyle Orton's beard is sexy." Don't make me make myself wash my mouth out with soap ("make me make myself"? Too many M's in that phrase? I can't decide). You too Mushin Muhammed. Prove the Panthers you moved on to the better team. Carolina is going down at 3:30 pm, Central Standard Time, bitches. Tickets were sold out in 2 minutes. Maybe because there were only a FEW THOUSANDS AVAILABLE. Goddamnit. I hate season ticket holders. Like I would have gotten one anyways, but jesus christ, let me at least pretend I would have had a chance. Jenn, I hate you for being asleep right now. You too Keri. Assrammers.