I have a girl crush on a few people. Okay, the list is a little longer than I care to admit, but whatever. It's 2011, I'm allowed to platonically fall in love with a few celebrities. I have lots of middle-aged-man crushes too. I'll blog about those sometime. I have so much love, I can't only... Continue Reading →
Tool - A complete idiot/jerk. Usually male. Usually works out way too much and thinks he's the hottest thing since sliced bread. Remember when we used to say stuff like that? "Hottest thing since sliced bread." What was hot before sliced bread? And when did sliced bread become hot? I guess if it's oven-fresh it can... Continue Reading →
Let's talk about trashy TV and possible theories of why we like it: 1. We secretly want to be trashy and need an outlet to appreciate trashy people. 2. We (not so secretly) hate trashy people and therefore watch shows about them in order to feel better about ourselves. 3. In some sick way they... Continue Reading →
In order to keep myself from shrieking loudly and then collapsing and writhing on the floor in agony (this agony is derived from being totally insane and/or hormonal/tired/bored/alive), I have to do totally awesome things. So. Totally. Awesome. Okay, so I don't actually DO these awesome things. "Doing these awesome things" usually involves remaining motionless... Continue Reading →
There is only one rule that one must abide by in order to stay classy. That rule is this: Don't be a twit. Twit: (n.) 1. A moron with absolutely no sense. 2. One who uses Twitter. Okay, that second one was just for funsies. But really...I was looking something up on Google Images the other... Continue Reading →
Jersey, baby, I've tried to stay away. I know you're no good for me. But just when I think I'm over you, I see you at a party and I'm mesmerized. So I sit down and watch you from afar. I think I'm addicted. I am way too good for you. I'm classy and you're... Continue Reading →
