I Made Up A Joke

Q: What happens when two nerds kiss?
A: Their glasses break.

You Know It's A Monday When...

You go to your car, press the remote unlock button and don't understand why you can't open the door.

And then you notice the gray cloth interior. Wait, I don't have gray cloth interior.

(Backing away from the car, slight glance to the left and right, phew! No one saw that)

And I don't drive a Camry.

OR a Toyota.

Side note: I have actually GOTTEN IN someone else's Honda Accord before that happened to be unlocked only to not REALIZE it until I tried to stick my key in the ignition and needed to adjust the seat!

**So, obviously it is Wednesday but this is how I knew this week would be a "blonde" week. Hope everyone else is a little less "out of it" than I am on this fine hump day.

I'm Not Holding My Breath

So, part of living in a new city is finding new, well, everything. I ask around as much as possible and finally made it a point to find a dentist. As I sat in the dental chair wishing there was a tv on the ceiling, I wondered, why aren't dental hygienists also trained beauticians? I am positive that the woman could see every eyebrow hair I have missed or just plain neglected out of laziness (and, ew, possibly slightly dark above the lip hairs too, growdy). It would be phenomenal to come out of the dentist office with manicured eyebrows, and heck, why not pedicures as well?? Does anyone know a venture capitalist I can get in touch with? I think I am onto something here.

This Should Come As No Surprise

I love the MTV show Teen Mom. Shocking, I'm sure.

I don't know what it is but maybe it is a world just so outside of my own teen years, I am utterly fascinated. You can't help but think, how would I react in that situation?, would I go after child support? (UM, YES, Farrah, hello??), would I initially just rely on my parents to take care of the child so I could continue my teen lifestyle? (UM, NO, there is no WAY my Mom would have allowed that!), were their parents aware that the daughters were sexually active and just pretended not to know because they didn't want to deal with it??, and the questions go on and on.

I think that one of the most tragic aspects is that some of the mom's that are still in relationships can't let things run their course and are hanging on in vain to their baby Daddy even though, in a "normal" teen relationship, things would have fizzled out and you would move on. (Wow, run-on sentence much?, ha)

Does anyone else find themselves glued to this show?

Confession

I like Ke$ha.
There, I said it.
Deal with it.

I particularly like the song “Stephen”. (Click here to listen to her songs) It is my brother’s name, it is spelled with a “ph”, and it screams “Y” generation. How many Stephen’s do you know that are your parent’s age? Yea, probably none. You should also check out “Dinosaur”. This is hysterical. Especially considering when I was in college one of my guy friends always happened to be with me when older men would check me out. It was a running joke between us that I primarily attracted men at least 40 and older. Sick. And, of course, I can’t help but love the song “Backstabber” because, well, everybody knows you have to watch out for girls. Now, get up and dance!

No More LOLAvie

I can't stop laughing. I know. It's mean. Admit it though, really funny. No More LOLAvie

Taking A Stand - Preventative Measures

You guys. Seriously. My friend Julie was kind enough to share these with me. Can you imagine a TSA agent seeing those next time they try and naked scan me??!?! Mwahahahaha, now I can go back to my "take that biotches" attitude. YES. (Rarely should I function when I am not in the "take that biotches" mode, I am much too boring and banal, no, not Anal, Banal, and...okay, really, I am trying not to be so "take that" because it mostly comes out in road rage which just isn't pretty and I don't want anyone to shoot me because, come on, this is Atlanta, it COULD happen.) And, also, when I don't have some sort of attitude, fun or otherwise, I write posts like this, and I don't think we want that again ( ;