Gary Busey is seriously cray. I can’t believe I just wrote “cray.” God help me. Random Shit From Today: So I go shopping at lunch today, because what better way to lose weight than not eating? and yes, shopping IS exercise (at least the way I do it is, ha!) so because I am currently
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“You’ll Never Know What Hit You When I Get To You…”
WTH is a “chicka cherry cola,” anyway? And why did we all just LOVE that song when it came out? Confession: I still do. Feel free to judge me now. ***** Texting the non-BF, asking for money because I’m still fucking clueless about sticking to a budget. Me: “Help me, I’m poor!” Can I borrow
“It’s the end of the world as we know it”
WTH? I was awake at 3 a.m. watching “Father of the Bride Part II” with Martin Short doing some kind of aerobics with pregnant women. Make that a pregnant Diane Keaton, which makes me sort of sad. I still want to imagine her all feminista and not hormone-y. Not that you cannot be both. Hell,