Why does Yahoo! put this shit on the front page? This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever read. It should be entitled, “How women externalize their desperate shallowness in order to make themselves feel less alone because they don’t understand that things like this don’t make people happy.”
I’m grumpy because the Dodgers squandered a 6-0 lead, and because, despite promising the lords of the universe that I would (middle) name my first born child for whichever batter hit that home run to send the game into extra innings, there were no takers. Hence, there will never be a Max Juan Pierre Burdette, a Max Matt Kemp Burdette, or a Max Casey Blake Burdette.
8:32 AM on a Saturday and I find myself watching the Country Music Television station. You know what these videos remind me of? They’re like the twangy, white version of all those Asian karaoke videos my parents own where the woman are traipsing around public parks, looking wistful for the love they’ve lost, ha ha.
I do have a soft spot for Randy Travis, though. ;)
This is someone else’s video of X2. I actually went on this ride. Of course, this video was the first time I saw what was happening to me since I shut my eyes at about the 1:10 point and didn’t open them again until I knew for sure I wasn’t going to die.
Of course, Paula and Curt had a great time on all the scary rides, and I looked very much forward to my obligatory amusement park churro. It was a great time, though! Next time I have been promised a churro + stunt show. That’s my speed, baby. ;)
Curt brought me flowers today, too. :) Besides being sweet, it gave me the chance to continue practicing with the macro lens my dad gave me a few weeks ago. Whee!