OMG YOU GUYS.

So my mom took me with her today to trade in her Mini Cooper (we're at the dealership right now) and while we were in the car she told me that one of my best friends in high school -- the one who was a female impersonator back then (but claimed not to be gay), and was a cop, and lost a lot of weight until he ended up looking like Jake Gyllenhaal -- has pictures of himself online IN DRAG.

*freaks*

I need to find those photos. Oh, holy crap. I think I'm going to panic.

He'd be so fucking hot in drag. *flappyhands*

Please feel free to go fuck yourselves.

A senior Vatican cleric has defended the excommunication of the mother and doctors of a nine-year-old girl who had an abortion in Brazil after being raped [by her stepfather].

Cardinal Giovanni Battista Re, head of the Catholic church's Congregation for Bishops, told the daily La Stampa on Saturday that the twins the girl had been carrying had a right to live.

This is such a fucking repugnant inhuman response I can't even ... I don't ... ALL I CAN SEE IS RED.

You know ....

... if they sped up all of the slo-mo shots of flags flying and people running in Pearl Harbor, the movie would probably be an hour long.

SO. What have I accomplished today?

1. I ordered a dress to wear to interviews.
2. I finished an entire plate of food at Cracker Barrel.

That second one, my mom considered a major accomplishment. I'm notorious for not finishing everything on my plate when I'm out to eat at a restaurant. My father hates it. I told my mom we should take a picture to shock the hell out of him. ;)

That's ... about it, really. Unless you count me tolerating the obtuse dialogue in this freakin' movie.

I really want to write something, but every time I think about writing my headache gets worse.