| Jul. 20th, 2006 @ 10:24 pm You're Not Conceited, You're Just Honest. |
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Mood:  relaxed
Music Quote: I love chewing gum.
My life is a combination of being mind-numbingly boring and jet-setting exciting. Sort of a hurry up and stop kind of situation. Went to Williamsburg for the 4th of July, Mississippi the next weekend, and Washington D.C. the weekend after that. This weekend, I'm going to Cincinnati.
Problem is that from Monday to Friday, I am either working a filing-phones type job for a temp agency or sitting at home working on personal development. By watching Family Guy, the Simpsons, and Southpark. And painting boxes. And reorganizing my apartment. And yesterday, I made a turkey all by myself. It didn't make us throw up or anything. Tomorrow, mom and I are going antiquing. That'll be...
SUMMER VACATION SUCKS.

So let's talk about what's on TV.
Don't you just love the snide mud-slinging commercials for the Republican primary in Tennessee? "If we can't trust Bob Corker on abortion, how can we trust him on anything?"
Jesus. If I were a candidate I would just straight up come out: "Joe Blow is a crack-addicted puppy-murdering slut, in my opinion. I mean, there is no evidence for this, but I mean, can you trust the word of a child- molester?"

So, I'm watching ABC Primetime "Love and Revenge." This one's about a husband who cheated on his wife and then tried to kill her. "Harold even put poison on the condom before sex." Harold: "I know it was terrible, honey. I'm really really sorry about it." ...Aww...he sounds really sincere. I mean, if everyone divorced their husband when he slipped rat poison in her food once a month or so, no one would be married.
Ian just promised me he wouldn't poison me if he fell in love with another woman. How sweet. He'd just divorce me, I guess. Still, one less thing to worry about, right?

HA HA... here's a guy who has stayed for jail in for eleven years when he didn't have to because he refuses to tell his ex-wife where he stashed the money she has a theoretical claim to.
Snaps to you. That'll show her.
Of course, Ian wants to hide money from me, too. But it's not because he wants to divorce me. It's because he doesn't trust me. Hmm...is that a good sign or a bad sign?

Okay, if you still need something to entertain you, CLICK HERE and read my summer columns. They are actually much more like my livejournal than political stuff. HOWEVER, don't tell my parents I'm writing this summer. Why, you might ask?
Because I am tangled up in the extremely pointless lie that I am not writing this summer. See, at first, I didn't want to tell my parents that I was still writing because these columns are much more risque and I didn't want them forwarded to everyone mom knows. But it is an extremely stupid thing to lie about because any day now, some one is going to mention reading my column to them. Then, my parents will get understandably pissed off at me for no damned good reason at all. I mean, I do talk about sex and say things like 'boob' and 'shacking up,' but it wouldn't make them cry or anything. And it is being freaking published, so it's kind of hard to lie about. I'm so dumb, but now I'm stuck.
Which only reinforces my theory that I am not smart enough to lie.

I LOVE THE COMMERICAL FOR T-MOBILE WITH THE CHEERLEADER TALKING ON HER CELL PHONE. Ian and I are watching it on repeat. CLICK HERE TO WATCH IT!!
"What? You got your head stuck in a sunroof? That's so not good."
If I have a daughter like that and I post her conversations online to mock her, would that hurt her self-esteem? Like, in a serious way?
Okay, I guess that's enough for now. I'm going to go to bed. Or watch Family Guy. Whichever happens first.
Here's a closing thought: "I'm going to take out the trash. I guess I should put on pants." --Ian |