My mom tried to teach her the art of fastening the boutonniere on Papa Booth. He's going to heaven for his patience.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
1. The movie was actually pretty entertaining. I'd even venture to say that I'd watch it again. That is a big deal, because for some reason I just always imagined I would hate it. I would avoid watching if it was on TV, I'd always vote against it when choosing a movie to watch with friends, and basically acted as if I were allergic to Anne Hathaway. I don't know how I ended up watching it, but I really liked it. Tee hee. Silly me.
2. You are so dang convincing as a tight lipped, white haired, El Diablo of a fashionista ... it is chilling. You've obviously still got it.
Speaking of things you've still got:
3. You are one hot mother of a grandma. I mean seriously. Like a fine wine, you just become sweeter and sassier with age. I don't actually know anything about wine. But let me show you what I'm talking about:
This is you as a young actress, you pretty lady you...
And this is you as an old actress:
What the freak? Not. Fair. You are obviously taking waaaaay longer than your alotted 5 seconds at the fountain of youth. Save some for the whales.
And when I say "whales"... I really mean "whale"... and when I say "whale"... I actually mean.... "me".
So listen up bub, I'll be 23 in a couple weeks and you are hogging all the sassy youngness. My joints are achey, I have to take pee breaks in the middle of the night, and when I stand up after sitting I hobble around like a troll until my knees un-stiffen.
Curse you, you wretched Youth Hog!
(I didn't mean it. I'm scared of you. And can I have your autograph?)
Monday, April 26, 2010
"Maybe instead of studying for two hours today, I watched George of the Jungle on youtube." -Dear Roommate
Me: "I'm such an emotional baby"
Boy: "Ya right. At dinner group we don't call you Stonewall Jackson for nothing."
Boy: "Well, not to your face."
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Anyways. Whilst I was being a weepy baby I looked in the mirror and realized, that when I cry, I look like the Grinch, but red. My face puffs out to ridiculously unreal proportions and I get red blotches all over my face. Also, it makes my eyelashes look AWESOME.
This is why I'm single.