Thursday, December 9, 2010

go back to sparta...spartacus

*note: was supposed to publish this yesterday. blogpress not cooperating. blogpress-a either had her period and/or just was being a stubborn biotch. anywho found my way around the issue somehow. why are chicks soo complicated?!

all eyes were at the garden last nite. nationally televised on espn game. #8 michigan state vs #7 syracuse. clash of two top ten teams. jimmy v classic.

chants of an overrated cuse team this year. even our coach jimmy b boeheim sez so himself (boo). I semi believed it with our sh!tty performances this far. but my weepy over-optimistic @ss (well oiled due to 24 years as a woeful mets fan) always had faith in my orange.

well when the orange colored pixy dust cleared last nite, 72-58 was the score. domination orange furballs.

I must've watched sportscenter highlights like 5 times this morning. got goose bumps seeing this headline on amazeballs night. only thing missing was otto.

where the f*ck was he?! looked for him all game long.I figured he was a) snowed in syracuse b) diligently studying for finals back in syracuse c) drunk past out at the bathroom stall after pregamming hard at the bar. can you imagine crouching down at the stalls and seeing otto's feet? funny sh!t

it's one of those ya had to be there moments. and last nite at the garden was one of those ya had to be there games. pure sheer fun. go orange. go cuse.

ps on the "note": this post would've been more "powerful" if posted/read yesterday. sh!t gets stale after 2 days in my bloggy post bread pantry. blogpress-a you're sucha kill joy. bioootch.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

godiva chocolate infused "kick" vodka

I mean they don’t need to make alcohol taste like candy for me to drink it. but who am I to complain?

I may just turn over a new leaf and become a vodka drinker. figure the hangover isn’t as bad as a whiskey hangover. I know. gasp. its just the old age thing. finally creeping up and kicking me in the @ss. but not like a love tap kick. its like crank back wind up “woooosh” karate kid-esqe kick in the @ss. almost like putting the leg in a slingshot and just letting ‘er rip right on my tush.

my liver is laughing with glee. its finally gotten its revenge after two decades of plotting to get me back for all the liver-ache ive put him/her thru.

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Friday, December 3, 2010

michael michael kors hamilton camo "modern" convertible tote

add this mission to my bucket list.

before I die I die I die, I need to get this bag. what irks me even more-er is I saw a chick at bloomies w/it last nite and it looked hawt. hot. en fuego. torched. bonfire. stick a fork in me im on fire!

confession: I saw this bag [b!tch] on like a month ago. the only reason I didn’t pull the trigger and buy it (yes, I have some sorta shopping restraint) it looked waay to big and I couldn’t use the macys coupon. ugh. whatta farty farce. ok. 2 reasons.

ok, I lied. another reason: macys doesn’t take bloomingdales cards. like ewe. I mean department stores are department stores, its like a modern family (if you watch the tv show, unlike me you would know what this means. and/or if you live in the 21st century [yes, that’s now. 2010] that’s pretty much every family these days. the only things blood-ly related these days in families are the pet hamsters [well, how convenient is inbreeding?])

ok. lost my train of thought. anywho. my point is bloomingdales cards should be accepted anywhere. like I should be able to buy a skinny latte at starbucks w/my bloomies store card. preach sista! preeeeach!

ok. I lied. thought of another reason: thought I couldn’t fit my fat arm around the bag strap, and use like a shoulder bag. apparently not. chick at bloomies last nite had no problemo doing so. which pee’d me off even more!

because you know why?...

of course is sold out!

and you know what?...

I want it even more!

gosh. im sucha model shopping addict. someone get me a shrink! and a drink!

happy [not black] friday.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

the script science & "hot" faith

im itching like I got bed bug bitty bites to listen to this album!

the hottie band from the emerald isle’s newest album drops in the good ole u.s. of a january 18, 2011. however, the lucky (naturally) irish were able to snag this album back in september. guess the motherland home country gets 1st dibs. boo.

plus on itunes (yes im starting to buy music. its apparently a federal offense to steal music. boo) they only give you a preview of the 1 song “officially” released.

so this impatient arse (definition: @ss in british, and maybe even irish) decides. I cannot wait. so, in the midst of blogging this post, I go on and purch@ss this album for £10.68. its set to dispatch (british proper noun for shipping) tomorrow! woo hoo. for those of you dyyyyying to convert that to dollars, go knock yourself out. I can care less. tho if you do find out, feel free to email/comment/call/e.t. phone home me the total…

cant remember the last actual cd I bought…

nope still cant remember…


I hope a cd is a cd. not like stoopid dvds that have weirdo formats. I mean, you kno, ive been outta the whole buying cds game for a long hot minute. im kinda outta the loop.

ps: since im like soooo intuitive and smart (ha) notice the u.s. drop date on the script’s official website reads 1/18/10. someone had year-ities. my newly documented discovered human-psycho-neuro diagnosed disease where one keeps typing the year before even after the turn of the new year. this because of the muscle memory has atrophied in the brain and its thinking it’s the year before because of habit. evidence of my smart @ss here

in lay-man’s terms. its 2011, and you dummy keep typing/writing 2010. generally, the disease cures itself after a couple months and/or your type-o caused a natural computation disaster whereas you’ve learned your lesson not to type 2010 ever every again. dude. imagine if you typed on a birth certificate the little whipper (whipper-a in espanol) being borned 1/3/2010, instead 1/3/2011.

tho 1 benefit of being a year older than you are, you get to drive a year early. or more importantly drink “legally” at 21. but seriously who really drinks their 1st alcoholic drink at 21?........

pps: wow this is a wordy post. note to self: shut your pie hole and get back to work!

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