Wait, what?

Dear Hollywood,

GO FUCK YOURSELF SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW.

How much of an unimaginative castrated wonder do you have to be to think a Dirty Dancing remake is a good fucking idea? NO. NO NO NO, and then NO some more.

My shakes have gone away!

Staples has composition notebooks on sale -- the first five you buy are twenty-five cents each, and every one you buy after that is ninety-five cents.

My desire to buy shiny new school supplies has now been satisfied, and for less than two bucks. :D

This is my new favorite political analogy.

I almost forgot to post this, too.

If anybody cares ...

The current state of my hair:



That would be in desperate need of a dye job, due for a good trim at the bottom in the back, and after I've gone over it all with a hair straightener. I really should have stopped at the Wal-Mart salon for that trim when I ran down to the store earlier, but I didn't even think about it until I was home, so. *shrug*

Um.

I'm sitting alone on my couch in my pajamas, it's seven at night on a Wednesday, and I'm watching some true-crime documentary on A&E.

My mom just drunk-dialed me from Ocean City.

... when did my mom get a more fun social life than me?

EDIT: Oh, apparently she's drunk-dialed everyone on her phone and my dad had to take it away.

You guys, my MOM is on a drunk time-out. *headsmack*

There's something wrong with that boy.

( I made a few gag reel GIFs. )

Three things ...

... about tonight's Top Chef Masters:

1. Hubert's old beard had its own zip code.
2. How is it that I find Rick Bayless kinda hot now but every old photo of him makes him look like a creeper?
3. Watching this is making me hungry, as per usual.

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And also a quick comment on tonight's AGT:

Three of those didn't surprise me and the other two were happy shocks. I'm really happy with everybody who went through, I just wish a few of the ones who didn't had been on during last week's weak round.