No seriously ...
Ok, I wasn't really feeling all that well last night. So, I went to bed early, but I woke up around 1100pm. I head out to the living room and check up on a few things.
It's at this time I really realize that the world is going to end sometime quite soon.
The first sign of impending world doom is that before I started feeling bad, I actually cleaned the apartment and hung up the pictures and stuff we bought at Garden Ridge the night before. If you don't know me, you don't know that my apartment cleaning habits are less than stellar. So the fact that something happened could be a serious sign that the end is near.
The second sign is that both Marla managed to stay on Project Runway for another week and Santino won the challenge with the ugliest dress I've ever seen. I love Marla, which usually is the kiss of death for any reality tv contestant. And I absolutely hate Santino and think all of his stuff is ugly, which probably means he'll stay till the end. Damn it. Stupid other-Hilton girl (I can only remember Paris's name ...). God bless the DVR, so that when I did wake up, I could watch the drama unfold!
The third sign of the looming apocolypse is that ... TEXAS WON!!! And freakin VY just had to do it himself in the last seconds of the game on 4th & 5. And then, does the 2-point convesion on his own! I can't really handle that much suspense when I'm not feeling that great. Losers shouldn't have kept it close the whole freakin time (and by "losers," I should say winners, but they made me pace around the freakin living room!). But they won the big game ... which, really, I'm surprised hell didn't just freeze over right then and there.
With all those divine signs telling us the fate of Earth ain't lookin to good, you should consider yourself lucky that you are alive to read this.
And so goes the life ...
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