Do you ever....

.....do this? You are in the middle of talking about something or thinking something in your head while at the same time typing an email? And you are kind of zoned out and suddenly you realize you've started typing out your thoughts/conversation instead of what you really meant to write about?

Anyways, that just happened to me. And I may have hit "send" before I realized what I had done. Which isn't a big deal. Except the lame part is that I was talking about Kate Gosselin. I know, I have no life. So some co-workers may have just received a message about next week's contests.....which then, mid-sentence, moves on to discuss everyone's favourite reality show mom. All in all, it's not nearly as bad as the time I almost emailed the Sales Manager at my job a question about birth control (I thought I was emailing my Mom.)

But I digress...the reason I was talking about Kate Gosselin's hair is because I was thrilled to discover she finally got rid of her trademark style and went long. Which is something I have actually been trying to telepathically convince her to do for the last 8 months or so. When I first saw the photo of her new hair, it was very small, so I couldn't really make it out....but she looked really good. I always knew she would be a totally hot lady if she just fixed the hair.

So while I applaud her intensions....Kate, I gotta say, those are some rough looking extensions.

I have both of these.....

....items in my bag today.

Anyone else see the irony here?

The days you.....

....run out of conditioner should be automatic sick days.

I'm just sayin.

The definition of pure evil....

.....GLAMOUR SHOTS.

That is some hair.



Don't do it kids.....they will only serve to haunt you in the future.

As someone who is......

.....addicted to Facebook, I can still admit that there is a lot of ridiculous stuff on there. Here are a few things I am not fond of:
-I dislike when people air their personal problems in their status lines.
-I dislike when people change their "relationship status" more than once a year.
-I also dislike when narcissistic girls take dozens of close-up self portraits of their face, while trying to capture that perfect sultry (i.e. trampy) come-hither look. And then post them all.
-I dislike when guys take shirtless photos of their refelction in a bathroom mirror. Honey, your camera probably has an auto-timer....I mean, if you MUST.
-Also, don't post a photo of a car as a profile pic. I am pretty sure that is not what you look like. Unless you are a giant douche.

Anyways, these are some of the rules I would impose if I were Mark Zuckerberg.

Alas, I'm not, so I try to overlook all these annoying things I see on facebook every day. And instead, I try to take pleasure in the small things. Like this:



*Note the baby amongst the glowing light/flame thingy.

Are they wizards? Genies? It doesn't matter. God bless the people who post things like this and see no absurdity in it whatsoever.

For more nonsense (good & bad) found on Facebook check out:

www.lamebook.com

Have you ever......

.....gone to an all-you-can-eat buffet, swiped an extra piece of meat, wrapped it in a napkin, stuffed this greasy meat-mess in your pocket, and made a break for the car while your blissfully unaware girlfriend pays the bill, with no regard whatsoever to what may happen if she unwittingly takes the fall for your thievery?



No?

Well.....um, neither has the boy.

Ok, ok, this is exactly what he did. I'm not going to say where this incident took place. You see, I am a big fan of the buffets. Oh, lordy, am I ever a fan of buffets. And I don't want to risk being banned from one. Particularly from this one great little establishment.

Anyways, the only thing that kept me from turning him into the proper authorities (i.e. our semi-cranky & unenthused waitress) was because he told me he swiped the extra strip of bacony goodness for these guys.





And somehow, that made it all ok.

How could I say no to those little faces? Especially the fat one second from the right? If there is anything she needs, it's some more bacon.

A word to the wise......

.....don't bother trying out the new black nail polish trend if you are over the age of 18.



Or, unless you are a cast member of The Hills.



I had to learn the hard way.