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I am pretty darn excited that someone was searching for “sienna miller fur vest” and my humble little blog was one of the top ten results. Just doing my part to make the world a better place, people.
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I am pretty darn excited that someone was searching for “sienna miller fur vest” and my humble little blog was one of the top ten results. Just doing my part to make the world a better place, people.
It’s been a kinda busy week, and I’m recovering from some kind of stomach bug (fun fun fun), but it’s been a good time.
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And while we’re on the topic of celebrities, I have a very important plea for Britney Spears. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WOMAN, WEAR A BRA. Those pregnancy boobs need some support. Please.
1. I was staying at the house one very frigid January and the pipes froze (incompetent plumber had put the plumbers smack up against the outside wall of the house). The water had to be turned off for three days, and I was stuck, unshowered, in the house with a cat who wanted nothing more than to gnaw on my flesh (R.I.P. Leo). I found a case of Pellegrino, which I used for the necessities. Brushing your teeth with fizzy water is quite an experience.
3. Once I was sharing caretaking duties with my stepmother’s nephew. When my dad and stepmother returned home, they found a strange substance plastered to the kitchen wall. They assumed one of had had a cooking accident. Ummh, no, that was the cat. He didn’t like being left in the care of either of us apparently.
4. About three years ago, my dad suggested I make the house look “lived in.” I took this to heart and had a party. It was fun and as far as I know, nothing got broken. I was completely busted upon their return, because I had forgotten to remove the three bags of ice from the fridge.
5. Two summers ago, I walked into the house and went to turn off the burglar alarm, but it indicated that there had been a breach in sector 7G or something like that. I was completely freaked out and could not figure out how the hell anyone had gotten into this extremely well-guarded house. It turned out to be totally not my fault, just a short in the wiring that the system saw as an intruder. Still, I sat outside on the steps waiting for Lord Kissington to show up since I figured there was an axe murderer waiting in the basement for me.
6. Last summer was my first time taking care of the dehumidifier. This is pretty simple. You pull the water tray out, dump out the water, put the tray back, and the machine starts running again. This worked for a couple of days, and then the machine just refused to reset. No matter what I did. I had visions of them coming home to a junglesque sauna. It wasn’t all that bad, but this one was definitely my fault—I had dropped an important part of the water bucket when I was dumping it out. Ooops.
Some of these things weren’t my fault, but I do seem to have bad karma where this house is concerned. Seriously, would you want me watching your place?
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I enjoyed this particular combination of terms:
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I would like to state for the record that I have never called Kate Bosworth a dickhead. (The dickhead in question was actually John Bolton, and a commenters referred to him as such.) I guess someone thinks she is though.
It was kind of a dull weekend. It seemed like everyone I know was out of town, so Lord Kissington (as Brian is to be known from now on) and I just chilled. Yesterday, we went to the (relatively) new movie theater next to the
I don’t know why I have had so little to say for the last week. I’ve been busy (trying not to scratch the 60 mosquito bites I got last weekend and trying to convince myself I'm not going to get West Nile virus), but more than that, I’ ve been really uninspired. The only idea I’ve had in the last couple of days was a post about how I lack a green thumb and kill all plants I come into contact with. And really, even just typing that sentence, it feels dull dull dull, so I scrapped that idea. Maybe it’s the midsummer doldrums, or I’m just overwhelmed by the heat. This kind of weather does out me into a bit of a funk.
Enough navel-gazing.
I have come to the interesting conclusion that wedding planning makes me feel like my head is going to explode. I now understand completely why people elope. All this work for one night—all I can say is, I better have a damn good time at that party. Once you get engaged, suddenly, you are the “bride.” Every time I talk to anyone lately, they ask me how the wedding planning is going. Most people are surprised at how little I have done. This really shouldn’t be surprising to anyone who knows. I am lazy and well known for my procrastinating skills. But people seem to expect that I’ll overcome all my bad personality traits and suddenly become this fantastically well-organized bride person. Somehow, I just don’t see that happening, people. Once a couch potato, always a couch potato.
I have written anything about celebrities in ages, so with the whole Jude Law/nanny scandal, I really can’t keep myself from commenting. Please check out the cover of this week’s issue of US Weekly. Please tell me this image is photoshopped. If not, I think we have an explanation: this couple is not meant to be. Sienna, you cannot marry a man whose HEAD IS TWICE THE SIZE OF YOUR’S. I think we should all be grateful to Jude’s roving eye for finally pushing US regulars Brad/Angelina, Jessica Simpson, and Lindsay “Skeletor” Lohan off the cover, if only for a week.
Is it a bad sign when you look in the mirror and realize that you put your top on inside out? Luckily, I noticed this before I left the house this morning. Sigh.
I have been pretty quiet lately, and I had big plans for a long post today, but I’ve put them on hold for the moment because of today’s events. I love