For the love of God and my eyes . . .

Please world - STOP showing the picture of OctoMom's pregnant stomach. It is so gross. I'm not even commenting on the fact she got herself pregnant with eight babies or that she's on welfare or whatever. I don't care. I only care about never seeing those pictures again. It's insane. When I see those pictures, I feel sick. I can't help it. If that makes me a bad person, I don't care. Don't. care. They are gross.

And I can't seem to escape them. I mean, every celeb gossip site has them up, obviously. So I had to avoid the internet today. Because let's be honest, I really only read those sites. Now, I come home from work and turn on the TV - and boom, the news is showing them, celeb gossip TV shows are showing them. I'm pretty sure I could turn it to any channel right now and I'd somehow see these awful pictures.

Just stop. I can't take them anymore. Thanks.

Tipsy posting is fun

So my lack of drinking as of late has caused me to get tipsy after TWO beers people. TWO. Lame. But good for you - why? I'll post ridiculousness.

First thing, B and I were just thinking of our old neighbors and how we always knew when they were having sex. How would we know? Would we hear them? No. Instead, they would always close their blinds, and then about 20 minutes later, open then while being half naked. Those neighbors have long since moved away, and thank god -- only b/c hot guy has moved in. Dave. He's hot, has a great dog and is a MURSE. So awesome.

Second thing, I'm hard core crushing on a boy. Hard. core. I can't even speak around him. Ok that's a lie. I can't shut up around him. What I mean is I can't even speak in normal terms around him. I literally say things that are so ridiculous that I am in awe of myself. I have not felt like this about anyone in forever, if ever. This guy is objectively hot to me. And then, you get to know him, his personality is even hot. I mean, I'm used to having to wait to find someone hot once they make me laugh. Anyway - this guy has it all. So I need to flirting tips. I'm normally pretty good at it, but not this time. I'm a 12-year old. I'm nervous, clammy, talkative and absolutely giddy. God, I want to do him. I'll keep you posted. When flirting happens, I will report back in. . .

Till then - I think I need more beer.

Random Things

So I have wanted to post for awhile now, but haven't found anything worth dedicating a whole post to . . . so I'll just rant.

1. Please people STOP talking about Phelpsie and the pot. Who cares anymore. On that note, please also stop about Chris Brown. I'm so sick of reading about it. I don't even feel bad for Rihanna. I don't care how "screwed" he is.

2. I realize I have a new type of guy. The tall guy. Ever since ever, I have always favored the average man - 5'9" was perfect. Now, no, I want the 6'2" to 6'4" man. This is incredibly boring for you, the reader, but for me - it's like a whole new world now. I mean, there are men at work that I never noticed before. And they are cute.

3. Now, I'll leave you with my new obsession. The E*trade baby.




I'll get better at this posting again. Promise.