Things and stuff

Overheard conversations this weekend:

"I think you need to come over and babysit my cats while we bug-bomb the apartment. If you're not going to take the cats then you are of no use to me. Michael just got paid today so, I mean, we only have a limited amount of time to bomb the apartment. I am sick of the rats. Can't you just take the cats?"

"Oh really? Well our child is dead."

"I'm bored. Why don't we call Timmy?"
(said in the middle of a movie in the theater, like calling someone on a cell while in the auditorium is even remotely a polite thing to do)

Sigh. I can't believe the weekend is basically over. How in the hell does it always go by so fast? I am sitting here watching TMWTGG, having myself a Moore-fest, preparing for what is yet to come. *Swoon* The weather outside today was brilliant. Sunny with a cool breeze. It was wonderful. Now that the hurricane storms are gone, it is great out there.

I shall have to pack it up and call it a night. Another day of slavery will be here soon enough.

Damn. I spaced out just then, LOL. Holy crap. Yeah. It's time to go to bed. I was staring at Roger Moore and typing and then boom, I was lost in another universe. Ok, kids. But before I go, allow me to ask this of MTV: why in the fuck have they given Paris Hilton a show to find a new best friend? What is the meaning of this? I flipped by there earlier and saw some chick in these huge red glasses having a breakdown and I was like, "Is this really what it's come to?" Made me flashback to that skit Bob and David did on the Night of Too Many Stars where Bob sings, "I wanna be famous. 'Cause I'm American. Please make me famous!" We are there, dudes, we are there. Because someone is American or lives in America, s/he thinks fame needs to be handed out gratis. God help us.



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