My new tattoo!

Beth told me that it wouldn't hurt that bad to get it on my side.  Beth is a liar.  I would have done it anyway, though.  Please excuse the weird veins on my arm, I don't know what that's about, but I promise they usually don't look like that. 

Dear fridge full of Sparks,

I love you.  That being said, I hate you.

Joyce

Dear My Blog,

I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you... we'll talk soon.  Promise.

Kisses,

Joyce

OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!

I saw this the other day and died inside (in the ABSOLUTE best way possible).  

Yeah, yeah, Lost will be back in January (on my half birthday, if we want to get technical).  That's not what I'm beyond super stoked about... do you see who's right in the middle??? That's right, DESMOND!!! I was so scared that since they were off the island they were going to knock him back out of being a main character, and I just can't live with that!!! As I've said before, if they ever kill him, I'm out!  Best. Character. Ever.

Also, on an almost equally import note, the producers have said that Vincent will make it safe and sound through the end of the series.  Hooray! (Yeah, I get really excited when he pops up in episodes.  And yeah, I cried when they launched the raft and he chased it into the water trying to get to Walt.)

If you haven't seen this yet, you MUST watch it!  

While I still can't say I'm a fan (and probably never will), The Fray have found a loophole into my heart by forever linking themselves to the 2 shows I love the most, Scrubs and Lost.  Damn them!  And lets not lie, I teared up the first time I watched it (I am still not over Charlie's death and now Jin's(???) and I'm SUCH a girl about the Penny/Des situation).  

Wow, I just nerded out to the max!  

Hair metal is good for you

I've come to the realization that I may be the worlds worst blogger.  I'd really like to blog more often and with better content, but those things don't really seem to go hand-in-hand, so I'm content blogging less often if it means I think my blogs are a little less 'blah' (and maybe you, my dear readers (all 5 of you), will think so too).  

I've had a lot of things happen in the last 2 weeks that would probably make for decent bloggin' and maybe I'll sit down later and write that blog, but not right now... I'd like to take this opportunity to write a quickie about something else.

Lets be honest, we all saw this coming... hell, I even had the "pleasure" about two years ago of listening to a couple of the tracks from the album, so I knew how bad it was going to be ahead of time... but I hoped- nay!- prayed that some miracle would occur and we'd all be wrong.  All this does is feed to my suspicion that there is no God, or that if there is, he is, in fact, the vengeful, spiteful God of the Old Testament.  So, I guess I'll go ahead and officially say this for the record... Chinese Democracy is shit.  I blame it 100% on Axl (as he is really the only member of the Guns N' Roses we know and love that is still a part of Guns N' Roses).  Wait.  No.  I blame it on his stupid hair... remember when he didn't have his cornrows, or dreads, or whatever the hell they are?  Yeah...GN'R kicked some ass back then.  Yes, he was still a douche, yes, they all were out of their minds fucked up on whatever they could get into their bodies, but they fucking ruled.  They were hair metal at it's best!  Now, not so much.  It makes me sad.  For those of you that know me (or pay attention when you read my blog... you shouldn't, bad idea, it'll make you dumber), you may have gathered that I kinda love GN'R.  I mean, I have a pup named Slash and had a goldfish named Axl Rose (R.I.P. lil' buddy!  Sorry Freddie Mercury gave you the fish AIDS)... Poor Axl is probably rolling in his toilet bowl grave!  Luckily Slash is too much of a spaz to ever know what's going on (plus human Slash will still rock your face off).  And should I ever get married, I fully plan on rocking the wedding dress from "November Rain."  Yeah, I'm that cool.

OK, I feel like I've rambled enough... this whole thing probably could be condensed into a much shorter (as was my intention) blog, i.e. the following two sentences: Chinese Democracy sucks balls.  Fuck you 'new' Axl. 

Know what the best part of driving a box truck in crazy winds on about 45 minutes of sleep is?  Yeah, me either... awful!

They're real! They're real!

This was originally what I was going to blog about, but I was sidetracked by how awesome I think I am.

Today I walked into the middle of a cute boy meeting!  I was almost starting to believe that they only existed in my head and in legends... it's not true, they're real and I saw it with my own eyes!!!  Like I told Beth, I think you can only find them when you're not looking though, you know, like unicorns and chupacabras.  It was glorious!  I can't even begin to imagine what they were talking about, but lets be honest, it doesn't even matter.  So to you nay sayers I say, believe... and one day you too may find yourself in the middle of a cute boy meeting!

And yes, Beth and Misty, I'm working on a trap to catch some to bring to you both.

And yes again, it kinda sucked cause I had to go to the bathroom, but I was not about to go in front of the gathering.