what stock market richies are wishing they were like me now with no assets or value or investments? huh?
HUH???
that’s what I thought.
score one for the poor people.
Ha! screw you [large corporation I work for]!
It’s fun when I have 13,000 pounds of work to do and I come online and check my email and do loafe things. I don’t care! I’m an apathetic disgruntled underappreciated American worker. I do what I want when I want. It’s my duty.
the whole point of today’s post is tell you how much I love Craig Ferguson. He’s such a complete and total goofball. He makes me laugh and he’s cute and sexy and totally unthreatening, and even if everything that happens is strictly scripted, he makes it SEEM improvised and spontaneous. the quality of his guests is sometimes a bit wanting, but he makes the most of it. his whole show feels very on the fly loosy goosy let’s all have fun and laugh a bit, which is refreshing fun. I love when his guests are also foreigners, because things get a bit chaotic. see if you can find the episode where russell brand came on after hosting the mtv awards thingie–sublime. and one of my favorite shows is the most recent hugh laurie appearance. find that one too.
craig makes me laugh the way conan used to make me laugh. conan can still make me laugh, but it’s not the same. it’s just not the same.
FYI: craig ferguson used to play mr wick on the drew carey show. I couldn’t stand him on that show. now I love him forever and want to eat his babies.
Cold sore or pimple?
you be the judge!
well, shoot.
Sadly, I think my brain cancer was a combination of PMS, fatigue, and my cold. I was wanting some kind of tragic illness. I need the attention. Now I’m back to being just like everyone else.
Although I do have a bone spur. What kind of sympathy/attention does that warrant?
In an effort to be less ugly, I have been upgrading my ratty t-shirts for new shirts that are a) not t-shirts and b) a little girlier. This means shorter sleeves, lower necklines, more feminine cuts. the result? meh. I’m still a tree trunk with breasts. you just see more of the tree trunk and/or breasts. I do like trees though.
I applied for a job that pays $40/hr. Of course I didn’t get it. I didn’t even get an interview. LAME. I would like to make $40/hr though. That would be nice.
the first time I did ecstasy with Gordon, I thought he looked like jesus christ. At least, I thought he looked like how jesus might have looked. especially body-wise. I don’t know why I think that. the other day I was looking at some work papers of his and it listed his occupation as “carpenter”. It made me feel warm and nice inside, seeing that word next to his name.
you know what I like most about the new yorker? how the articles continue one page after another, you don’t have to flip around to a thousand places to finish the story. I love that.
also, facebook is dumb and TV is dumb and boys are, too. all dumb. dumbest thing of all? Nights in Rodanthe. Can someone take nicholas sparks’ writing implements away until he learns to play nice with them?