could be fun

looking forward to:
AND... .

just felt like that needed to be said. i'm having a springtime of smart, charming, funny men. it was bound to happen at some point.

my nails are clicking on the keyboard as i type this. again... bound to happen at some point.

facebook leftovers

"I'm addicted to these stories. Which is odd, because I don't have an addictive personality." - from karen walker...and me.

"I am amazing. If I ever get up off this couch, I'll be unstoppable." - roseanne

"I'm liberal with a touch of reform and a smidgen of zippity-pow!" - gilmore girls

"I'm not good OR real. I'm evil. And imaginary." - will and grace

"Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it's not like this... compulsive need to be liked. Like my need to be praised." - the office

"Daryl Philbin is the most complicated man that I have ever met. I mean, who says exactly what they're thinking? What kind of game is that?" - the office

i don't feel i need to explain the obsession any more after this...

i love nataliedee.com

me: i need ideas of what to write about on my blog
missy: Moving. American idol. Your haircut. Me.

so... there it is. i'm moving this weekend. still in the same little city - perhaps i'm a glutton for punishment. or, i really do consider it home. but, i'm pretty damn excited about moving, new beginnings, all that business.

and because i still have a lot to do before the state of the union address:

i am really enjoying the new season of idol thus far. not as much as i enjoy my haircut. and definitely not as much as i enjoy missy.

done and done.

edit: very glad to see michael castro back again. now i'm done.

The dreaded summation of heavenly tobacco sessions

Well... almost two hours down. So far so good. It feels so pitiful to talk about quitting in measure of hours... but I figure soon it will be days, then weeks, months, and years. Maybe blogging will be my nicotine patch. How exciting.………

the american music awards

this post is for jamie. just because.

so the ama's are starting... and only 10 minutes in, here are my thoughts:

1. janet jackson is... how do you say... hot!
2. i teared up watching jermaine jackson sing along with janet
3. since when does nickelback still make shitty music? damn.... someone needs to tell them to stop. right now. or yesterday. or years ago.
4. i love that we live in a world that will give a paula abdul another chance.

now on to the rest of the show... some more random thoughts that at least jamie should understand, comprehend, or translate:

• i remember being obsessed with chris daughtry... don't remember it half as well as jamie does, though.
• kelly clarkson.... oh honey, i just love you so much. you're pretty damn amazing, and always have been.
• i'm pretty sure jay-z bothers me as much as alicia keys does not bother me. and i'm also pretty sure that the best thing about jay-z is beyonce's ass.
• nothing screams the american music awards like christian slater............
• what the hell is 'shinedown?'
• i want a group hug with green day. immediately.
• diet mt. dew is a gift from the holy. there is no doubt in my mind. that has nothing to do with the show, but everything to do with my life right now.
• poor kate hudson... you look absolutely amazing, but you should have gotten to walk out there alone. not with her.
• dayamn, fergie.... and yes, i think adam lambert would be a good addition to the black eyed peas. who knows. maybe it could work. but ummm... what's up with playing nirvana? i don't so much care for that.
• i'm confused about band hero and its commercials... blink 182, fall out boy, and weezer (yes i had to look up the later two)
• YESSSSS SAMUEL L JACKSON. let a motherfucker talk! he better be presenting something later.
• since when does carrie underwood have tramps dancing around her? i'm not used to this. can you imagine that conversation at thanksgiving dinner? -- "well, honey, what have you been up to lately?" "oh me? i'm a trashy dancer for carrie underwood. no. really."
• oh gaga...there are no words.
• hottest so far tonight: mary j. and it's already 9:43.
• so this band i've never heard of beat lady gaga, and i don't understand. when the guy on stage asked for a show of hands for people who have never heard of them, i raised my hand. i'd like to see them sit on lady gaga's flaming piano.
• i want to give j.lo a hug. i don't know what happened, but she looks really pissy.
• HELLLLLLLLL YES SAMUEL L JACKSON.
• yes, i am okay with a second dose of alicia keys. thank you for asking.
• okay it's 10:20 now... 40 minutes left in the show, supposedly. at this point, from how they've described adam lambert's performance, i feel like it needs to be the aristocrats meets a gay orgy meets blasphemy meets a drag queen covered in a glitter hurricane. i will accept no less.
• i want green day to cover 'let it be.'
• i think taylor swift seems like a really sweet person, but i just do not understand her appeal. at all. i don't understand seeing her as being all that talented... and i need for her to stop being sweet. and it's just completely ridiculous that she just beat michael jackson for an award. there's something really wrong with the world.
• okay, adam... here we go... well, okay. some dude pretending to give you oral sex gets the cameras off of you... yet women can be all over you. what the hell. and totally not the best vocals ever. by any means. but the thought that it's just supposed to be entertaining is, well, pretty damn true. why does the camera go off of him when he kisses someone? that seems weird. i'll say this: would have liked to see that performance on idol. also, shut up, seacrest.

nails.

an article i found. and i like it.

...hopefully soon i'll have the energy and time to actually write.

weeds

"Sure, death is no big deal, because life is just.... blah, blah, blah."

"It IS just blah, blah, blah. You hope for blah... and sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah. And waiting for blah. And hoping you were right about the blah's you made. And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out and you're surrounded by the ones you blah, death shows up... and blah, blah, blah."

- weeds

grocery store, ma'am

i bought groceries for work today. the cart was piled so high i could barely see over it. i find great satisfaction in my packing a grocery cart skills. on the way out of the store, it was 3 carts. i'm amazing.

the moral of the story: when you're 25 years old and a 16/17/18 year old guy helping you with your groceries tells you "you have a lot of groceries, ma'am," he laughs when you respond with "no shit, kid." still stings that he called me ma'am, though.