Girls Will Be Girls

"It was a family of six! I only killed four."

Al, Andrew & Kenny came over and watched Girls Will Be Girls tonight! Larfs all around! You know, Jack Plotnick is a total Babeotron 3000 in real life, and hey, anyone who can collect a stool sample from Rosie O'Donnell and live to tell about it is a shining star in my book!

coffee & me

After the copious amounts of coffee consumed today, I am in this state of mind where I am completely useless, but also completely awake.

I purchased a bag of "Cowboy" cookies from the grocery store bakery and boy are they making this sleigh ride to diabetes a delicious one!

Right now is:
"Cliffhanger" from The Price is Right
"Thank You Everyday" by Deee-Lite
iced lattes
clutter out of control
clean sheets
"Check it Out with Dr. Steve Brule"
library books

the whitney drive roller rink

I just got home, with a Wendy's #2 combo in tow, and my fries were cold. What is this, Communist Russia? If a hardworking, decent American can't get hot fries at 12:30 a.m., what is this country coming to?

Just kidding. I'm just "joshing" you. </Minnesota accent>

Much of my free time (what little there seems to be) is spent on YouTube. Lately I've been trying to find videos for songs I remember from middle & high school, and look at this nugget I dug up:


Thank god for this song, which in 9th grade allowed me to completely sass out in the privacy of my childhood basement. I would strap on rollerblades and skate around and around for hours on industrial low-pile carpeting from the 70s. I think I even had the cassette maxi-single of this song with all those cheesy remixes, which I listened to on a gem of a Sony boombox, with a CD player and two cassette players/recorders. Don't even get me started on the loss of that expressive medium: the mix tape.

Anyway, when I tried to relive these glory-days-of-my-youth-on-wheels last spring, I wound up with a concussion.

testing testing is this thing on?

So I might try my hand at blogging publicly again... if it's anything like my YouTube account, I will post once then flee, so no promises, people.

Today was my first real day working as a barista. I learned how to make espresso shots and steam milk and and and I had about 10 glasses of iced tea and a glass of iced coffee. So now I'm wide awake and ready to clean all night long. Or maybe just update this blog...

I think the reason I've shied away from this thing is the fact that I never know how far to turn up the privacy dial. Do I name names and be that sort of outrageous notorious blogger or do I change names to protect the guilty or do I keep it short and sweet and leave the gritty stuff for the Holly Hobby diary I keep under my pillow? I really enjoy recording my innermost thoughts with a scented pencil, then securing them with a lock that can be shimmied open with a paper clip.

Kylie Minogue needs to quit it with the Botox, physically and figuratively. I've listened to her new song a dozen times and still can't get into it. It's a bit flat. And I don't think a video with a bunch of people in their tighty whities is going to polish it up for me. I'll still take ten "All the Lovers" over Christina Aguilera's steaming pile of comeback single anyday. "Not Myself Tonight"? Seems like you're going for Lady Gaga to me. But coming off like Lori Petty on a bad day in a pair of $50 eyelashes.

The YouTube channel I'm sort of obsessed with right now is AmPopFilms. They do show quite a few commericals, but then again, if they didn't, I would never get to see a grown man eat a McDonald's Chicken McNugget and subsequently grow Shrek ears, which is not too far from the truth if you think about it.