Things that I love: Jimmy Fallon, Tina Fey, Don Draper, LOST, Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run” and choreographed dance sequences. It’s things like this that remind me that I should really be working in television. I can’t sing, but man can I dance. And all I want to do is DANCE!
Also, Betty White really reminds me of my nana.
Filed under BEST Things Ever, TV FANatic
Remember that episode of The Office where they find out that one of the employees from the newly-merged Stamford branch is an ex-con? And Michael get’s all offended because he thinks the employee is making jail sound better than Dunder-Mifflin? So he creates “Prison Mike” to let them know that prison is nothing but dropping the soap and eating gruel? Well, “Prison Mike” was wrong, because Lil Wayne is making jail seem like the life I want to have.
When Weezy isn’t making new music (which I can’t even do from my apartment, go figure), he’s apparently blogging about everything that is sport. So Sports Illustrated decided to send him some sheets of their letterhead and asked him to write about the U.S. Open. “The U.S. Open, 100 words, go!” And trust me, giving things to people in jail is not easy. I tried to give my business card to a murderer once and they had to test it for a day to make sure it wasn’t laced with drugs. This is a completely true story.
Wayne “simply adores” Maria Sharapova, but is giving the edge to Kim Clijsters on the women’s side. And obviously, he’s backing Rafa for the men. It’s things like this that make it good to wake up in the morning. Respectfully, Kelly.
Filed under BEST Things Ever, Other People's Stuff, Wide World Of Sports
Good idea.
So there’s good ideas and there’s bad ideas.
Good idea: meeting up with childhood friends you haven’t seen since Christmas. Bad idea: several pomegranate margaritas on an empty stomach.
The good idea brought me to drinks with one of my oldest friends, Theresa, and a good three hours of serious gossip. The bad idea left me eating three bowls of ravioli at 9pm, texting/bbm-ing everyone in my phonebook and passing out watching the Rachel Zoe Project (coincidentally, RZP had its best episode of all time last night, I. Die.).
Even with a pounding headache, I can see the silver lining this morning. Good times with great friends are priceless. Gallons of water and carbs can cure anything. And I didn’t wake up covered in Cheet (that’s what we call Cheeto dust – don’t steal it, it’s trademarked).
Filed under BEST Things Ever, The Crazy People I Call My Own
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