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"As a pet lover, I am outraged by this article about a dog being killed by a hunter."
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"As a pet lover, I am outraged by this article about a dog being killed by a hunter."
Okay guys, hold the phone. Or don't. Today on my way to work, I saw a woman with a huge red phone receiver attached to her cellphone. Even I had to stop and say, "Now, that's just ridiculous".
Now this is new I could get behind. Last night, Canadian actress Estella Warren was charged with DUI, and while she was being booked in the police station she GOT OUT OF HER HANDCUFFS AND FLED. This is serious news, people. Canadians are shifty - I've always said that (I haven't).
YOU GUYS, THE RAPTURE IS ALMOST HERE! No, actually, this is kind of sad to me. I'm not worried about floating up to heaven and hanging out with Pat Robertson and Sarah Palin; that, I'm excited about. What is sad to me is that, well, just in case it doesn't happen, a lot of people emptied their bank accounts and quit school/jobs because of this alleged event. This guy, for example, spent $140,000 of his life savings for subway and bus ads to warn people that the end is nigh. The kicker is, he doesn't even know if he'll be one of the lucky few saved. He actually just wants to warn us about it. I kind of feel like donating money to him. Then again, he'd probably just spend it on gambling and cocaine. Wouldn't you, if you woke up Sunday morning non-raptured? Shit, I may just do that anyway. Let's go to Vegas. Who's with me?
Well, this week has been more exciting than expected! A show I'm in opened on Monday and it was freaking fantastic, plus other acting jobs have been popping up here and there, which is good because I've got to save up some money for Summer, know what I'm saying? Homegirl's gotta WORK. But on the flip side I ended up in the ER this week (boo) and unrelated I have to get a biopsy today (boob). Both things aren't all that serious, but I was reminded, due to both events, that sometimes I shouldn't be a wise-ass. Let's just say that not all people in the medical field have a sense of humor. That being said, here's a few pointers on how to conduct yourself in a situation where it pays to be serious. I've also rated them on a very scientific scale from one star (it's okay to joke a little) to four stars (please stop talking).
Okay, I have seen a lot of great marriage proposals, but this one really takes the wedding cake. I mean... I'll just let you watch for yourselves:
Today Donald Trump announced that he would not indeed be running for president. This is a very sad day for the 8% of people who would have thought him fit to lead the country. Luckily for them, the rapture is happening next week, so it doesn't really matter. Here is the full transcript of Trump's speech:
Well that was weird - Blogger, the wonderful service that hosts my ramblings for free, decided to delete my last post and a whole bunch of other people's posts from yesterday because of some kind of failed maintenance. I re-posted it for all 3 of you who read this blog. But really, Blogger? I expect more from a highly functional 99.9% accurate free service with a simple user-friendly structure. What do I pay you for? Those $0's don't come cheap.
I was at the doctor way early this morning to avenge the doings of the Tit Waffle Machine (spoiler alert: the Tit Waffle Machine won), and I was in the waiting room with about 5 other people. It was 7:45, the office was on the Upper East Side, and it seemed everyone had a case of the cranks. So this woman walks up to the receptionist and hands her the prescription, and the receptionist asks her to take a seat. Well, apparently this woman has never been to a doctor's office before, because she informed the receptionist that SHE has an appointment. The receptionist gave her a sharp, "Everyone here has an appointment." At this point the collective energy of the other people waiting converged into one big massive hate on this woman. We had a reason to bond. So the 45 year old Doctor's Office Virgin then says, "But my appointment is for now." Oh DAMN! Yes, we were ready for an all-out rumble. I, the other woman my age, the 80 year old, the 20-something hispter boy with unfortunately large hips and the middle aged Indian man were about to POUNCE. Luckily we all know that most receptionists in the medical field have passive aggressive bitch blood rushing through their veins (also found in flight attendants who man the desks at airport gates), and she put that woman down with another, "Have a seat." The woman sat. We all eased into our chairs, and went back to resenting each others' presences for no logical reason.
It's been a very busy weekend over here at TempyCo, what with partying like a rockstar and getting ready for a show to open. But as some of you know, my other job during the day is in the personal assistant territory, and as such I get sent on interesting errands (ie. the time I had to pick up my boss's sister's Oscar award, investigate a puppy's lineage, order an out of stock American Girl doll from Ebay, etc). Today was a simple one: find and purchase dry shampoo.
Guess who had their first ever mammogram yesterday? This gal. And may I say it was
I would just like to say that I respect sexual fetishes, and I understand that everyone has their own thing. But I can't really get this desire to be an adult baby, when it's NOT sexual. Hear me out - there's this guy who likes to be an adult baby. Ok, fine. He's found someone who wants to act like his mom. To each their own; I know tons of people in co-dependent relationships. But for him it's not sexual, it's a mode of comfort. Ok, I'm still with them. In the Adult Baby's own words, it's a way to "blow off some steam" after a "tough day's work". But here's where I'm lost - he doesn't even work. He just likes to drink from a bottle all day and play with toys. So really, the only difference between he and the Man Children I have talked about in the past, is that he's honest about wanting to be taken care of. Actually, I'm gonna go ahead and say more power to him.
What an exciting weekend! My friend's store, By Brooklyn, opened and it was a huge success! What was even more successful was my purchase of this amazing bag at her store. Oh, and it wouldn't be fair if I didn't mention her special helper.