Friday, July 10, 2009

I know I'm late BUT

I'm happy happy happy, so happy I could do the chicken dance!! My nemesis and every single animal lover's nemesis stepped down a couple of days ago. I just read her resignation speech and I'm confused...Then again, I'm always confused everytime this broad opens her big, fat, ignorant mouth. I could dissect her speech but the only way I can interpret what she's saying would be to just type: "I'm a stupid moron!, I'm a stupid moron!, I'm a stupid moron!" So let's allow a more eloquent person do the honors, and who's better than my future ball and chain, Richard Roeper!

"Gov. Sarah Palin announced she was resigning on a Friday before the Fourth of July. Even as she kept saying it wasn't politics as usual, that's exactly what it was, at least in terms of the timing.

As for the speech itself: WTF????

As in, Why the Fumbling?

What'd you think I meant?

Speaking in a rushed and jittery tone, barely coming up for air, Palin said that to continue to "plod along" as governor would be the "quitter's way out."

So, she's quitting because she's not a quitter. Got it.

According to Palin, since she's not going to run for re-election, it wouldn't be fair to serve out her term. But can't you BETTER serve your state if you're not worried about re-election repercussions?

"We just gotta put first things first," said Palin. "I love my job, and I love Alaska. I'm doing what's best for Alaska ... it's no more politics as usual."

Isn't that admitting you're not the right person to lead the state?

Palin also said she wouldn't go on "wasting public dollars and state time ... just so I can hold the title of governor."

With every statement, she seemed to be telling us she was really bad at her job. It was one of the most bizarre resignation speeches in the history of modern politics -- and I can't imagine how anyone in the Republican Party could witness the scene and think: There's our hope for 2012."

Sigh...Isn't he brilliant? Now, back to what I was saying, what Palin meant to say was "I'm a stupid moron! I'm a stupid moron! I'm a stupid moron!"

Let's hope the new incoming governor doesn't enjoy killing animals for fun.

Source: Chicago Sun-Times

Climbing up the Walls

Argh, there's no point on holding resentment, EVER. Life is too damn short to live that way. There's no reason at all why anybody should hold a grudge, some people have all the right in the world to hold grudges, it doesn't mean they should. There's absolutely nothing good or edifying that can come from hoping a person bursts into flames while we laugh madly à la Vincent Price. It doesn't mean grudges take every single second of our lives. Doesn't mean we lose sleep over it, or that it affects our present lives in any way. But when you see the object of your resentment and feel a knot in your stomach, you know you are not over it.
Doesn't mean I can't talk to the person, or that I can't wish them well. In fact, I don't wish they burst into flames at all. I do wish I could burst the memory of them into flames. And when you see they are living seemingly happy, normal lives, you wish you could disrupt their normalcy and remind them of their peccadilloes. I don't wish they feel miserable every day of their lives. But I do wish they feel just as miserable as I do when they see my picture or hear my name.

I actually had a dream of this person. I've had many dreams of this person. Gosh, it was as if it happened yesterday.

"Well, when I said I was leaving you asked 'when?' Then I told you when and you said 'OK!'"

Well, that's because whatever part of my complex brain that's responsible for my emotions is all messed up! I can't fix it! Sometimes it feels, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes I don't feel at all. It's OK, I don't want it fixed. Doesn't mean I don't care, but up until now, I've never had any regrets for not feeling certain emotions, because if I don't feel them, then it probably means they are not that important to me after all. What I think bothers me is that, I feel I should have "felt" something. I didn't. That's why I reacted the way I reacted. I wasn't repressing emotions. I just didn't feel them. At the time. Now I feel every time I see this person. I don't regret not getting all emotional. I don't fake emotion or kind gestures unless I get paid for it. It comes naturally or it doesn't come at all. But whatever feelings didn't come out while the object of my resentment was here, are coming out now that it's gone.

Rainbows, hearts, stars and unicorns. All is well, all is happy. Santa exists and Elvis is alive. So is MJ. Bye bye.

PS. This is soooo not about a "boy." The day one of these emo posts becomes about a boy, I'll shoot myself in the head with a water gun.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The things I do for Jeff Goldblum

I'm bidding $3.50 for this freakery...Now that could buy me a...umm, well...I could a get an...ok, it's pocket change and if I win it'll come with free shipping, so I can stop playing the victim right about now. I watched this movie way before I was old and wise enough to understand the hotness that is Jeffrey Lynn Goldblum. There's something so mischievous about his smile. Oh, such a devious smile! Although upon closer inspection, he kinda looks like a fly. I can't, for the life of me, remember to watch Jeff on Law and Order CI. What kind of fan am I? I will say though, that for a 56-year-old Jeffy is looking mighty fine. Ugh, I need help.

Urban Decay Shadow Box

This Urban Decay pallette is pure awesomeness. The brush makes it easy to apply and two-toned color shadow has never been easier to master. I'm not a fan of looking like a clown and these shadows are extremely light, it's hard to mess up. Love, love, love it.

YDK (bronzed mocha with golden microglitter), Midnight Cowboy Rides Again (golden beige with bronze, gold, & silver glitter), Flipside (electric teal with blue sheen), Flash (bright iridescent purple), Grifter (sheer lavender with lots of silver microglitter), Oil Slick (black with silver glitter), Uzi (metallic silver with big iridescent sparkles), Kiddie Pool (ocean blue with iridescent glitter), Twice Baked (brownie brown with gold glitter), Half Baked (subtle, lustrous bronze).

The Boss Wants You!

So I'm in super super saving mode and then I saw this Bruce Springsteen tote and my eyelashes almost fell off! Bruce is the only 60-year-old who can still rock a pair of leather pants. Now, I was a good girl and didn't buy the tote. I can live with not having Bruce under my arm, well, mostly because I would actually prefer to be under his arm. However! if that was Eric Clapton, then I'd be writing a whole different story. I'd be a little poorer today.

Anyhoo, the only thing I bought was dog food for a feisty little shitzu who doesn't like anything but Cesar canine cuisine...canine cuisine!!! But if you are interested in purchasing that awesome tote, it's available at Wal-Mart and it comes with a free subscription to Rolling Stone magazine for about 10 months or so. Happy shopping!