My head is in a weird place I can’t quite explain. The gears are grinding on a few things I need to write about, I’m just not sure how to approach them. I’m worried I won’t be able to do them justice. That they’ll just come out sounding like drunken, haphazard, irate howler monkey rantings. But for the sake of my own sanity, they are things I need to write. So I’ll give them my best shot. Eventually.
Last night Bob’s friend Dan from work invited us over to his place to play video games. Upon arriving at his house we saw he had a Cloud sword complete with Materia hanging in his garage. He made it himself. Dude. He is one of us. A good time was had beating the hell out of each other playing Smash Brothers Brawl on the Wii. We might just do it again.
It’s sixty-some degrees out right now. It’s supposed to be that way a few days this week. Might I remind everyone that this is Minnesota and we are well over a week into November? What in THE hell? I am most certainly NOT complaining. I am just confused as hell.
There are these commercials for some product called Hydrolize (or something) for under-eye circles. They’ve been advertising a “24-hour only” promotion for well over a week. It’s the longest 24-hour only promotion I’ve ever seen.
I just polished my nails. They’re purple. I still need to put the To Dry For top coat on. I’m sure I’ll manage to muck them up between now and then.
I will be so bloody happy when that gawd awful Bat-shit Crazy Sarah Palin mini series is over and done with. I cannot tolerate her SCREECHING about TRANQUILITY for much longer. (Counterintuitive you whack job.) If we’re “stepping into her backyard” is she going to show us how she can totally “see Russia” from there?
Rob Thomas tweeting about Matchbox Twenty being back together in the studio makes me ridiculously giddy.
I’ve come up with a new little subplot for the story project that I’ve been working on. If I run with it, I might have just added a whole new level of crazy that I didn’t need. Because my brain is all about teh crazy.
I tend to spend a lot of time perusing IMDB and through an odd series of clicks, I stumbled across the news that Rich Cronin died in September of this year. He of LFO…um…fame? He had leukemia. He was 36. That’s unfortunate. Ever since I have had that ever-so-fantastic-craptastic Summer Girls song drumming through my head.
(Summer Girls by LFO)
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