Also, the sky is blue, the grass is green and Britney Spears needs a smack upside the head.

[apocalypsos]

I have to work tonight when Heroes is premiering. Ah, the season of seeing half of my shows the first time they run a new episode and having to torrent the rest of them the next morning begins. *sighs*

Oh, and I'm not about to join bandom or anything (I still don't like the music enough to care, or at all, really), but Frank from MCR on the LA Ink commercial waiting for Kat Von D, saying, "I got bored, so I thought I'd make myself useful," and carrying around boxes is seriously endearing.

Also, I bought about twenty bucks in fashion magazines yesterday in preparation for my NaNo novel. I usually steer clear of them for the simple fact that ... well, really, who wants to stare at pretty clothes they'll never be able to afford? It's not any more fun when you read it pretending you have an unlimited budget and can have whatever you want.

Oh, and according to Cosmo, the number one thing that men keep private is, "We Masturbate ... a Lot!" That terrifies me, as it implies that the average Cosmo reader might be surprised by that statement. (The other terrifying thing was when Jess said, "Yeah, they can keep that private, 'cause I certainly don't want to see it," and I just kind of had to stand there biting my bottom lip and thinking, "Wait, who am I not watching again?" Seriously, how scary is it that out of the two of us, it's usually the virgin who's less sexually vanilla?)

Theoretically, my laptop is supposed to come home tomorrow. Maybe I should throw a party or something.

Comments

[azurelunatic]

"I Google you." Wow, really?

[faith21.livejournal.com]

*snerk* The last guy I was dating admitted to doing that. (I thought it was cute.)

And yeah, shocker. Like nobody Googles each other.

[azurelunatic]

I am an efficient enough Googlestalker that I can actually find assorted things that no one would have thought I'd have been able to find, in very little time flat. Once some random guy wanted to know how to find a website that he'd seen a link to in a community he'd found by chance, and gave very little identifiable information about that community. I found it in twenty minutes. Of course, I couldn't tell him what it was, since it was way beyond the scope of service, but I found it.

[faith21.livejournal.com]

That's a neat skill, you could probably charge for it.

[azurelunatic]

Probably. I could totally become a private internet detective, digging up crap on people's boring ex-boyfriends.