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One Big World

Kreayshawn- "Gucci Gucci"

I love this video for several reasons.

1) It's trashy.

2) This one particular verse: "I got the swag and it's pumping out of my ovaries."

3) Kreayshawn's sidekick looks identical to one of my best friends. The hair, the glasses, the jean vest, etc.

4) The hook is sweet. So are the beats. What else are you going to do but listen?

Carmen Sandiego

Evan Rachel Wood rocking Gucci

This Trick!

This trick doesn't know when to stop.

This sequined, hooded, mistake takes the cake.

Kudos to you Lilo for wearing this out in public.

Lack Of Discretion

There is a fine line between human sensitivity

and curiosity.

I hate it when people lack sense and tack,

and ask inappropriate questions during public addresses

and presentations.

Yes, it is tolerable to overlook others stupidity,

but when they lack sensitivity and

ask the presenter, in front of a room full of people,

as to why they have some type of bodily handicap,

I can't help but be angry.

Discretion, I guess, is a learned technique.

These Two Tricks!

Okay these two tricks are engaged.

Evan Rachel Wood and Marilyn Mason.

Reportedly, Marilyn proposed to Evan after one of his concerts.

You Can Call Me On The Telephone

You know in the movies, the classic cliche scene where a pay phone is ringing, the main character answers it, and the killer is on the other line. You have all seen it played out in lots of horror movies and thrillers. I've always had the urge to answer a ringing pay phone and I finally got the chance to last weekend.

I was sitting in the ER waiting room in a hospital last saturday waiting for my ride, when the pay phone in the room began to ring. I knew this was finally my chance to live out my dream. I let it ring at least five times before I went over to answer it.

On the line was not a killer but an older lady, at least 5o years old. She said hello and then asked for some man ( I can't remember the name). I told her that the number she called was for a payphone inside the emergency waiting room. She then proceeded to tell me that it wasn't. This then escalated into an argument as the lady was sure she called some number for one of the hospital rooms. She was adamant that it was the correct number and that I was lying. The other people in the waiting room who were watching, began to laugh at the conversation. I argued for a while but then I realized that she would never believe me. I again stated that she had the wrong number and then hung up the phone.

Answering the ominous pay phone was not quite the experience I thought it would be, but it was still more entertaining then just letting it mysteriously ring.

Would You Hit It?

Oh this is old but still priceless. Shia LaDouche in his prime hiding from the paparazzi. Paper Bagging it hard core style with a garbage bag over his cast and a 99 cent Arizona Ice Tea can. Priceless and trashy, but still Would You Hit It?

P.s.- Shia is priceless in the epic Eagle Eye. Watch and cry...

This beats all!

I thought these episodes were over. I guessed wrong.

This is Lady Caca in her Ultimate Glory....

Gold Star!

It Gets Better...

I am speechless.

Lady Caca in her Greatness.

All I Can Say...

All I can really say about this hair-style faux-pas is WOW. Lady Gaga never fails to create unique costume-y debacles. Kudos to the giant pie.

The Glimmer-Bot returns!

All is at buzz that Adam Lambert finally admitted that he was indeed "gay", but this is not getting me excited. What is getting me all in a "twitter" is that Adam Lambert made this admission to RollingStone Magazine and he is going to be on the cover! What a surprise! I can't wait till this arrives in my mailbox as well, but chances are I'm not going to destroy the cover, but rather laugh hysterically in a told you so manner:

"But this glamour-bot will be gracing the pages of many magazines (Maybe even RollingStone ?) for years to come. "  (A previous post)

This Trick!

This pants-less lady, this trick that isn't for kids, is on the cover of the RollingStone? I just can't wait for this issue to arrive in my mailbox so I can vomit onto the cover, or at least rip off the cover and throw darts at it. This is the most epic thing I have seen all week and it's only half way through...

All the Glimmer is gone.

All the glimmer and sparkles are now absent from my life.

The glamour-whore did not win American Idol.

See this is what happens when you don't vote... Coffee shop musicians (ie-Kris) win the most glamourous title of them all- American Idol. Kris, including his puppy eyes, doesn't really deserve to be prom queen. We all know he won't be wearing the sash and tiara for very long. He will be forgotten. But this glamour-bot will be gracing the pages of many magazines (Maybe even RollingStone?) for years to come. 

I Don't Speak Simpleton, Sorry...

So apparently I don't speak Simpleton and that I also shouldn't be working in the service industry. Well, at least that's what I have been told as of late. Recently, at work, where I am employed by a Mondo corporation as a lowly Barista, I was told by a customer that I "shouldn't be working with the public"

This is how it went down:

The customer (male, middle aged, driving a restored Red GMC truck) blows past the speaker (Where most people place their order in the Drive-Thru) and pulls up directly to the window. I greet him and say "You missed the speaker." He replies: "Yeah. well....I don't drink this shit. It's for my wife. I don't know what she said. Some words. I don't know." I then ask what I could get for him. He repeats again that he doesn't drink this shit and then says "Give me some words. Give me the longest word you got." I offer some suggestions but no really I am not giving out the right words or options for this gentleman. I give out some more words but no none of them are right that I have listed. He then says that "The girls guessed it right last time." So I reply that perhaps maybe he should "get his wife to write it down next time." This pisses him off cuz I can't read his mind so I ask the other girl working in the drive thru if she knows. She takes a guess and the first thing she lists ( a Caramel Macchiatto) is the correct one (even though it was one of the options that I had first listed off). He then says "This girl knows what she is talking about. You wern't any help!". I had then had enough of this Redneck so I left the window. My co worker handed out his shit drink and he then told her that I shouldn't be "working with the public." 

I now aplogize to the general public for being so overly offensive at all time and for serving them piece of shit beverages daily. From this Rednecks statement I have now decided that I will refrain from "working with the public" for as long as I shall live. I have now decided to never venture out in public, and will work from the confines of my lair(home). I additionally apologize for not having the ability to understand the Simpleton dialect as well as lacking the ability to speak it. "Me talk good english!"

The Quest is over

The Twilight Quest has now ended!

I saw nothing, No one- though I did read that the cast of New Moon were out trolling around Vancouver last week.

The closest thing to a group of twi-hards was a trio of girls doing a photo shoot with a hotel sign(The hotel I presume R-patz resides). I was eating a Japa-Dog on the sidewalk and out busts this screeching trio, cameras in hand, posing with the sign of the hotel (WTF??). I almost choked on my hotdog. And this was no two second Kodiak moment. Nope. It was a full blown photo shoot lasting approx. 20 minutes.

The cast was roaming around the streets (In clubs, eateries, H&M) but I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Quest is over. I failed....

p.s.

Thanx Lainey!