My life has been so un-blog worthy lately. I can probably attribute this to the fact that I have been extremely happy for the past two months. I need to get over the writing block that cramps my brain when the endorphins flow and remind myself that blogging isn't only meant for inner turmoil and romantic angst.
I've been re-watching old episodes of Buffy and the Vampire Slayer lately. Everytime I watch, I am reminded of what an unsung genius Joss Whedon truly is. His character development and dialogue writing is absolutley amazing and his attention to detail and mastery of subtlety in his writing astounds me. If I become half the writer he is in my life time, I will consider myself an extremely accomplished woman. I highly recommend everyone taking the time to get into that series. It'll change your life. True story. (Sidenote: I also think Glenn is exactly like Xander on Buffy and I've always had a giant crush on Xander. Life imitating art I tell ya.)
I seriously think every spoof of Christian Bale's freak out is hilarious. Stephen Colbert & Steve Martin has been the funniest so far. I have to thank Christian Bale's ridiculous temper for many shakey laugh fits these past two weeks. Although Glenn & I's attempt at changing the face of "Rick Rolling" to "Christian Bale-ing" failed horribly. I shake my fist at the volume on power point! Or as my friend Christian Bale would say to Power Point, what the FUCK do you think you're doing?! Are you a FUCKING professional?!
I need to invest in making copies upon copies of every key I own. I learned yesterday that if you don't have spare keys, you're basically up shit creek without a paddle...or a key to your tobogan or whatever you float up shit creek in.
Apparently women in the 1950s did not have to eat or exhale. I got my dress today from Unique Vintage for Glenn and I's 50's inspired Valentine's Day Dinner and let me just say, this dress could make Michael Feeney look fat. I'd be fine as long as I was not expected to breathe or injest food or liquids at any point of the night. Since we're going to an Italian restaurant that night, I'm going to need the extra dress room for a little Italian food baby to emerge. Emergency dress shopping begins tonight at 6pm.
Wow...that's really all I can come up with! Unless you want me to gush about how wonderful Glenn is which I just refuse to do for fear that I've become one of "those girls." (Just for the record...he is pretty frickin wonderful.) I will be writing soon lovelies.
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1 comment:
much easier on the eyes, and the dress looked good! my boobs would not have filled it like yours..i don't think it would have made me look fat, but i'm gonna stuff my face with swiss cake rolls anyhow
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