I know everyone says she looks like a tranny, she’s even said it herself, but I absolutely love Wendy Williams. She trips me out and tells it like it is. Plus, she wears wigs just like me, well, except I will be taking mine off at some point.
State of the Union: Amused
Listening to: Bad Girl by Danity Kane
Posted: 5:57 PM, Mon 27 Jul 2009 in Starf*cker
Edited: August 4th, 2009
My dad is probably going to have a coronary whilst simultaneously crapping his pants, but I decided to be a teacher. I want to teach 8th grade English (probably because I had an awesome teacher that year). I ran across this on You Tube and it had me cracking up. I used to teach Sunday School and it used to bother the heck out of me when people would be acting like little bastards while I was teaching. I don’t think that kids in America would get crunk with their teachers if teachers were allowed to do this:
I know it’s wrong and I’m probably going to go to Hell for it, but that made my day.
State of the Union: Amused
Listening to: Breathe Me by Sia
Posted: 6:33 PM, Tue 7 Jul 2009 in Three Cheers
Edited: August 4th, 2009
I absolutely despise Perez Hilton. I make no bones about it. He is constantly criticizing famous people when he himself has no talent. He uses photoshop to make inane comments and draw messed up things on the pictures of celebrities he doesn’t like (i.e. drawing pictures of men’s genitalia on people, make lines under people’s noses like they snort coke, puddles of poo coming out of people’s butts, etc). He’s childish, he’s immature, and someone needs to tell him that his 15 minutes are up and he needs to get over himself.
I know I should feel bad that he got knocked upside his head by the Black Eyed Peas’ manager, but I don’t. I’m only surprised that no one has done it before now. He made messed up comments to Fergie, called her bandmate a f*ggot, got cold-cocked upside his head, and then had the nerve to get upset that virtually no one is supporting him. You can only talk so much trash before somebody puts you in your place. The comments that he’s made after Michael Jackson died I find to be truly tasteless. No matter what you thought of him, he was a human being with a family that is in mourning and that was just tacky. This assclown also says that Jennifer Aniston is ugly and if she’s ugly, there’s no hope left for any of us.
I know this is beside the point, especially since One Life to Live is a soap opera and not real (believe it or not, I do realize that, even though it may not seem like it by some of the comments I make) but here’s a piece of advice: If you’re going to make a stink about something and talk trash about an actress, make sure you have the facts. On his website, he is pissed because one of the actresses was protesting her small role in a gay storyline. She wasn’t protesting that *she* was against it, but that her *character* would be and, if that pink haired idiot actually *watched* One Life to Live, he would know that what she’s saying is true. People that just go in, guns blazing with no facts, are the ones that just really make me want to bop them over the head like a whack-a-mole game.
In the grand scheme of things, I know it’s not a big deal. It just irritates me that this idiot keep flapping his gums and talking out of his neck when he should just shut up. And, in case any of my nosy coworkers or people that don’t know me go there, no, I am not homophobic. I love gay boys. I just can’t stand that particular one. He doesn’t even have an office, but sits with his laptop in a coffee shop all day snaking their free wireless. I don’t like that he’s made a name for himself bashing people’s careers, especially when he has no marketable skills or talents of his own. My little sister could draw better pictures with one of those old skool Etch-a-Sketch toys and she’s only nine.
I wish that P-Nasty would sit down and shuuuuuut up. We all know that, despite all the crap he talks about her, he WISHES he was Britney Spears.
State of the Union: Disgusted
Listening to: Fallen by Sarah McLachlan
Posted: 5:27 PM, Mon 29 Jun 2009 in Starf*cker
Edited: August 4th, 2009
Video games are the devil. They are. World of Warcraft, especially. Don’t believe me? Take a look at what happened after one mother put her foot down and cancelled her son’s WoW account.
I am not trying to be racial at all. I love people of the caucasian persuasion. Lord knows I am whiter than white according to all the Facebook quizzes out there, but I must go on record and state facts: If this had been a black kid, the mama would have busted up in there before this video hit the 20 second mark and put some serious whoop on his ass for causing all that ruckus and acting like a plum fool over a fricking video game.
Just saying……
State of the Union: Laughing along with the brother
Listening to: This fool freaking out. It’s just a game, dude.
Posted: 1:26 PM, Mon 22 Jun 2009 in Disgusted
Edited: August 4th, 2009
You know what drives me absolutely bonkers. There will be a song that you love, a song that castigates you, makes the floodgate of tears open, that absolutely fillets your soul……and then you see the video and you want to choke whoever directed it because they obviously didn’t listen to the song and made the shittiest interpretation in the history of the free world.
Case in point:
The Greatest by Cat Powers
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind of waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
Melt me down
Into big black armour
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honour
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make ‘em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I’ve been sleepin’
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I’ve been sleepin’
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind of waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
A bowling alley? The best you could come up with for a song that played at the apotheosis of my life was a fricking bowling alley? Seriously? I’m going to go into an apoplectic fit or have a coronary or something….
State of the Union: Howling at the moon
Listening to: Myself howling at the moon and cursing at the creative director that just shat all over my wedding song.
Posted: 7:08 PM, Fri 12 Jun 2009 in Soundtrack
Edited: August 4th, 2009
I love Kristin Cavallari. I’ve had a couple of my friends say that we have a lot in common because she’s opinionated and is quick to put people in their place. Puh-lease. This girl makes me and all my friends look normal. Needless to say, you know where my t.v. will be at Monday nights.
State of the Union: Drama Free For Once
Listening to: You f—ed with the wrong girl!
Posted: 7:33 PM, Mon 8 Jun 2009 in Boob Tube
Edited: August 4th, 2009
He really is. Right on schedule, I mean. I dated this guy off and on for almost six years. He knows me inside and out. He has the uncanny knack for calling me a) when I’m sad and I *need* someone to talk to or b) when I’m happy. It’s like he has a this alarm that goes off when I’m happy that says, “Oh, she’s happy. Time to go f–k this up.”
He is my kryptonite. He is my Achilles heel. He comes along and he’s cute and happy and playful. I forget all the bad things, remember the good, obliterate whatever relationship I’m in, things are great for a while and then he’s off again. He blows in and out of my life like a malevolent wind of good looks, nice clothes, and sexy cologne.
I told him about Richard. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t snarky like he normally is. He was cool, probably because, if I follow the pattern I always do, our relationship is going to go belly up and all he has to do is sit back and wait for it to happen.He’s always been that monkey on my back, that crack habit I couldn’t quite kick. I told him about Richard. Normally, I wouldn’t put a name to it. I would just say my boyfriend, or my dude. I think I freaked him out by giving him a name.
I think I’m moving in a different direction. I told him I finally realized it’s never going to happen and just let go. We’re friends. We’ve always been friends. We’ll always be friends. I’m the best friend he never knew he had. I know everything about him. I know what makes him tick. I’ll miss him in a lot of ways, but in others, I’ll be glad he’s gone. Maybe I’m growing up after all. Maybe there is life after Rolando Ramon.
State of the Union: Mellow
Listening to: The Climb by Miley Cyrus on Pandora
Posted: 12:05 AM, Wed 3 Jun 2009 in Dating Diaries
Edited: August 4th, 2009
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