Poppy Cedes

Gap? What Gap?

(Thanks to GMMR)

*I was so lusty that I wrote head instead of neck up there. Siiiigh.

My face feels tight, and has for days. I’m convinced this month has aged me approximately 20 years. Sucky.

Happy Halloween! Now, please go get your brain ett.

Thank you.

(Photo shamelessly stolen from ACW.)

I am currently instant messaging with my co-worker directly across the hall. I am such a dork.

I just bought Britney’s Blackout album. I’m going to hell now.

I have a coupon for a free Starbucks beverage. It’s been in my wallet for almost a month now. It expires at the end of this month, which is tomorrow. I’m not sure why, but I always feel awkward about using coupons. Aren’t coupons for crazy people? I know they’re fundamentally for saving money, but… Whenever I think of coupons I think of a family member who will not be named going so hardcore on the coupons that she actually GOT BACK money from the grocery store every week that she shopped. I’m not kidding. She’d buy about $100 worth of groceries and get back $3.50. And that’s with buying things like meat. How the fuck is that possible? Don’t ask me, I don’t know.

My friend J sent me an email yesterday to tell me that the Red Sox WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!!! AGAIN!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! I so need a TV. Congrats to my boys. :) :) :)

I really wish Netflix would let Macs view movies on demand. I really wish Rosetta worked properly without memory leaks in Leopard so I could BootCamp in a supported way and then reload Windows onto my Mac so that I could use Netflix. But, really, again, I just wish Netflix would let Macs view movies on demand. (Raise your hand if you followed along on that.)

Is Lady Sovereign popular anymore? I never visit Perez Hilton (not linking, find it for yourself) anymore to know.

One. more. thing. : If you are not enjoying the rotating tagline at the top of the blog then you are not living. I refresh my page just to get the next quote and I’m the one who chose them and put them there. I entertain myself.

Stop dressing your six year old like a skank

As requested by Bearette, a kitty photo:

Ripley sleeping on the mail.

Everyday on my way to work I rehearse a new monologue for anyone who chooses to give me shit for walking on the grass. It often involves reminding them about pavement permanently killing grass.

Yes, you all complained about me being on Blogger. What you didn’t know (except a few of you who stumbled over here by accident) is that I was already in the process of switching over.

Thanks to Joefish for all his hard work to get me moved over to this beautiful new blog. I love it here. :) :) :) I think I probably owe him about 825,000,000 favors for putting up with me, but … well, I guess I can make vlogs where I kick at stuff and say “rawr” and those count as favors?

Please feel free to grab a lemon drop, look around (up, down, to the side, all around, lots of treasures here), and tell me what you think. Any negative comments will, of course, be deleted immediately since this is a dictatorship. (Um, I mean, thank you for your constructive criticism. :D )

PS – Yes, this was the secret from before. :)