Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Jackson. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Week 4 of Whorelicious Wenches - Part 1: The Leah Episode

Good Evening fellow brain cell haters.  I assume we all hate our brain cells to either choose to watch this steaming pile of cow dung (to quote Liar, Liar) OR to choose to drink so heavily because of it.  For those of you who follow my life outside of this blog (regularly much more boring than I claim it to be) you know I've had a hell of a couple days.  Why does this matter to you?  It matters because I didn't watch and live-blog Monday's (2/4) episode.  Stop hyperventilating long enough to read that Leah has gone above and beyond the call of duty and live-blogged it for me.  Enjoy.  Thanks, Leah!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Top Ten Thoughts of Today

10. If you really like baseball, you don't have to hate a rival team...unless your team is playing said rival team at the time.
9. The word "poo" is funny. It's funnier than "poop" or "shit." It's just funny. Every time I hear or say it, I giggle. Every time.
8. When Michael Jackson died and every station played a tribute for a week or so, I don't think I ever heard "Scream." This bothers me.
7. If you're sitting in mixed company sharing info about how much money you allegedly make selling weed, you should be prepared to be a dead beat loser your whole life; and possibly arrested.
6. Trains are a wonderful invention. Next time you are on a train that isn't super crowded with a friend, take a minute to enjoy the experience.
5. If I had a dollar for every time I was broken up with...I'd have a dollar. If I had a dollar for every time I fell out of touch with someone....I'd be rich. I think I'd rather be poor and hold on to my one dollar.
4. Even though I can list things I'd like to change about my personality or inside self, I can't find justification in changing.
3. I miss regular television. I am very excited for the next couple of weeks when all my shows come back.
2. I am a huge fan of not wearing pants. I am not a fan of pants. I think a perfectly good evening is dancing around in a Tshirt and underwear. Note: do not come peeping through my window...I will have you arrested.
1. What if all this time I was spending traveling down windy and twisty roads got me nowhere and the right path for me was across the street the whole time, but I never thought to look?

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