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I spilled half a gallon of milk on my kitchen floor earlier. Whoever said not to cry over it is an ass. That’s the only reasonable response to such an incident.
There are few things worse than being sick AND bored.
When I grow up I want to be Kristin Chenoweth
(via bone-zone)
I must go buy season 2 today. Also, they didn’t have my favorite line.
Tracy: I’m gonna make you a mixed tape. You like Phil Collins?
Jack: I’ve got two ears and a heart, don’t I?
A coworker just asked me, in all seriousness, if the autographed picture of Mark Wahlberg* hanging on my file cabinet was a picture of “my guy.”
Um, FAIL. And, I WISH.
* I got said autograph from another coworker who knew a guy on the set of the new Christian Bale/Mark Wahlberg movie. I asked from him to write my favorite line from The Departed on it. ”Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself.”
He did not and now, like IMDB, his virtual starmeter has gone down in my mind.
Every day I hear people I work with go on and on about how awesome satellite radio is. ”If I didn’t have satellite radio I wouldn’t be able to commute.” ”If I didn’t listen to my Howard Stern I’d kill someone.” ”This morning my satellite radio was out and I thought I was going to drive off the road.”
I don’t understand this.
Here’s a bit of advice. IT IS CALLED A CD. OR AN IPOD. OR THE REGULAR RADIO. Shut up.
DOLLY PARTON IS WATCHING AND JUDGING. ALWAYS WATCHING.
Next time you find yourself crying uncontrollably in the shower, as we all sometimes do, think of yourself as Dr. Tobias Funke and your tears will quickly transform into laughter. Feel free to impersonate him rolling on the shower floor.
Works for me [almost] every time.
Yes of course….November 5th 1955…::giggles::
SAVE THE CLOCK TOWER…..SAVE THE CLOCK TOWER!
I am sitting in my bed drinking coffee and watching this movie and it really makes me want to not go to work.
Dude, I was just thinking of the sweater scene this morning. “Rob, I’m telling you this for your own good, that’s the worst fuckin’ sweater I’ve ever seen, that’s a Cosby sweater. A Cosssby sweatahhh!”
My favorite part:
Customer: Hi, do you have the song “I Just Called To Say I Love You?” It’s for my daughter’s birthday.
Barry: Yea we have it.
Customer: Great, Great, can I have it?
Barry: No, no, you can’t.
Customer: Why not?
Barry: Well, it’s sentimental tacky crap. Do we look like the kind of store that sells I Just Called to Say I Love You? Go to the mall.
Customer: What’s your problem?
Barry: Do you even know your daughter? There’s no way she likes that song. Oh, is she in a coma?
P102909PS-0789:President Barack Obama pets Bo in the Outer Oval Office, Oct. 29, 2009. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
This official White House photograph is being made available only for publication by news organizations and/or for personal use printing by the subject(s) of the photograph. The photograph may not be manipulated in any way and may not be used in commercial or political materials, advertisements, emails, products, promotions that in any way suggests approval or endorsement of the President, the First Family, or the White House.
OK, never mind. This is even more adorable.
P103009PS-0290:President Barack Obama plays peek-a-boo with Maeve Beliveau, the daughter of Director of Advance Emmett Beliveau, in the Outer Oval Office, Oct. 30, 2009. (Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)
This official White House photograph is being made available only for publication by news organizations and/or for personal use printing by the subject(s) of the photograph. The photograph may not be manipulated in any way and may not be used in commercial or political materials, advertisements, emails, products, promotions that in any way suggests approval or endorsement of the President, the First Family, or the White House.
Gah, this is unbelievably adorable.
GPOYW: Halloweenie
I am sick with god knows what and after leaving work early today (I put in a whopping two hours of work) I stopped at the grocery store because I knew I wouldn’t feel like going anywhere for a while.
After buying my things I stopped at the dollar dvd rental machine. From here on out I’m going to refer to it as Spinster Headquarters because every other time I’ve utilized it I’ve been in line with other women who have bags filled with 100 calorie pack snacks and individually packed chicken breasts or moms letting their kids pick out a movie for the night.
Though my bag contained, among other things, crispix and glad ware I fit right in by renting He’s Just Noth That Into You and something with Daniel Craig in it.
After watching Ginnifer Goodwin get rejected and rejected and other people cheat I feel like crying and buying stock in Spinster HQ machines so that I’ll be able to finance my life of loneliness better.
On to watching Daniel Craig I suppose.
