I used to have a little Flash Twitter box on here, a while back. I got rid of it because it was lame. Plus I haven’t been “tweeting” regularly for a while anyway. (If you don’t know what Twitter is, feel free to go to Twitter.com and find out.)
Well, since I’ve been having random thoughts, lately, that I feel the need to inflict on others, I’ve reinstated the Twitter thing. However, instead of the stupid little Flash box, it’s now just text under the heading “My Random Thoughts”, in my sidebar. This way I can still inflict my randomness on you without having to either save it all up for a blog post, or write a million little ones.
In the interest of not having too much crap in my sidebar, I have decided that for every one thing I add, I must delete one thing that’s already there. And the widget least used is my Top Spots one. Therefore, it is getting retired today. Thank you Fashion Paramedic and Natural Woman for liking me enough to buy my love. I [heart] you both. *sniff*
Peace and tidy blogs.
What the hell is going on with the lips of celebrities? More importantly- where the hell are the FRIENDS of these women, to tell them how fucking ridiculous they look?
This started getting on my nerves with Lara Flynn Boyle. I’ve gotten used to the fact that someone needs to tie her down and shove carbs up her ass, but when I saw her on the show “Las Vegas” with those over-inflated lips, I couldn’t stand to watch anymore. I cannot stand to watch anything with her in it. She’s way too small to have lips that big stuck to her.
The next time I was offended by a pair of face eaters was when I tuned into Boston Legal and got a load of Delta Burke’s face. What the hell happened to it? It, literally, took me almost the entire episode to realize who she even was! Is there really
no one in her life who likes her enough to stage a plastic surgery intervention? Has no one taken a lesson from Joan Rivers? I can totally understand not wanting to be wrinkly and old, but come on. When you start looking like an alien version of yourself- it’s time to get some help.
I never thought I’d see this madness on Courney Cox. I guess no one is immune to the brain warping of Hollywood. She has not only done damage to her otherwise beautiful face by going overboard with the fat lip craze, she now sounds like she’s drunk when she speaks. Her lips just kind of sit there while her jaw moves around.
Last but not least… The woman who made this whole post possible… Last night, while watching Ghost Whisperer, I was visually assaulted by the “lips” of the once beautiful Nikki Cox. It was so distracting, not to mention repulsive, that I could not even tell you what the story was even about. I just kept wondering over and over again, how the hell Jay Moher LOOKS at her every day and doesn’t either laugh or cry?
The whole practice is just insane. Tweaking your face until you look like a cartoon character just doesn’t make sense to me. And how sad it must be to have no one in your life that will be honest with you. I can guarantee that if I showed up somewhere with lips twice the size of my head, my girlfriends would not hesitate to tell me to knock that shit off, AFTER they picked themselves up off the floor from laughing.
Peace and the lips God gave you.
I totally caved into “blog pressure” and signed up with EntreCard. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it even is, or how exactly it works. However, until I know what I’m doing, I’m just whoring myself out on every blog with an EC widget. I’m a blog slut… but it’s ok because I’m letting other people be sluts on my blog too. Drop your card and, if you want to advertise on my blog, I’ll absolutely approve that shit.
I smoke too much. I have this love/hate relationship with smoking and I am seriously considering undergoing hypnosis to quit. I’m still in the “considering” stage, however, because what if he makes me bark like a dog every time the phone rings?
I am so excited about getting my new phone on Monday that I get little butterflies every time I think about it. This tells me that I need to find someone cute, STAT, and make out with him. Cell phones should never be the source of butterflies. Cute men, on the other hand, should.
I am curious about the other blogs that people who read MY blog read. If you’re reading this, won’t you be a peach and leave me a comment telling me what blogs you love to read? I’m feeling adventurous. If you leave a link, be prepared to be caught in my spam filter. But no worries… I’ll fish you out asap.
This chick cracks me up.
Peace and random thoughts.
I just saw Bear Grylls pick up a handful of elephant crap, squeeze, and drink the water that came from it. How can someone so delicious looking do such nasty, nasty things? I understand the premise of Man vs. Wild… But really? What are the odds that I am going to find myself stranded, alone, in Africa? Um, yeah… Never. Wtf would I go to Africa for anyway? Dirt? Flies? The chance to have wildlife injure me? No thanks.
American’s will watch anything that’s gross. To prove this theory, I give you: I Love New York and Flavor of Love. I rest my case.
Peace and I’d rather watch Bear eat shit than anything on VH-1.
I don’t know how I missed this, but I finally saw the remake of The Amityville Horror last night. I wasn’t expecting it to be as good as the original, mostly because I’ve seen some of Ryan Reynolds’ other movies and he didn’t seem the “leading man in a horror movie” type. Anyway, I really liked it and wasn’t at all disappointed (like I am with 90% of remakes). But that is not what I liked best…
How have I not managed to see Ryan Reynolds without his shirt on?? First, I’m watching the movie with interest, then comes Mr. Sexy Pants without his shirt and I’m suddenly watching with a whole different interest. I couldn’t even focus on the matter at hand, after that. I just kept hoping he’d chop more wood and sweat (which, gratefully, he did).
Mr. Reynolds, you will never read this- or know who the hell I am- but I want to touch your abs. Please and thank you.
Peace and unexpected hotness.
It’s official: Three strikes and I’m out.
My third crush has already dissolved. *sigh* Isn’t that just my luck?
Turns out The Latest used to date (and screwed over) a friend of mine. I didn’t know about them until the day before yesterday, when her and I had a lengthy conversation. Immediately afterwards, I let him know that it wasn’t gonna happen. He understood. Most likely because he knows what an asshole he was to her, and that I now know it too. There are just too many guys in the world for me to need to recycle. Fortunately, I don’t mind… There are lots of other crushes to be had… And I intend to have them. Although my list of criteria is getting more and more interesting.
Today is my Friday and I plan to do what I usually do with my “Fridays”: Hang out with the people that make my world a better place, have a few beers, and laugh my ass off. I am very much looking forward to a night of mindless fun with the girls.
If your weekend has come to an end, I hope it was a good one.
Peace and guys who don’t suck.
Again. Today is the longest work day (night, actually) of my week and I am looking forward to it with all the excitement I usually reserve for a Brazilian wax.
Lucky for me- tomorrow is my Friday (as I am off Monday), so I will be having a lot of fun with my friends. That knowledge will be getting me through tonight without injuring anyone around me. Yipee!
I hope that those of you with “normal” jobs are enjoying your weekend. I’ll be back to blogging madness on Monday. 
Peace and fun.
