Hypochondriac Thoughts of the Day
If you're like me, sometimes you get a little paranoid. After a short time of strongly believing I had contracted Lyme Disease, I turned my thoughts towards the Swine Flu. I've come to several conclusions.First- I think the news is getting a little overzealous when it comes to reporting on the "pandemic". Are they just trying to scare people so that when NOTHING happens we feel a lot better?
Second- Um, hello- there are going to be vaccines!
Third- Cowboy up and WASH YOUR HANDS. [sweet use of the phrase cowboy up ;) ]
I think if we all relax then things will be fine. After all, there are more important things to worry about, like the the fact the Chris Brown is on the loose. Ladies, carry mace.
Sorry to disappoint, but it's time to move away from diseases.
Stuff!
Whitney Houston is going back on tour. What? She OLD! She has more lines on her face than on her coffee table!
"Real" Houswives
If you're like me, you LOVE watching bitchy-mid-life-crisis-menopausing women tear each other and others apart (figuratively... usually). It seems that with each season the ladies get less and less classy. It appears that the farther south they go, the less common decency these women have.
New York: a lot of trash talk, annoying, but harmless.
New Jersey: Who could forget the table flip and the screeching that only dogs can hear?... WHOOOOOAHRE! (silent R)
and of course...
Hot-Lanta: One of the housewives needed a party planner up to her level of high standards. Within two minutes the 'effffff' word was being thrown around like a beach ball at a Nickelback concert... by BOTH people! (Shocked!?) This "executive" party planner had decided that Sheree would make her grand entrance in a helicopter (that just says 'I'm classy!'). But when he couldn't get said helicopter, he refused to own up to it. Things quickly escalated. Well, just see for yourself.
Did you notice the poor man who closed the door once the screaming started. I could tell he was thinking "Ohh... Not again!"
I want Sheree to call Pookie to deal out some whoop ass!
You know what, when someone AKSES you to check yo' attitude at da door, yo' bitch ass betta do it! Don' chu make me call up ma Pookie!
Well, on that note I'm going to go get my bitch ass out da door (because I was AKSED to, and I'm polite).
Ciao Bellas!
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