GIP!

Heh. I'm so freaking obsessed, aren't I? ;) And I'm really tempted to make an animated Kris icon of her with her little ponytails with the caption, "And Jonathan was hurt and I would have kissed his little boo boo but then I realized he was a BAD monkey so I KICKED HIM IN HIS FACE," as a Bubbles reference.

Yup, obsessed. *g*

In other news, spotted on IMDB ... Lindsay Lohan has been accused of lip-syncing during a supposedly live TV performance of two debut album tracks, just weeks after Ashlee Simpson's controversial Saturday Night Live embarrassment. The actress-turned-singer appeared on popular American show Good Morning America on Monday to preview her eagerly-anticipated LP Speak, but phone lines were subsequently jammed by viewers complaining she'd mimed the words and blatantly missed her cues. One said she did "a woeful job of lip-syncing her way through two mind-numbingly generic Britney Spears/Ashlee cast-offs", adding, "She looked like she hadn't even bothered to learn the songs properly." But representatives for Lohan insist she sung every word of the tunes "Rumors" and "Over" with the aid of a "backing track". Good Morning America spokeswoman Bridgette Maney says, "All musical artists that perform on Good Morning America are required to perform live. On occasion, artists will have a backing track to support their live vocals." In October Ashlee Simpson dashed from the Saturday Night Live stage when a guide track she was using started before she was expecting it to.

I caught a few minutes of that performance, and it couldn't have been more obvious that she was lip-syncing. And if I hear any more of this "backing vocals" bullshit, I'm going to throw a fit. You notice it's only these moronic pop princesses who get caught pulling this crap, and you'd think if anything would bring them down, it'd be this kind of stunt. But, nooooooooooo. It's one thing if it's Michael Jackson or Madonna, who are doing heavy-duty dancing during their performances and would need the backing vocals, but the most strenuous thing these chicks do is walk back and forth. Grr.

I really need to stop eating so much crap.

I just figured out that between apple juice, orange juice, hot chocolate, Gatorade, and water, I haven't had any soda since last Thursday. Yay, me! *happy dance* :)

Now all I have to do is keep it up, which isn't so hard when you figure out what you like to drink that isn't soda. (Next up on the list of Stuff I Need To Cut Out Of My Diet ... chips, the excessively buttered and salted popcorn I eat at the movies, and Cheetos. *sigh* This could take a while.)

EDIT: Right now, I'd kill for some superpowers. Not the one I usually ask for, which is a purse that always has the exact amount of money you need in it whenever you look inside -- which isn't really a superpower but is just really, really useful -- but the ability to skip past this whole "workday" thing and go straight to curling up on my bed tonight and watching Lost. Gyah. I think having to narrow all of my fannish inclinations down to only three shows is making me more goofy about all of them. :)

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Dear dumbass customers,

I realize that I am wearing a T-shirt that says "Bites when provoked," but the next one of you who inquires how much you'd have to provoke me to get me to really bite you gets fed to zombies. Yes, zombies. I have a spare member of the walking dead in my office, and I'm not afraid to use him.

Sincerely,

Me

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Dear Bill O'Reilly,

You know, if this were junior high and there was still that rule about how when you pick on someone or call them names or talk about them all the time, you have a crush on them, then I would totally believe you want to make dirty phone calls to Howard Dean. Dude, he did not kill a bunch of orphans or beat up a nun or play pinball with Satan. Chill.

Sincerely,

Me

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Also, Oh-Woe-Is-Me-Ooooo had me take over the front counter so she could take a walk. Yeah, you heard that right. Man, I wish I could just grab somebody else in the office and have them take over my job so I could take a friggin' walk. *growls*

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I just had someone ask me if her package to New Mexico needed a different label, like the international one she needed when she shipped to Puerto Rico. *dies laughing*

I suppose telling her that "New Mexico" is not short for "New and Improved Mexico, With Extra Spicy Accented Action and Whitening Formula!" wouldn't have gone over so well.

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Everybody on my friends list is screaming and yelping about the end of tonight's Lost and I'm really mad because I'm stuck here at work going, "What in the friggin' hell just happened?!" and I don't care if I love getting spoilers any other time because if anybody spoils the ending for me now I will not responsible for my actions and I'll probably pelt people with anvils using only the power o my own deranged mind and any judge would let me off the hook and ARGH.

...

Ahem.

Home now? *whimper*

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( Thoughts on tonight's Lost )

CASTAWAY OF EDIT: Tonight, I described my obsession with Lost by saying, "I have no idea what the fuck is going on, nothing makes any goddamn sense, and yet I can't stop watching." Which sounds about right, doesn't it? :) (It also makes it sound like a serious traffic accident between two rubber chicken trucks driven by sentient squids, but whatever.)