Archive for April 26, 2006

naptime!

Two useless factoids. First, I have just finished eating half of a pizza (thin crust!), half of a frosted chocolate bundt cake from Wegman’s, and half of a 2-liter of diet coke.. symmetrical and yet, not. Second, there is a ginormous round cloud hanging low outside of my window in the same fashion as the alien spacecrafts of Independence Day. Doooooom.

Is Wes Anderson really this dude I see on TV right now? He looks like he’s 18.

Ah springtime. Brain rot.

BORN IN THE USA

I’m kind of goofing off at work today because it’s huuuuump day! Who wants to get humped?? I DO.  Here are some random stuffs to share with all of you lovelies:

This had me literally rolling in my cubicle for a good 15 minutes of silent laughter… it’s 4 mins long and you think it’s going to get old but it just keeps getting better!! Needs sound (not dirty), but be warned that you’ll probably want to keep it turned down somewhat. Headphones if possible. Screaming good fun: http://www.askmen.com/video/2006_apr/apr16_.html

Today was company-pays-for-ice-cream day at my office, following in the heels of Ben & Jerry’s big day yesterday. If you’ve never tried salted whole cashews on cookie dough ice cream before, I recommend it. Butterscotch over strawberry is also a surprise. Mint choc chip goes nicely with double fudge flavor. Oh, and vomiting in the wastebasket is generally frowned upon by upper management…. :-X

Kidding! Vomit away!

For American Idol viewers, did anyone see McPhee’s dress pop open during a climactic moment near the end of her song? The split down the front of her dress kind of… popped and swung open when she took a dramatic lunge forward in one of those i’m-gonna-eat-my-mic poses. Swung open enough that you could see her yellow panties - I didn’t know we were supposed to match our panties with our evening gown, which makes me wonder if the pop was a staged one. Cheap gimmick to get votes - how is Chris supposed to compete with that? Have his pants accidentally fall off? Doesn’t matter anyway, because everyone I’ve talked to couldn’t tear their eyes away from McPhee’s cleavage long enough to notice nuthin. Ah, the power of the boobage.

I close with this image of myself karaokeing several weeks ago, raging angrily against the machine as you can clearly see… perhaps this is in response to Springsteen’s call to kill the yellow man. WHAT is up with that??

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