Literally, friends. Sewage flooding. No toilets. Yay. Good times.
But now, c'est le weekend! Not only is it hair appointment weekend so I can de-gray myself, but it's family birthday party Saturday.
Oh yeah, and I'LL BE IN SIN CITY IN A WEEK!
*shakes a groove thang*
I think we timed this perfectly. The weather is turning here, the heat is kicking on at night, and there's no more sun. But it will be 90 degrees poolside at Bellagio. Sweeeet.
I have nothing more to say. Me have dead brain. Me go watch Daily Show and eat M & M's. Me big fat ass. Me no care.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
just one question
America, you do realize that it's John McCain who's actually running for president and not Sarah Palin, right? It's super neat that she's "energized the base" and all (insert gagging noises), but since Vice Presidents have diddly-poo impact when it comes to policy (aside from crazypants Cheney, of course), it doesn't matter how way cool and pretty you think she is. This aint the homecoming dance.
(Although I haven't the foggiest idea why you do like her since you probably wouldn't like someone like her in your everyday life, but that's a discussion for another day. Really, that hair poof speaking volumes.)
In other news, I must express my contempt for the return of the neon pink/orange/green/blue Reebok. This travesty caught my eye in the window of Journeys yesterday. It looked bad in the 80's (trust me, I was there). It looks even worse now since everyone should know better.
Random Starbucks Scene:
Yesterday afternoon was nice and warm, so I stopped in for a frappuccino since it could possibly be my last of the season (although there still is Vegas). Ahead of me in line was this semi-buff dude with long hair in a ponytail. He could have been a yoga instructor or a male stripper. With him was the overly made up wife with gigantor Palin-esque hair poof who never removed her sunglasses. When the barista handed them their extra-hot lattes, he said, "Are you sure these are exactly 190 degrees?" She said that the temperature was indeed 190 degrees. Male stripper/yoga instructor said, "So you're certain they're 190 degrees."
Dude, it's 80 degrees outside!
Maybe he had some chi issues with requiring all beverages to be 190 degrees, who knows.
(Although I haven't the foggiest idea why you do like her since you probably wouldn't like someone like her in your everyday life, but that's a discussion for another day. Really, that hair poof speaking volumes.)
In other news, I must express my contempt for the return of the neon pink/orange/green/blue Reebok. This travesty caught my eye in the window of Journeys yesterday. It looked bad in the 80's (trust me, I was there). It looks even worse now since everyone should know better.
Random Starbucks Scene:
Yesterday afternoon was nice and warm, so I stopped in for a frappuccino since it could possibly be my last of the season (although there still is Vegas). Ahead of me in line was this semi-buff dude with long hair in a ponytail. He could have been a yoga instructor or a male stripper. With him was the overly made up wife with gigantor Palin-esque hair poof who never removed her sunglasses. When the barista handed them their extra-hot lattes, he said, "Are you sure these are exactly 190 degrees?" She said that the temperature was indeed 190 degrees. Male stripper/yoga instructor said, "So you're certain they're 190 degrees."
Dude, it's 80 degrees outside!
Maybe he had some chi issues with requiring all beverages to be 190 degrees, who knows.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
my fave quote of the day
Courtesy of Rebecca Schoenkopf, columnist for LA City Beat (aka Commie Girl).
As an actual feminist, I have the great good joy of getting to determine what is and isn’t sexist. Sexist: Asking whether Sarah Palin shouldn’t be staying home with her baby and her other children. (And yes, I’ve heard you asking just that.) Not sexist: Pointing out that Sarah Palin is an utter twit.
As an actual feminist, I have the great good joy of getting to determine what is and isn’t sexist. Sexist: Asking whether Sarah Palin shouldn’t be staying home with her baby and her other children. (And yes, I’ve heard you asking just that.) Not sexist: Pointing out that Sarah Palin is an utter twit.
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