Blow beautiful with Thermasilk
I think I'm getting the cold my brother and sister have. It sucks to be me. And I was considering leaving the house today... no, really... shut up.
So now my pretty bloggie is on my pretty website... yay. I feel semi-smart for having figured out how it works.
I have nothing to say, really. This morning I woke up at 4 and didn't fall back asleep for at least an hour. When I did get back to sleep, I had this weird dream where I went to this public place (a bank maybe? I was only in the lobby) with the sole purpose of using a pay phone to call a phone sex line. It wasn't a real one, though, it was a free 800 number, and when I talked to the woman who answered, I was only telling her how I couldn't really talk because I was in a public place. There is probably some deep Freudian interpretation of this but my head feels too stupid to attempt it.
I've been amusing myself with "I Love the 90's" part 2. It's mostly okay, but there was a hilarious part where they were talking about The Cranberries and the song "Zombie." The Modern Humorist guys almost made me wet my pants, imitating Dolores O'Riordan's little Irish voice. "And their bombs." "And their guns." "And their bombs." "And I believe they had bombs also." Word.
I watched too much TV this week, actually. My mom and I watched the first two "American Idols"... so bad. I like to watch early on, to see the bad singers, which isn't nice but it is pretty funny. They seem to come in two groups. The first are the ones who you can kinda tell know they're bad, but give it a shot anyway, and usually walk out crying. The other group is made of seemingly nice, normal people with terrible voices who are convinced they're really great... and when they don't make it, they flip out and start having tantrums and cussing like sailors. I actually prefer the psychos to the nice ones, who get all sappy and trite and say things like "Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be, but God still wants me to be a famous singer" or whatever. I kind of doubt it, dude.
I actually made breakfast this morning. Ham and eggs, hash browns and biscuits. It all sounds really impressive (at least to me), but the hash browns and the biscuits were both frozen so all I had to do was heat them up. It was yum, but I wish we had scones. I heard "they" are changing the food pyramid. They should add a category especially for scones... mmm.
Now I must either go to write, or sleep.
So now my pretty bloggie is on my pretty website... yay. I feel semi-smart for having figured out how it works.
I have nothing to say, really. This morning I woke up at 4 and didn't fall back asleep for at least an hour. When I did get back to sleep, I had this weird dream where I went to this public place (a bank maybe? I was only in the lobby) with the sole purpose of using a pay phone to call a phone sex line. It wasn't a real one, though, it was a free 800 number, and when I talked to the woman who answered, I was only telling her how I couldn't really talk because I was in a public place. There is probably some deep Freudian interpretation of this but my head feels too stupid to attempt it.
I've been amusing myself with "I Love the 90's" part 2. It's mostly okay, but there was a hilarious part where they were talking about The Cranberries and the song "Zombie." The Modern Humorist guys almost made me wet my pants, imitating Dolores O'Riordan's little Irish voice. "And their bombs." "And their guns." "And their bombs." "And I believe they had bombs also." Word.
I watched too much TV this week, actually. My mom and I watched the first two "American Idols"... so bad. I like to watch early on, to see the bad singers, which isn't nice but it is pretty funny. They seem to come in two groups. The first are the ones who you can kinda tell know they're bad, but give it a shot anyway, and usually walk out crying. The other group is made of seemingly nice, normal people with terrible voices who are convinced they're really great... and when they don't make it, they flip out and start having tantrums and cussing like sailors. I actually prefer the psychos to the nice ones, who get all sappy and trite and say things like "Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be, but God still wants me to be a famous singer" or whatever. I kind of doubt it, dude.
I actually made breakfast this morning. Ham and eggs, hash browns and biscuits. It all sounds really impressive (at least to me), but the hash browns and the biscuits were both frozen so all I had to do was heat them up. It was yum, but I wish we had scones. I heard "they" are changing the food pyramid. They should add a category especially for scones... mmm.
Now I must either go to write, or sleep.
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