bad brawny brent! bad!
the christmas tree shop
is a retail garage sale.
franchising breaks hearts.
my matty would be so touched to know that i'm holding my pee until the next commercial break in this current episode of "charmed." i guess i wouldn't tell him that i only watch it because i have a crush on rose macgowan. mcgowan? macgowan? i don't know, but she's purty. this little kid, though... i am in no way a subscriber to that "all babies are beautiful" theory; some of them are downright beastly, and this is one of them. BEASTLY! i'd hide him in a sack. and nick lachey does not belong on television. he can't act, and he isn't cute enough to make up for it. like alyssa milano would ever be suckered by that meathead. wasn't she engaged or married to the singer from remy zero for a while? there's no way, timberlake incident aside.
oh, shush, you know i didn't mean that about the sack.
i'm feeling especially critical today. i think i'll run with it. ten things i hate:
1. the new trendy poncho
2. the quizno's commercial for the big beef dip thingy sub. i can't believe anyone would eat that.
3. holiday decorations
4. pointy-toed shoes
5. people who say mean things about ted kennedy
6. people who can't admit it when they've fucked something up
7. drugstore period romance novels where the girls are always renowned for their impossibly tiny waists which are constantly being grasped by someone brawny named devon or brent. (my mother loves them, if you were wondering how i knew that.)
8. when perfectly good pets are euthanized because their owners can't make the minimum down payment, and any other situations of that "finances first" nature
9. knowing that i would never have the balls to sing a terrible song i had written about a boy on his front lawn at two in the morning
10. the word "clot"
not in that order, not at all. those are ridiculous things. i'm not thinking all that hard.
i would marry any member of califone, but i'd probably leave him for jason schwartzman. i don't know what that says about me. i don't particularly care.
forget you ever saw this.
is a retail garage sale.
franchising breaks hearts.
my matty would be so touched to know that i'm holding my pee until the next commercial break in this current episode of "charmed." i guess i wouldn't tell him that i only watch it because i have a crush on rose macgowan. mcgowan? macgowan? i don't know, but she's purty. this little kid, though... i am in no way a subscriber to that "all babies are beautiful" theory; some of them are downright beastly, and this is one of them. BEASTLY! i'd hide him in a sack. and nick lachey does not belong on television. he can't act, and he isn't cute enough to make up for it. like alyssa milano would ever be suckered by that meathead. wasn't she engaged or married to the singer from remy zero for a while? there's no way, timberlake incident aside.
oh, shush, you know i didn't mean that about the sack.
i'm feeling especially critical today. i think i'll run with it. ten things i hate:
1. the new trendy poncho
2. the quizno's commercial for the big beef dip thingy sub. i can't believe anyone would eat that.
3. holiday decorations
4. pointy-toed shoes
5. people who say mean things about ted kennedy
6. people who can't admit it when they've fucked something up
7. drugstore period romance novels where the girls are always renowned for their impossibly tiny waists which are constantly being grasped by someone brawny named devon or brent. (my mother loves them, if you were wondering how i knew that.)
8. when perfectly good pets are euthanized because their owners can't make the minimum down payment, and any other situations of that "finances first" nature
9. knowing that i would never have the balls to sing a terrible song i had written about a boy on his front lawn at two in the morning
10. the word "clot"
not in that order, not at all. those are ridiculous things. i'm not thinking all that hard.
i would marry any member of califone, but i'd probably leave him for jason schwartzman. i don't know what that says about me. i don't particularly care.
forget you ever saw this.
posted by juniper pearl @ 7:38 PM
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