Things I'm excited about today:
1. Making Rolo cookies tomorrow night
2. Friend's bday celebration after work Friday
3. NEW HARRY POTTER MOVIE FRIDAY NIGHT OMG
4. Volunteering at some crazy race thing Saturday
5. Seeing my ex-husband for the first time in almost 7 years for lunch today
6. I'm mere hours away from my work week being half over
7. Payday!
8. New earrings (I know, I'm excited about earrings? but come on... they are really cute! with elephants! and made by a local crafty artist-type lady!)
9. This article about Boobs of Yore
10. This song:
UPDATE: Report on item #5: lunch was good! My ex-husband is better-looking than he has any right to be, and we had some laughs reminiscing about that time I threw the Gameboy at his head, and other insane hormones-raging blowout fights of our past. Ah, youth.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
"Music"
Thanks to a co-worker, I can now share this gem with you. This is the checklist apparently given to bimbo teenagers who want to be sexy:
1. Pout lips CONSTANTLY, even while mouth is in use for other activities.
2. Make voice sound slightly petulant at all times. Men like it when you are petulant, even though you probably don't know what "petulant" means.
3. Writhe a lot.
4. Flip/tousle/toss hair constantly. Hair that is not in motion is NOT SEXY.
5. There is no such thing as too much makeup.
Ready? GO
(I'd also like to point out that this girl is 16 [holy shit I did not look even a little like that at 16], from Washington, was in some Miss Teen USA or some-such bullshit contest, and? recently married a 51-year-old B-level actor. FIFTY. ONE. Minus 16? 35. Their age difference has been able to legally drink in the contingent US for 14 years already.)
I'm sorry for that video. I am! Here, to make it up to you, another dancing doggy! Not quite as fantabulous as the chihuahua, but still better than the painful petulant pouty princess.
1. Pout lips CONSTANTLY, even while mouth is in use for other activities.
2. Make voice sound slightly petulant at all times. Men like it when you are petulant, even though you probably don't know what "petulant" means.
3. Writhe a lot.
4. Flip/tousle/toss hair constantly. Hair that is not in motion is NOT SEXY.
5. There is no such thing as too much makeup.
Ready? GO
(I'd also like to point out that this girl is 16 [holy shit I did not look even a little like that at 16], from Washington, was in some Miss Teen USA or some-such bullshit contest, and? recently married a 51-year-old B-level actor. FIFTY. ONE. Minus 16? 35. Their age difference has been able to legally drink in the contingent US for 14 years already.)
I'm sorry for that video. I am! Here, to make it up to you, another dancing doggy! Not quite as fantabulous as the chihuahua, but still better than the painful petulant pouty princess.
Friday, May 20, 2011
The ice inside your soul
Short one tonight... I had a great happy hour with Genie and Little Mama that had me crying, "oh, this is SO going in the blog!" more than once, but I think I'll save those posts for after the rapture. I'm pretty sure anyone reading this blog will probably still be around after homeboy Jesus pops on down and scoops up his disciples, so don't worry. The Rest Of Us have until October 21 to loll about lazily in our sinning ways.
Which some of us will continue to write about on the Internet...
In the meantime, tonight I just wanted to share a couple of songs that I've been completely and totally obsessed with lately (me? obsessed with something? whaaaat?) - I think together, these songs nicely cover about 75% of my relationships. The other 25% are probably more suited to be sung about by Daft Punk. I know I'm not the only one in lovelovelove with these songs, as I've been seeing them popping up a lot on Facebook lately, plus, just DAYS after I downloaded them, they were performed on Glee.
That means they MADE IT. Because: Glee. It was enough to make me forgive them for also covering that weird "Friday" song that isn't good, no matter who sings it, because HI THE LYRICS ARE RETARDED.
*ahem*
Enjoy.
First up, we have Adele - Rolling in the Deep. This is a strong, powerful song. Just a little angry, just a little sad, just a little wistful, just a little evil-bitch-vengeful. It's what we are after a breakup. It brings to mind more than one guy for me, more than one "we could have had it all."
And this one, Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts... slower, softer, but holy crap. Something about the way she doesn't sound angry, but is very clearly telling this guy to fuck right off just really makes me want to be a stronger woman. One who can say, "look, you're treating me like shit right now and that's just not cool," but without any crying or screaming or throwing of Gameboy Colors.
Which some of us will continue to write about on the Internet...
In the meantime, tonight I just wanted to share a couple of songs that I've been completely and totally obsessed with lately (me? obsessed with something? whaaaat?) - I think together, these songs nicely cover about 75% of my relationships. The other 25% are probably more suited to be sung about by Daft Punk. I know I'm not the only one in lovelovelove with these songs, as I've been seeing them popping up a lot on Facebook lately, plus, just DAYS after I downloaded them, they were performed on Glee.
That means they MADE IT. Because: Glee. It was enough to make me forgive them for also covering that weird "Friday" song that isn't good, no matter who sings it, because HI THE LYRICS ARE RETARDED.
*ahem*
Enjoy.
First up, we have Adele - Rolling in the Deep. This is a strong, powerful song. Just a little angry, just a little sad, just a little wistful, just a little evil-bitch-vengeful. It's what we are after a breakup. It brings to mind more than one guy for me, more than one "we could have had it all."
And this one, Christina Perri's Jar of Hearts... slower, softer, but holy crap. Something about the way she doesn't sound angry, but is very clearly telling this guy to fuck right off just really makes me want to be a stronger woman. One who can say, "look, you're treating me like shit right now and that's just not cool," but without any crying or screaming or throwing of Gameboy Colors.
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