  show me a word that rhymes with pavement and i will kill your parents and roast them on a spit "i've been like this since i could talk. before that i just pointed and laughed. "--darlene from roseanne this is the first friday night that i have been alone in a long time. not that i mind this at all. i am tired and my ass hurts--made myself go through an exercise tape even though by the time i got home i was smack in the throes of this wave of exhaustion that was more akin to a typhoon. but the fact that my ass hurts actually makes me very, very happy. for lo, it signifies progress. like in the days of expansion towards the west. and the chinese. with the railroads. yeah.
also i did some more culinary experimenting--this time it involved much tamer ingredients, but adding canned tomatoes to a lipton pasta side thing (sour cream and onion, while an excellent flavor for potato chips, turns out not so much with pasta) is...not exactly a revelation, but palatable. plus i feel like a ghetto nigella lawson, with less voluminous hair. feel me? why am i alone and not out shaking it like a polaroid picture with my unemployed rockstar ass?
several reasons: 1. the aforementioned sleepy 2. there is a fresh three inches of snow on the ground that i do not feel like picking my way through, not tonight 3. ain't nobody calling me, ain't feeling no love, so none of y'all gets love 4. the friend who i was supposed to go drink aimlessly with has canceled and rescheduled on me, so i am instead going to see this urlLink seam and crime & judy show with her tomorrow night. she promised. it's a date. whee. note to self: mention to angelique that i should get promotional royalties, and/or become hired if and when crime & judy become Huge. this also means that i will be deprived of matthew for two days. well, with the exception of dinner tomorrow night, but after that the demands of my social calendar do not permit me to stay.
sigh. pop culture note: they are promoting some upcoming show on nbc called "las vegas" that i could have sworn had been canceled already with "the biggest stars," who are as follows: all in the same episode: jon lovitz (snort) (giggle) jean claude van damme (crickets) and miss paris hilton.
this is what i have to say about the last one: star? star? excuse me? you get a skinny blonde chick to be petulant for one season on a goddamn reality show and release a tape of her fucking someone (which is boring, frankly--if you are honestly enjoying sex and are therefore sexy you do not adjust your angle/profile in front of the camera every thirty seconds) and this makes her EMBRACED BY MIDDLE AMERICA? jeez, money and cheekbones really do buy everything. and now i am going to go suffer through the cold sweats of matthew withdrawl syndrome. enjoy your weekends. soundtrack: the fire theft, "chain" (out.
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