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Things I'm Over (Friday Edition)

1. Inauguration (duh) and guess what- in 4 years I'm STILL going to be over the inauguration from this year.

1a. Shepard Fairey- I get it, your edgy. (not)

1b. working. all the time when all my friends have like a million days off in a row.

2. Twitter. My only friends are Scott and George Clooney. And I'm not even so sure that its the REAL George Clooney.

3. Cupcakes. Delicious but I cant really love a food that the hipster community has embraced and made their own. It seems so unappetizing.

4. PETA. Hey guys, way to take a respectable organization and objectify women for no reason. No one takes you seriously except Alicia Silverstone and Pamela Anderson.

5. Michael Phelps. I was over you when you won 89 gold medals and I'm still over you now that your a pot-head. I really do feel bad, you seem nice.

"Polo Fail" (subtitle) My New Favorite Sport

A strange series of events recently has led me to discover a new guilty pleasure- and oh man is it awesome: tough hombres, angry animals, chaps. It all started last month when finally, after being deprived for so long, I was turned on to cable. (Merry Christmas to me!) I'll watch anything now I swear. weirdo cartoons on Nick Jr? done. Family Guy 14 times a day? obviously. a show that is ACTUALLY called Bad Girls Club? dont hate me, but yes, even that.

So my open-minded television schedule, plus the fact that Greg leaves it on ESPN every single time he turns it off, PLUS my deep rooted hatred for all things PETA- it was like the perfect storm- and its raining rodeos baby!

So please check it out...if not for the bulls' names: (Bo Jammin, Poco Loco, Bones) then for the cowboys' names (Pistol Robinson, Wiley Petersen, Ryan Dirteater).

Addendum- August 21

That's Greg's desk. This is where, I'm assuming, all the magic happens. Beer books, huge binders filled with pages and pages of inventoried alcohol, a photo of what looks like the back of John Goodman puking and of course, a rolodex.

It's kind of like finding out Santa's workshop is actually a sweatshop in Indonesia.

WTF happened to my happy places?

They aren't working

Warning- dont read if you hate rants!

"Kelsey- you're desk is a mess"

"Are you fucking serious? None of this shit is mine- This empty binder labeled "LAYAWAY" nope- not mine. Do people still even do layaways? no- because they have credit cards.

"This broken necklace with beads all over the god damned place? never seen it before in my life

"Saudi Embassy paraphenelia? get it outta here

"3 Empty cups of coffee? ok those are probs mine

"Hoover's Handbook of American Business? HA! as if"


Working blows.

Hey look! I'm blogging!

My new thing is browsing reader posts. Who are these people who respond to articles and blogs and whatever they find that they can possibly respond to? Here's a gem from Darlene, who was responding to a blurb about Jennifer Hudson's new album cover.

"Darlene T - Thu Jul 10, 2008 9:47pm PDT
it's not polite to talk about anyone. cause one day that person might show you and the world. what she or he can really do. i use to get talked about. but it ain't nobody business what i did. but it's gonna shock the entire world."

I'm both terrified and intrigued.

Hey- I also found this:
http://www.tmz.com/2008/07/11/playboy-to-olive-garden-show-me-ya-breadsticks/

ok, bye!