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,
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“I locked the door to my own cell and I lost the key…”
I’m still under the weather a bit (or at least my stomach is) so I am going totally random tonight. That kinda sounds like “going commando,” which I am doing as well. Ahem. First things first: Big THANK YOU to Brattus Rattus, who sent me glitter nail polish. I’m sorry, not just glitter nail polish
“I’m a loser, baby…”
Talk about a slack-ass. I do have the excuse of traveling this week with no access to a laptop and no keyboard thingie for my iPad, so there. Nyah. Since it is was 3 a.m. (Um, I fell asleep) and I am overdue for some bitching, here you go. I promise I’ll have something better