and i enjoyed this television commercial

which, now that i think about it, might be the greatest commercial for furniture ever

via zadi

got suckered into dinner drinks rock not long ago and tonight i found myself watching idol on tivo.

youve gotta check out danny gokey she says.

surely you have an older sister, i say.

but if you met her shed start talking again and youd smile n nod just like me and end up watching not just one episode but two because tonights the night they vote off someone and she wants to see last nights show again cuz it was omgsooooogoooood.

im like, how good could it be?

and shes like, after its over i’ll do whatever you want.

little did she imagine that i wanted a complete thanksgiving dinner or a mani/pedi

and little did i imagine that id actually enjoy the first night. alot.

adam lambert should just be given the trophy the roses and the sash cuz hes miss world for sure.

over the air tv, isnt worthy of that craziness above in that video.

and yet completely related. someone you know is preggers

a hint:

Xander has also been really cute, he definitely sensed something even before we did. He’s been much more affectionate than normal, and sleeps on my pillow or by my belly. Even when I’m on the couch, he often sits on it right above me! I’ve been calling him my Little Guardian, it’s just so cute. Cordy is spastic & clueless however, haha.

im not saying something is going on in a bad way, although i am very happy to see april on the way out. but something weird is happening.

i definitely need to play the lottery. or go to vegas this weekend. or do something so that the weirdness gets turned into something quantifiable and good.

my nutritionist has me eating oatmeal whenever i want chocolate. and it seems like i always want chocolate right before i go to sleep. so at 1am last night i got out of my warm bed and walked into the kitchen to make some oatmeal. but all i had was low sugar oatmeal.

and i thought who on earth bought that?

i really dont have that many houseguests but the ones i have always make little comments – usually of jealousy. like “omg whose hair is this in the shower?” or “when are you ever going to move?” or “since when do you eat strawberries?”

these are all from women commenting, they think, on other women. but the truth is, i am only with the one because the other wont come over regularly enough, or play all these crazy games once they’re there.

im 102 years old. do they really expect me to work, come home, and stare at a wall all night while writing love poems about them in one of my secret blawwwgs?

as if.

yes it is a little odd for a bald man to have long blond hairs in his shower.

but seriously, what isnt odd these days.