HUMP DAY Y'ALL! Holla!
Right now, I am listening to the theme song from "The Notebook" that I just downloaded from trusty 'ol Limewire. Sometimes, I think I am such a touch, butch, brute manly-woman. I drink beer. I kick ass at darts. I love football. Burping to me is an art form. Then I watch movies like "The Notebook" and realize I am just a girly, blubbering, bitch-titted, sack of emotional crap.
I got this movie from NetFlix last week and finally watched it last night. Alone. In the dark. With a huge serving of strawberry shortcake and a side of guilt. My baby blue Wisconsin sweatshirt now has inky black mascara smudges all over the sleeves. My eyes are dry and red today. People have told me this is a "cry your eyes out" kind of movie. I kept waiting. And waiting. And then the last 10 minutes came and...WAAAAAAH!
It wasn't so much the parallel story of the young couple that got me as much as the old couple. When James Garner burst into tears, so did I. I felt like I was watching the old couple clutching in bed while the Titanic sunk around them. I felt like I was watching a senile version of 50 First Dates.
Weirdest of all, it made me hopeful of a future filled with that kind of self-sacrificing and transcendent love.
Gag me with a spoon.
Ok, I am working on getting a banner review site up. The past week, I have found many banners worthy of ridicule and virtually none worthy of praise. I am right pissed at the Beautify site for taking down their site and all the links to free template sites that were on it. Fuckers! So if you know of any great free template sites besides Migraine, Raging Pistachio and Sazzy, let me know.
I really have no reaction to The Bachlorette, other than that Jerry is hot, I knew she was going to pick him and I knew it wasn't going to work out in the end. I think the whole idea of falling in love and getting engaged in 6 weeks, all the while in front of cameras is totally a recipe for disaster. ABC knows this. They know Americans love watching personal train wrecks. It makes them feel better about their own miserable little lives. Love isn't just handed to you. It takes some hard work. It can't be wrapped in a bow and put on display. All dating shows are not for the participants, they are for the viewers. And the more awkward they are, the more we love them. Now they are touting Jerry O'Connell's much-less-attractive older brother as the next Bachelor and I could care less. The only reason I watched this season was because homegirl is from Chicago.
My theme today is skinny, naked European gentleman, it being Hump Day and all. These links are somewhat safe for work, you can't see any bits or pieces unless you root around for them on this first link. A shout out to the Tucker Max message boards for showing me this link and wasting 30 minutes of my day while I clicked on the different pages.
Do you like hairy, emaciated men in a thongs? Well COME ON DOWN!
Or are silly, dancing Frenchman more your forte? GET 'EM HERE!
Random Fact Of The Day: Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.