Lateshoes

I’m too tired to get into it, but Battlestar’s season finale just blew my mind. Like totally.

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O’Reilly is such a poogina.

I have to agree with Melissa here… she looks like she’s got a lolipop peg-leg and her waist is the width of my upper arm. Gross.

Also…am I alone in thinking Jaslene needs a “junk check?”

Aside from Scar-Jo being annoying as shit in everything she’s been in since Ghost World – and this video generally being silly as hell… the song is kind of “the shit.” I’m not embarrassed to say that I’ve listened to it about 50 times today. Damn that little J.T. can sing like a motherfucker.

P.S. Tawnya loooooves Shawn Hatosy.
P.S.S. Skits in songs and videos that are not performed by Snoop Dog or Viktor Vaughn are no longer allowed in my universe. Seriously…skits are so lame.

I had the busiest weekend ever…but, in the best possible way. Friday night -Kelly came over for dinner. Saturday we saw 300 with Tawnya, Ned and Agnes – then went to a game party at my friend Krissy’s house. My other friend, Carolyn brought her Nintendo Wii and I can safely say that I both want a Wii and have developed the infamous Wii-arm next-day soreness.
After the party we went to the store to get a few extra “fixins” for the frittata I wanted to make for a brunch this morning at my “bosom friend,” Melissa’s house. Melissa is wonderful – that’s really the only way I know how to put it. I’ll get all sappy if I go on too long here, but I will say that after a fair many years actively making sure I never tried to or accidentally made any new, close, female friends – she is 100% worth it. I am friend-smitten.
Her house is inspiring (despite the things that she hates and would kill me for mentioning here) and her family is just beautiful. I am 100% in love with getting to know them. Yay! New friends.

I honestly thought I would never feel that way again. Let’s face it – I been burned, baby…I been burned. This isn’t to say of course the the friends I’ve had over the years aren’t amazing. I have just been in space for the past few years where I’ve felt like I had enough…like- oh, I’m so completely taken care of by my small circle of homies, I couldn’t possibly need anyone else and in turn don’t have anymore to give away. But, I was wrong, I do need more and I can give more as well. It’s so sadly rare to find other women you can trust… other women who will lift you up and inspire you to be more, do more, feel better about yourself. I’m so grateful to the universe to have found another sister….or sista.

Anyhoo – after our fantastic brunch (Melissa’s husband, Brett made the yummiest french toast I’ve ever eaten…I seriously almost died in attempting not to embarrass myself by eating ten more peices) we had dinner with Angie and Greg, watched Battlestar Galactica and now I’m trying to make myself go to sleep. Daylight Saving Time…I’m looking at you.

Tomorrow – I give my review of the 300 (A.K.A. Carnival of Metal Face and Man-cans) …sweet, sweet man-cans.

The awesomeness of this note can hardly be expressed. Is he saying he loves Prince there at the end? I’m still not sure and for the record I have no memory of what “K. K-ing” is supposed to mean.
My mom found this note in my backpack, photocopied it, called his parents and our Bishop to come over so they could all read it allowed. She should have called his English teacher while she was at it.

Of course I spelled his name wrong – which is either cute or further evidence that children should never learn to spell phonetically. (click image to enlarge)

Oh! Merry Christmas…and I’d like to ask God to help me with my Math again. (Click the image to enlarge)

So, now we know that in spite of being a self-righteous, little homophobe – I totally knew the true meaning of friendship. What a tight-ass. (click image to enlarge).