Ooooo man, have I let these holidays do some wacky things to me! I haven't had a sleeping schedule like this since night-shooting in '04. Wait . . . no, this is worse. And later.
So the days have more or less been the same. I had 4 presents from the folks go into the mail system and 1 has arrived (tidbit: the Spanish don't do mailboxes. Seriously), which is a book on why good people go evil (I'll try not to assume there is any particular why my parents thought that it was appropriate) and some furry koalas, which all the girls loved.
I've been youtubing and downloading and movie watching and movie writing. I saw some great clips, and because I'm bereft of things to talk about right now, here they are: There’s one dude who carries 22 bricks on his head, and you just have to say: “no . . . fucking . . . way!” It made me feel like I’ve been wasting my life compared to this guy! I also saw something tragic with American Idol. I don’t watch Idol, never have, never will, but for some reason I watched this guy sing badly, and the judges couldn’t stopped laughing. The problem is that this guy seems really sweet, and was in pain when they laughed, and just didn’t know that he wasn’t a good singer. I don’t like embarressing humour, and this one made me feel sad. So then I watched a cat attack a printer and cheered myself up. Cats doing wacky things is always funny. Cats in costumes are also funny, because they all have the expression: “she fucking dressed me up and thinks I look cute. Please, someone kill her.”
The shops open soon. I shall try out this new Italian recipe that I scored, and will pimp out my day with some white chocolate and cheap hos (being the plural of 'ho', but some how hos looks like I stopped typing midword, and since the explanation has thus far ruined any form of humour, I ought to stop. I can't even remember why I thought it'd be funny to mention a ho and her friends, but that's life. Hmmm, if this is my last blog of the year, it's going to end on a similar note as an Eddie Izzard show - full of padded bras (another word which doesn't look right) and high heels).
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They do that alot on American Idol. It really is sad. I only watch AI because it's good to exercise to, but Jason hates that it's ever on.
And obviously it's 'hoes', which is what woke me up this morning. ;)
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