I think I am going to have a bottle of wine for dinner tonight.
Something's got to put out the fire of total self loathing that went smoldering above the dressing room earlier this evening when I tried to find something snappy to wear for tomorrow’s festivities.
Thank god you can always depend on new shoes to perk your ass up during such horrible encounters.
This is by far, my favorite test I’ve come across, so I will actually do as the others do and post the results …
Which David Lynch character are you most like?
At any rate, yes, the rumors fluttering around are true. When I wake up tomorrow, I will be thirty. But, I figure if I don’t go to sleep at all tonight that’ll put that off for awhile.
That, or keep driving west.
Over the hill jokes are, of courses, retarded and passe.
Oh, I know- you don’t believe me now kids, but you will.
Oh yes, you will.
So enjoy your Britney years while you can. Then, when the time comes I will have you tear down your BSB posters, put down your bottle of Apple Pucker and let you sit at the grown-up table.
We’ll drink Manhattans and have ourselves a laugh and I’ll tell you all my secrets.
Don't worry, I'll save you a comfy seat. See you soon!