More Cowbell: January 2006

Tag!

Here's how it goes:

The first player of the game starts with the topic, "5 weird habits about yourself." People who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged, and link to their web-journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog/journal that says "you have been tagged" and tell them to read yours.

Five Weird Habits about Me:

1. I eat my M&Ms in pairs of the same color. I have no idea why. This does not extend to other candy such as Skittles or Reese's Pieces.
2. My bedsheets must match. This wasn't really a problem until my brother got the same size bed as me and would just grab sheets willy-nilly with no regard to color or pattern.
3. I've lived in my apartment since May 2005 and still haven't turned on the gas. It's gotten to the point that I use my oven as another cupboard.
4. I make it a point to spell grey with an e (grey instead of gray). Gray looks gray. Grey looks elegant.
5. I absolutely despise locker rooms. I think they are foul. I've avoided them since high school.

I don't know enough people with blogs to tag, but I felt like sharing my neuroses anyway. This chain ends here, bitches!

Make the bad man stop.

There's a federal government. SOMEONE has to put a stop to these commercials before this giant plastic head starts haunting my dreams.

"If think you look and feel fat, it's probably because you are."

That's the choice quote that opens a new Trimspa commercial. Catchy, isn't it? I say the following while hoping lightning doesn't strike me dead on the spot:

They were better off with Anna Nicole Smith.

Great! Not dead.

Good news and bad news

The good news is I'm taking this opportunity to introduce you to my favorite blog in the whole wide world, Conversations about Famous People. The bad news is after you read the post, you'll probably be projectile vomitting for a good 30 minutes straight.

Enter at your own risk.

Those of you contemplating the existance of a supreme being have your answer. No just and loving God would ever let this happen.

Don't you just hate...

Don't you just hate it when you're nice on the subway and let someone out in front of you only to have that person be possibly the slowest human being alive? Inevitably, this person will walk up the first set of stairs in the middle (preventing you from going around him or her) and then by the time they actually get to the top of the stairs, the subway station is too crowded for you to get around them, so you end up plodding up the second set of stairs behind them to get outside.

Don't you just hate that?

G to the ROWL

As you can see, this picture is not entirely accurate. Her legs should be spread wide open. I can't believe this pregnancy.

Realistically, I should be posting nasty pictures of both Ang and Brad, but I just can't post any recent pictures of him because ever since his marriage has ended, he's been too fug.

I feel so horrible for Jennifer Aniston, and to make my point perfectly clear, anyone I know who as much as thinks about being on "Team Jolie" is getting an unprecedented 24-hour friendship penalty. That's 24 full hours you don't get to be my friend. Brad was silent for months while the tabloids blamed Jen for the marriage's demise ("she doesn't want kids" blah blah blah). He didn't stand up for her publicly, which is just wrong. I hope JenJen goes on Oprah and tells him to grow a set. He's nothing but a spineless coward.

Love from Nancy

"I love brunch... But brunch means Sunday and Sunday is one day away from 5 straight days in this room [the design studio]... and I hate my job so it's pretty much a negative."

Wrong on so many levels.

Apparently Star Jones, like the rest of us, knows her husband is gay.

Nobody's surprised he's a bottom.

Y2K is so 6 years ago

Apparently my Calvin and Hobbes widget is not 2006 compliant. Luckily I have the complete Calvin and Hobbes in my Y2K bunker for emergencies such as this.