we're only gonna die from our own arrogence...

i am in a strange daze of exhaustion from doing absofuckinglutley nothing today. well except cleaning my house and putting my shit in the closet so that i have a normal semblence of a dining room table for once. and we're going out in about 20 minutes and i am sitting her in a tank top and barefoot with quite an afro yet i'm too lazy to get up and do anything about it. but i will. i assure you. but first i must write.
i love when i listen to 2 different versions of songs in a row. like 'we're only gonna die...' by bad religion first, then by sublime. it is a fun thing to do.
i finally went to the website perezhilton.com today, which is chock full of naughty gossip and dirty pictures of our favorite celebrity obsessions (and some girl who looks like lindsey lohan's vagina. i mean, full on vagina. it was very disturbing. and there was a weird tattoo. ew.)(and a very ugly picture of courtney love's cleavage. all fake tanned and horrid) but it also said that jared leto aka jordan catalano--he who loves to lean-- hates bloggers. and hopes they die a slow painful death. i wouldn't even presume to be a blogger whom he carries a hateful torch for, cuz what do i write about? my daughter being sick, and weird looking vaginas for christ sake. however, i must say that jared leto is in a fucking gayass emo band right now, and is all about the eyeliner, and from someone who has almost run him over, i say, along with other important bloggers who must have pissed him off down the line, fuuuuuuuuck off and stop playing that godforsaken music. (for the record, i have never even heard a song by jared leto's band. thus confirming his stated theory that bloggers do no research before posting their opinons. oh, jared! you got me!)
did anyone else watch the yankee celebration last night (fourhundredfuckingtimes?) so much sexual tension going on...derek jeter all like, "i hug aROD all the time, we've been together for a long time..." oh derek, rub my rod! also, that ugly bugeyed reporting lady who randy johnson so wanted to bang...he kept pouring the champagne all over her bug eyes...and all the while she was telling mariano that he makes her wet. i couldn't BELIEVE the shannanigans i was hearing from these people. the yankees were definately DRUNK off their balls.
my iPod is being a ballsack, for the record. i cannot add any cds for some reason. like, they're there, in words, but no music. well, i'm off to get ready for flava's favorite (and ours...) Red Lobster For The Sea Food Lover In You...
(admit it, its in ya head now).