I had forgotten how horrible some people in the United States can be. Having nothing better to do than sit at home all day watching TV, I have happily settled in to My Super Sweet Sixteen on MTV. By happily I mean that there is nothing else on and that I have become infuriated as to how rich some kids are...the little fuckers! Right now Kanye West is playing at the 16th of birthday party of L.A. Reid's son's birthday party, held at Jay Z's club in NYC. Total cost of the party: $200,000...WHAT THE FUCK!? Skeet skeet god damn that is more than I will make in the next five years. One thing that did make me happy...sorta...is that I just saw the Arctic Monkeys on MTV. Why sorta? Because I don't want them to be mainstream American crap...that can only mean bad things. Still, they kick ass and I hope that America gets exposed to them so that perhaps there will be a change in musical tastes to something that doesn't involve big asses being the predominant topic.
Now, some may ask why I am spending my day indoors, subjecting myself to bad television. The answer is simple, friends. I cannot breathe. Northern Virginia is infected with pollen and humidity...my two least favorite things on earth. My first week at home (as today makes an official week) has been spent in a sudafed induced haze. Really, I am just waiting for my liver to fail. I figure between drinking and sudafed I have about a week left before jaundice strikes, so the next time anyone sees me...I might be yellow.
Just an update...Chelsi's boyfriend Matt showed up to her photoshoot and started flirting with her best friend. I smell drama! Nothing ruins a sweet 16 party like a boyfriend with wandering eyes and...gasp...the promise of juniors crashing your birthday party! What a strange and awful new development. Anyways, as I learned from the episode at 12:30, breaking up with a boyfriend right before the party can only lead to personal growth and the guarantee that daddy spent at least an extra twenty grand on your new car...someone break up with me, please.
Anyways, I have to go get ready to go to folding class tonight at banana. Apparently I am going to be teaching people to fold and learning some new folds...woot. I also have to go make a deposit...which is kind of an inside joke, but if you don't know what it means I will tell you...just don't wig out. Everyone have a great day.
so you're a sperm donor, eh.
ReplyDeletedepositing your seed all over town.