X Factor finished the Avon Walk this weekend! Woo! Go congratulate her on Face.book and such.
I haven't been much for TV lately, (with the exception of Keeping up with the Kardashians which, for some reason
You used to call me up from time to timeAnd it would be so hard for me not to cross the lineThe words of love laid on my lips just like a curseAnd I knew, oh yes I knew, they'd only make it worseAnd now you have the nerve to play alongJust like the maestro beats in a songYou got your kicks you get your kicks from playing meAnd the less you give the more I want so foolishlyBut I will never be your stepping stoneTake it all or leave me aloneI will never be your stepping stoneI'm standing upright on my own
*swoon* Also, I was listening to Pandora while doing some pretty serious manual labor with my co-workers on Friday (you're right, that's not in my job description) and it was apparently 90s rap day. I could barely work for being so distracted. So now I desperately need to get my 90s rap game together via I.Tunes. Any and all suggestions for downloads should be left in the comments and would be greatly appreciated.
I hate growing up.
And, more importantly than all of that, is this. I've stalked Michael's blog The Cynical Ones for the longest, ever since Shani hipped me to it a few years back. He's an excellent writer, extremely funny and insightful, a little snarky... basically all the things I look for in a blog crush. But every once in awhile he writes something so incredibly great and right on point, that I can't help but envy his talents and honesty just a bit more. Go on over to The Root, read his article there and show him some love.
In the meantime, I will continue to pretend I have something worthwhile to say...