the countdown begins

five days, edward. you will be mine.*




*on DVD.

i sure hope you're right, stars

my horoscope today:

It's difficult for you to maintain your sense of playfulness today because a volatile emotional interaction may raise serious issues. You could even doubt your own wisdom now, especially if your current strategy hasn't brought you any closer to happiness. But don't make any drastic changes to your plan. Your perspective will change in the weeks ahead and you might just realize then that everything is on course, whether or not you can see it that way right now.

FML.

Today, my cat was in the bathroom with me. I was getting undressed to get into the shower. My cat looked at me after I undressed and then proceeded to throw up all over the rug. FML

when a friend introduced me to the blog F*** MY LIFE a few weeks ago, i thought it was juvenile and beneath my sensibilities, and i quickly tossed it aside.

'this is certainly not deserving of my daily blogroll,' i thought.

then it kinda just stayed on my browser list, for some reason. so i looked again. and again. and now, much like an infectious tween pop song or a bad chick flick, this silliness has grown on me.

basically, anon's write in with their embarrassing or upsetting stories, in short doses.

Today, I was giving a friend a neck rub, when she started to breathe heavily. So I figured she was getting into it, so I started kissing her neck, she then turns around and says "Tell my room mate I'm having an asthma attack." FML

some make me laugh out loud, thanks to my juvenile sense of humor. others are mortifying. still others are either blah or blatantly fictional or embellished.

Today, I drove to Bank of America to deposit money. Upon returning to my car I saw some random new scratches on the front. I proceeded to kick and rub it to try and get rid of it. Then I notice someone in the car staring at me in bewilderment. I'd parked 2 spaces away. We have the same car. FML

but my favorite part is that i can rate each entry, labeling it either "I agree, your life is f***ed" or "You deserved that one."

here's a little secret: I THINK EVERYBODY DESERVES EVERYTHING!!! HA!

Today, I overheard my parents having sex. Trying to be the reasonable person I was, I dismissed it, realizing that sex is just normal. I quickly walked past their room when my cat ran past me into their room, cracking open the door. Now my parents think I was peeping and need therapy. FML

p.s. i also really like the ones about cats.....
what? i do.
no YOU'RE pathetic.

nice txt from a friend

random, but nice.

he said:

someday lots of good things will happen, and they will be all the better because we don't see them coming

amen.

don't take my word for it

the reviews are rolling in, and they're gooooood!!*


the Washington Post's review here.
Patrick's gushing review here.
a good one from CultureBully here.
and my favorite so far, HuffPost's review here. this is what i appreciated about it:

Unlike what went down on your moody My December (that now deserves a revisit and a personal apology from each maligner), your energy level is spiking again, and you prove Simon Cowell correct when he once stated on Good Morning America that your pipes were better than your fellow Idolsters "by a mile" (okay, that was years ago, but still...). (emphasis mine)

if you haven't already, go buy All I Ever Wanted.

go now.

go!



*in all fairness, the Chicago Tribune reviewer was NOT impressed. but he seems to have a stick up his ass about m'gurl Kelly to begin with.

outta my, outta my head

I should have seen it coming
So now I'll take a chance on this thing we may have started
Intentional or not, I don't think we saw it coming
It's all adding up to something
That asks for some involvement -- that ask for our commitment
I think I see it coming
If we step out on that limb

My heartbeat beats me senselessly
Why's everything got to be so intense with me?
I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability

In all probability
It's a long shot, but I say 'why not?'
If I say forget it, I know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it
But I know if I don't take it, there's no chance

oh, kelly... you always know just what to say.

and your new album kicks arse!

murdoch says...

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

i miss handing people their morning lattes :-/

At the risk of sounding somewhat obnoxious, I am finding this economic crisis rather soothing.

Back in 1999, I was earning a decent salary (about 60k a year) and had good career prospects at a major daily newspaper. Then, pre-millennial angst crept in: Is this all there is to life? So, I cashed in my savings and dropped out. I moved to Paris, I worked with an art project, I wrote a couple of books, I spent time living in Beijing and on the Greek Islands.

