Spent a good 60 bucks on crap on Amazon last night (at 1 am while watching Craig Ferguson. I think I have a problem?) and didn't end up falling asleep until pretty much 4 am. This is what happens when you bank your paycheck and have the self-control of a three year old on cotton candy at a Chuck E. Cheese. Having a kindle bankrupts your life in ways you never even thought possible. At least I got some sweet music to fall asleep to.
Looked through the new (?) issue of Life & Style Magazine at work last night while NOBODY came in for 2 hours (big surprise), and came across a picture of Lady Gaga's boyfriend. Can I just state for the jury that he is absolutely PERFECT for her? He looked like a greasy roadie for Molly Hatchet that fell in a vat of skeeze and shook himself off in Hipsterville. Totally the best match ever. Too bad he's taken, 'cause just looking at that smelly picture made me swoon.
Why is it that I only crave ice cream when it's chilly-willy-ping-pong outside? I would kill leprechauns for some plain old chocolate right now, even though I know it would do very bad things to my digestive tract.
These Real Housewives bitches need to get a life and get off my TV. Let me have what you have for just one day. I'll make it worth
And while we're on the subject of television, I totally forgot that Tosh.0 is on tonight. He's such a jackass, but he's funny as hell. I could only be so lucky.
I really don't know why I'm forcing myself to type away randomly right now. I meant to start this earlier in the day when I had actual ideas, but I got caught up in Being Human US and couldn't bring myself to reach the two feet over to the table to grab my laptop. The snow has zapped all my energy. Could be worse, though. I could have spent the day playing Snood.
You know what sounds really good right now? Spaghetti and meatballs. Yum. Maybe I'll have a plan for tomorrow's post. Who knows. TTYL, kiddies.
