I was all set to liveblog America's Next Top Model, the very best reality show ever televised. I was so disappointed to see that it was a recap show. In fact, I was pouting a little. On the inside. Then I discovered that they were including never-before-seen footage. Oh Tyra, I could never be mad at you for long. Tonight's recap+ episode included all this awesome:
Cassandra got frostbite from holding ice cream during a photoshoot, holy crap. She said she didn't speak up about the pain because she didn't want to be a punk. And Natasha had a whole damn tooth extracted with the slightest of pain medication because it makes her "sleepy." These bitches are hardcore.
"YOU ARE FAKE. YOU ARE FAKE. YOU ALWAYS UP IN SOMEBODY FACE!" "YOU WANT TO GET UP IN MY FACE?" "I'LL PUNCH YOU IN YOUR FUCKING FACE."
"I looked like a rich-ass dead woman, for real."
Renee's cutie pie baby boy Troy. Ah, I want eat his eyeballs.
(Natasha interviewing Austrailians) "Favorite American color?"
(Australian dudes playing along because she's cute) "Red and blue. Yeah, red and blue."
(Natasha, sure as shit.) "No, it's actually pink."
Haha, what the hell? If you aren't watching this show you're really missing out.
Jim Halpert is staring down at me from the wall. He's Mr. April in "The Office" calendar my sister bought me for Christmas. He looks a little pissed in the photo. Or lustful, I can't tell. Either way, it's making me uncomfortable.
I need to work on some projects with deadlines. Blogging at NiT often feels like a race I never finish.
Don't ask me why, but I'm seriously considering taking up videoblogging. I have all this equipment at my disposal at work. It could possibly be a traffic generator for the work blog. But man, I think most videoblogs suck the big one. Anyway, blah, I don't know.
The Boyfriend bought a badass new bike. It is the best bike he's ever had. He's so excited. But it sits here, taunting him, because it's cold as shit outside and his allergies are a mess. He's looking at it longingly right now. Poor thing.
My furry alarm clocks were set extra early this weekend. Fuckers.
I want to try an indoor cycling class, but I'm afraid it will hurt my area. Do I need special pant(ie)s?
I tackled Mount Laundry today. I took it down in record time, despite the heater part of our dryer not working.
I can't say enough nice things about my Carmax experience yesterday, despite not purchasing a car from them.
I got the Golf washed and cleaned yesterday before trying to trade it in. It looks so nice and shiny and hairless. But they put some funk nasty "new car" scent in there that just about gags me every time I get in.
The boyfriend is now layering up so he can take the bike "around the block at least." He's going to freeze his face off.
There are many pro-war, chickenhawk bloggers out there who actually have the nerve to criticize the 15 British soldiers who were taken captive by Iranian forces as being "weak" and "spineless" and "giving up." Yep, you read that right. Neo-con warmongers of optimum age and health to enlist, though they have not (and will not), are giving brave English servicemen shit for "surrendering" in the face of "evil."
That is what we call "fucked up," to say the least.
I've decided to trade in my VW Golf. Its warranty is almost up. It has
electrical problems. It is also too expensive for me while I am trying to make a dent in my student loans. I'm going to Carmax as soon as I shower. I'm going to buy a Saturn.
I am so sick and tired of the intellectual dishonesty that exists within the blogosphere whatever. Or, at least a large portion of the local blogs that I read all day. Tell me, what is all this fudging of facts, ignoring of arguments and demeaning of others for exactly? An effort to one-up somebody? I swear to God I will THROUGH THE COMPUTER ring the neck of the next person who decides to MAKE UP A MEANING to a pre-existing word just so they can win.
Win what, I ask you? That asshat award? Trust me, kids. Your asshat sash and tiara are plenty secure.
UPDATE: This post fueled by lack of sleep and PMS.