My philosophy was that the one thing a person can’t afford in life is regret and this mantra carried me off on adventures I couldn’t have even imagined back when I was slogging away at the newspaper. The doubts and panic started last year. I am worth nothing: no assets and a bank balance that rises into four digits on only the rarest of occasions. I find myself approaching 40, a less romantic age to live hand-to-mouth. And then my girlfriend became pregnant. All of a sudden, I was sneaking longing glances at those who had stayed in the game and had pensions, homes, and the wherewithal to give their children a decent start in life. I became very very nervous.

Now, thanks to the plummeting economy, I realize that I would probably be just as anxious if I had never gone off on my odyssey. If I had stayed at the newspaper, I might be jobless with a rotted-out pension and a house that wasn’t worth its mortgage. Though I am still worried about providing for my child in this dismal economy, I am more confident than ever that I made the right decision when I abandoned my safe career to taste the broader glories of life. Because, as is now so overwhelmingly clear, nothing is ever truly safe.

If this recession serves as anything, hopefully it will be a reminder that you should never compromise your ambitions in favor of the chimera of financial security. If you are inevitably going to end up in the poorhouse, you might as well get there by chasing the wildest of your dreams.

from andrew sullivan's daily dish, and his recession series.

only Martha...

what world does Martha Stewart live in? one day she's pruning and photographing her collection of Japanese maple trees, and the next she's being photographed with Paris Hilton at a fashion show. i just...

only Martha can juxtapose two blog entries like "Composting my garden beds in the winter" (complete with 16 photos of dirt) and "Lunch with Ludacris." this is her reality:

We had a nice salad, paella, and chocolate cake for dessert. He is a nice young man and very, very busy. He is extremely excited about his new flick and new album. Ludacris also really liked the chocolate cake!

if you don't already read Martha Stewart's blog, ima tell you one more time that you need to check on it occasionally. just like the big M herself, her blog never ceases to amaze and amuse me. she's quite a character, and she loooooves photographing and sharing every second of her fantastical life.

some of my faves, complete with Martha's sassy and weird but cute captions:

Picture 1 of 46: I need a tan, but guess what - I will never get a tan.

Picture 3 of 17: I just love crafting! Don't you Francesca?

from the post, "My dogs made me something special for Valentine's Day"

Picture 54 of 69: The always tan, George Hamilton and me.

i don't think you have to be a huge Martha fan like me to appreciate the randomness of this blog. and JSYK, a link to it is always right over there --> in my links list.

i can think of at least 25 more

in other news, i'm trying to decide if julian is sexy.

thoughts?

it is written.

"Maktub," the merchant said, finally.

"What does that mean?"

"You would have to have been born an Arab to understand," he answered. "But in your language it would be something like, "It is written."

And, as he smothered the coals in the hookah, he told the boy that he could begin to sell tea in the crystal glasses. Sometimes, there's just no way to hold back the river.


from Coelho's The Alchemist.

and echoed in Slumdog Millionaire, which i finally saw.

miller says...

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music -- the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people.

Forget yourself.

lovely.

gosh, i'm so sweet...

Cassie: heydid i tell you i saved the valentine's text i got from you?

8:29 PM i like to read it every couple days cause it makes me feel happy

me: why? because i said you're gorgeous?

or because i said i heart you?

i don't remember it

Cassie: you were SOOOOO drunk

and i texted you back at like 8 in the morning

8:30 PM you had sent that loving text to me at 2.13 am

i'll tell you what it said

are you ready?
me: what did it say? Cassie: it's beautiful

it said...

"I love you cunt."

8:31 PM me: NO WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I DID NOT SAY THAT

Cassie: YOU SO DID

I SAVED IT

Cause I like to read it

8:32 PM it's nice

me: HAHA

amazing

that's truly beautiful

Cassie: I thought so

i smiled as I went back to sleep after reading it

drop it already

hey y'all

in case you haven't already, go check out Patrick's on-the-money review of the new Kelly Clarkson album. (i concur.)

and i'm ready for this ish to drop!

though it's my inclination