Dear America: If you can't take the jokes on my blog or think they're funny in the way they were intended, then STOP READING MY BLOG. I don't need mean comments or rude emails telling me to ease up on outfits the celebrities wear. They are JOKES - get it? Also, for the record, with the exception of TC (who I'd still ask for a picture, who are we kidding), I also don't make fun of anyone I *actually* hate. If I hated them, they would not be found on my blog. Ever. There are certain celebrities (who I won't even mention by name because they're already media whores and don't need any extra attention) who will never be on here. Period. Yes, they also wear ridiculous outfits, but I don't care. They can cease to exist and I still wouldn't care or mention them. So, stop crying. I'm just being snarky. Nothing personal, m'kay?3) Flying
Tomorrow I'm flying to California for Thanksgiving and I'm already nervous. You'd think someone who enjoys traveling as much as I do would be fine, or at least be used to it. But, nope. Still hate it. Of course, being a fan of the show Lost doesn't really help matters. Every little bump and I think the tail section is going to fly off into a mystical island.
4) Chatty Cathys
This moring at the Post Office the one man in front of me was there to TALK to the man helping him. He didn't have any business to conduct; didn't have any mail to send. He wanted to chat (and possibly sell something, although I can't be sure). There's a person at work that I dread asking a question because they never stop talking once you get them started. Now, I understand the joy found in chatting, I do. I'm a big fan. But, there's a time and a place for it and when people are busy/waiting in line/in a rush, then that is definitely NOT the time.