orange pants...

bad idea. sorry. just don't.

i'm not a big fan of the color period, but i know there are some who may be able to pull it off...i'm not 100% sure who they happen to be, but whatevs.

i'm shopping right now and there's a real big girl wearing orage skinny jeans, that are at least a size too small...yeah. bad on many levels...i wanted to take a picture, but there was no way to do it on the dl...and i don't wanna die today, so...yeah.

but fyi, if you're ever buying me clothes, steer clear of orange.
period.

what a bummer, until!

this is CHAD ROGERS.

hes one of the dudes on bravos million dollar listing show...

i just came home from a glorious trip to borders all happy and coffeed up, wanting to turn on the teevee, listen to burn notice and diddle around on the interwebs, sadly the television was on bravo instead of usa. which means i got a few minutes of this d-bag before i got up to change the channel(the remote is broken and i thought perhaps i could handle this ish) before i barfed.

ive had nothing but cooffee and a piece of toast so that wouldve been way unfun...

hes annoy as a little kid hopped up on sugar.

so. much. bad.

do. not. like.

yeah, seriously, i dont know anything about this show other than the 5 minutes or so that i just saw...then i googled him to see what his name was, and found this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYHWk06frGg

i so heart joel mchale.

id do him.

this guy so bothered me...alright im turning to my flavor blasted goldfishies for comfort....mmmm tasty!

also, i has this on now!

i would also do jeffrey donovan.

id let him do unforgivable things to me.

id probably ASK him to.

this show is really good.

great writing, great acting(bruce campbell!!!), just plain good.

mmmmmm goldfish and michael westen...

teevee of the moment and birthday plans...

i love this kid.
cant help it.
project runway is on right now and i am reminded of how much i liked christian. hes a pompous lil jerkface, and i wanna be his bff. for reals.
hes annoying at times, okay, most of them, but i dont care. hes mad talented and i want him to make me some rockin clothes.
lots of them. for all the times.

ive decided that im spending my birthday in Philly...only mike knows so far...i should probs inform maureen and vinny since im gonna make one or both of them let me crash at their place...either way, im ready.
my only fear is that ill get there and never leave.
its not so much a fear as a deep deep wish...i hate everywhere but Philly. its the only place ive ever really felt at home. even when i was all alone. walking around that city is one of the most fulfilling things ive ever done...and i did it quite a bit last time i was there...
im also a bit in love with it because it has the largest number of people who make me feel loved. and wanted. and just plain happy.
i miss it everyday.
and i dream about it all the time...how weird is that...not only dreams that are taking place there(which happens A LOT) but sometimes ill wake up and ill have just dreamed about the city itself...the skyline, rittenhouse park, walking the streets around maureens moms apartment, playing in the fountains, and running from security guards for it...i miss it like its a person...and to me, it means almost as much as the few select people who know my deep dark secrets.

Philadelphia has my heart more than any man probably ever will...and i wont feel complete until im back.
im just passing my time trying to figure out whats going to become of me until i know how to make it back there for real.

im in love with a city.

and its name is Philly.

dear fake santa,

fuck you. ive got a broken heart, no job, i miss all my friends, and im sick.
you blow.
peas on earf-shanden

i hate the holidays.

always have.

probably always will.

maybe it will change once im truly happy with the rest of my life, but i doubt it.

and i refuse to string my kids along...but maybe that will change too...who the hell knows.

this holiday has always just reminded me that im the odd one out. always have been. any commercial holiday does that to me though. this is simply the one where my family really shows it to me. and thats always super awesome fun times.

tomorrow morning im getting up and driving to my new friend dinas for mimosas and mama mia. meryl streep i dont care how shitty the flick, im down.

on a slightly happy note, wrapping gifts for drunk peoples is netting me a bit of cash and a pack of cloves, so i guess this stupid holiday isnt a total wash...

god i want it to be the new year. ..

also ill be happy to see becca when she gets back to knoxville. thats something o look forward to.

sparkity sparks

goodbye old friend.

this is kinda a funny first post for this lil dittie...seeing as i dont really drink all that much...you know, like ever. but i remember some good times that centered around sparks...

ooooooh natasha, my silly russian...we spent many eves with nothing but each other, sparks, vodka, and a room full or people to keep us happy...okay so thats kinda a lot and stuff, but those were some damn good times.

now sparks is going to have none of its energy boosting make your drunkness more retarded and crazy ingredients...i guess this means itll be like a wine cooler...in a can?