I just realized the guy from TMZ is the same guy who interviews people on the street on People's Court. That makes me feel weird--I think it makes me feel weird because he is short. Or because he is a trained attorney trying to make it in Hollywood, or because he thought up TMZ and is now a very wealthy man. I am assuming he is the brains behind TMZ. I want to be him.
Something else on tv makes me feel weird, and that is the Target commercial that features two young ladies doing a dance off as they move into their dorm room. I love that commercial because the song is so upbeat and the white girl is so lanky. I could watch her dance all day. She's so lanky and obviously white that you think she can't dance, but then she busts out her moves, and even then, you think--is she executing that move correctly? She is, but there is something a little strange about it. She is a dancing illusion/mirage.
I've been trying to write a cover letter all day. I now have carpel tunnel and no letter. Why can't I just write: dude, give me a job. I promise I'm cool.
All this trying to word stuff is exhausting. Add in the fact that my dogs are all about sitting next to or on top of me, and you are getting one cranky rp.
I just realized this week that the dude from group that I promised to write an entry about reminds me of Chandler on Friends. And I recently saw his current gal-pal, and she is totally a younger, ruder version of Janice--what with the over the top clothes and spackled on makeup. Although young Janice had her boobs hanging out, and I don't envision tv Janice doing that. And young Janice didn't even look at me (or anyone else) when introduced, and tv Janice wasn't a rude character. Word on the street is young Janice smelled like pot, so maybe her bad manners were doobie-induced. Whatever the origin of her manners, she did not impress me.
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I wish you had a FaceBook account. I keep wanting to add you to event-invites and what-not. Also, you can semi-spy on people and it's way better than Myspace. Do it.
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