Ummmmmm, does anyone else see what I see in this picture?
WTF? Where is Karolina Kurkova’s belly button? EEEEWWWAA! You know what? All that damn money and you couldn’t find a plastic surgeon that was able to save your belly button? No maam. Just give me a healthy dose of anorexia, cause the kid is not trying to explain the alien-ish that is her former belly button AT ALL.
Bet you’ll be watching the Victoria Secret Show (tonight @ 10p on CBS) just to try and catch a glimpse….
See now, yesterday I was feeling like a grouch and didn’t want to post/email/ im/ do anything computer related. But this morning, I woke up on a mission to get to jabber jawing. And guess what? My Road Runner service was down. So I spent almost three hours of my life on the phone with the poor Time Waner rep trying to figure out what in the world was wrong with my internet connection. And just when the ‘Level 3′ rep (yes, I went through three whole levels of rebooting the computer, checking the IP address, plugging and unplugging the same two cords) was about to throw in the towel, back on it came!! You know what….
Ever have those mornings where you feel cranky before you even get out of bed? Well, today was one of those days for me. I tossed and turned for a good hour before I finally dragged myself to the computer. And now I’m late for a meeting. Uuuggghhh. So all that to say, there is no new post- dammit.
Contrary to popular belief the reason I asked you guys what was the youngest age you’d consider dating is not because I’m trying to rationalize hooking up with a 21 year-old (been there, passed on that). Actually, it’s because of a conversation I shared with my girl about an article that ran about a week ago in the NY Daily news. The story covered a 37 year-old Queens teacher who was fired because sleeping with a 17-year-old male model. Normally, I am very anti teachers of any age sleeping with their students (especially if she looks like this one/ see photo). But, I must say the specifics on that case are a tad suspect… the two initially met when he was twelve but they didn’t have sex until he was sixteen. And the kid isn’t exactly “a student” because he’s been overseas working on various campaigns since middle school (read: dude only has a 7th grade education). But I as usual, I digress. So after hearing about all that drama and confusion, naturally I was curious how low you would go…
Today is World AIDS Day. When was the last time you got tested?
Nobody aspires to be the senseless tragedy. Be safe.
And even more importantly, be informed.
Move over Shanna Moakler and Sara Palin, there’s a new patron saint of poor white trash in town. It seems, Cindy Guyer, a model for covers of err-umm romance novels like “Rebellious Bride,” allegedly attacked her estranged husband, Andrew Catapano’s mistress at his fraud trial at Brooklyn federal court.
Let me get this straight- Plaxico Burress, who just signed a five-year, $35 million contract this fall after helping the Giants win a Super Bowl championship last season, shot HIMSELF in the leg at the club this past Saturday night. HUH???
Was it just me or did the Thanksgiving holiday seem so much more meaningful this year?
Don’t get me wrong, I am always thankful for the long weekend, opportunity to reconnect with relatives/ loved ones , long weekend, eat fantabulous food until I pass out and long weekend. But for whatever reason, this year, I found myself really reflecting on all the wonderful people in my life and being humbled by all the blessings that I;ve received over the past year.
And unlike the crazy folks in out in Long Island who trampled a man to death trying to get to the marked down 50′ flat screen TV, it seemed like the vibe of most folks are happy to just have the basics-family, health and a freaking job. I must say, it’s been fun times…
I can’t wait to see what the New Year brings (read: holding my breath until January 20th).
According to 66%, if you had to choose between either never getting married or never having children, the next step is definitely the baby. It seems that procreating is way more important than forming a “perfect union.” Interesting. Deep in my heart, I’ve always believed that true single parents (you know, the ones where there is no co-parent to be found AT ALL) are like the repo man in the hood, some of the most courageous people on the planet.
I on the other hand, like the not so courageous 33%, am gonna choose marriage sans babies.
And no, I did not choose this because I enjoy the luxury of walking around my crib in nothing more than a pair of cotton drawers on a sunny Saturday… I just think that at the end of the day, I’m not built for the whole single parent thing. I need help… A LOT of damn help. Like, therapist, nanny, housekeeper AND dutiful husband type of help. All that crying and dirty diapers and running amuck in the name of childhood- just thinking about it is enough to drive me to drink. Uh-uh, if it’s gonna go down, I need the person that helped created the situation to bear his share of burden (read: a shoulder to tap in the middle of the night when the baby wakes up crying like a wild banshee. ‘Cause you know Mommy needs her beauty sleep). Lord knows, I can barely get my life together, let alone raise a kid solo. No sir, we don’t want that at all.
I have a very delicate sense of smell. It’s sensitive to the point where I tear up and act out over what might be considered to most as a barely perceptible odor. I am admittedly the chick sneaking sniffs of my own arm pits on a regular basis just because… And you know what, I’m okay with that.