Lateshoes

I am kinda thinking that Heroes sucks.

I miss Veronica Mars.

I think I kind of want to eat some ice cream, but it’s 1:30am and I’m in bed and Lars is asleep and so “I think” that may be kind of creepy.

I love curry chicken salad on a baguette, good lyrics, a kick ass bass line, the beach, family - 

I know I should go to bed, but it’s Friday. Fuck the man.

I want to have a million or so bucks. 

I have this reoccurring fantasy where someone pays off all of my debt.

I wish *for world peace, puppies, rainbows, and unicorns*… and for someone to pay off all of my debt.

I hate Republicans. Look, I’m sorry -I’ve tried to play the benevolent “lib nut,” but, I just can’t stand those people and they can’t stand me, let’s face it. They never pretend to be nice, so why should I? 

I am scared of Republicans. 

I feel a little bit tired. A little in denial about being tired.

I hear Radiohead in my headphones. (Yep, still sad-sacking it after that “sad songs” post)

I smell the chocolate ice cream calling to me all the way from the freezer in the kitchen.

I don’t think I will actually get up and eat ice cream, but there’s a pretty intense war about it, going on in my noggin.

I wonder how people can listen to Sarah Palin and not think she’s a moron. “When Putin rears his head….flies into our air space.. …it’s Alaska….Maverick…thanks, but no thanks.” 

I care about the well-being of others. 

I am not afraid of shooting my big, fat mouth off. 

I believe that the episode of Angel where he gets turned into a puppet, is just about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.

I dance in my underwear sometimes. Usually while cleaning the house.

I sing lots of Rhianna in the car. I’m going to karaoke the shit out of “Umbrella” some day.

I write lots of work emails. 

I win the lottery without even buying a ticket.

I lose when I snooze and don’t get out of bed to sneak some ice cream.

I never did trust that Beaver. 

I listen to people even when they don’t deserve it.

I can be found at the library.

I read all of the movie credits.

I am happy when the house is clean and smells nice, when my family and friends are happy, when people see through the bullcrap.

I tag anyone.