Fashion Police!

Spotted at the State-Carolina game this weekend: A 26 year old Carolina fan (male) wearing pleated jeans.

By the time I thought to snap a picture it was too late but I'm pretty sure this is the exact pair he was wearing.

You know your outfit is bad when even the guys I work with are making fun of your fashion choices.

P.S. Way to finally pull one out State.

I don't know these old people in this picture but they totally got in my way. I was a little slow on the bberry picture snapping so everyone was out of the tunnel by the time I was ready to retake. I suck.

My holiday

Here was my delicious Thanksgiving day meal. I shared it with my bff from work, Jules. Mine was ok but she says she's not eating Chinese for a long time because hers was so gross. :(

Fortunately, my family was willing to have our big Thanksgiving meal on Friday so I could be a part of it. We had no major drama or family fights. Good job us.

My sister's awkward years represented in posters

I finally had some free time to go through more of my old stuff in the den and I found some of my sister's old posters. These were up in her room during her "awkward" phase or what I like to refer as "the black years." She dressed in black shirts and JNCOs and I like to imagine that she hung out on the steps and recited bad poetry like the goth kids on South Park. But instead of listening to The Cure she listened to Hanson. Nothing says I hate my life like MMMMMMMbop.

Thankfully she eventually rejoined us in the real world and no longer wears JNCO jeans.

My sister was 9 when he died. Needless to say she was a little late to jump on the Nirvana bandwagon.






I don't think my sister even had a black light in her room. And why did my parents let her buy this poster in the first place?

She was in love with Taylor. If I ever see these shemales I am going to smash their faces in with the nearest blunt instrument. Hanson was pure torture.

T-giving

I'm working tonight which promises to be ultra slow so I'm bringing movies and books. Working hard or hardly working? You decide.

I generally don't care about Thanksgiving but here's what I'm thankful for this year:

1. My family, especially because they're always willing to celebrate holidays on the not actual holiday to accomodate my schedule. And because they bring me pies for me and the guys I work with so we don't feel lonely and forgotten on holidays.

2. My friends, they mostly live scattered across the country these days but at least they're real and I know who is gonna stick around and who else will watch all 10 hours of I love the 80s with me in one sitting?

3. My little fluffy doggie, yes, she eats plastic and pees in her sleep but who doesn't?

4. The Black Eyed Peas, for making this song which has never ever become overplayed to me.

Glitter sparkles, vanilla body spray, and Rock of Love Bus

Those are what I think of when I think of strippers.

Now, I can think of my across the street neighbor! The other night my across the street neighbor called the cops/had the cops called on him because he was so drunk that he couldn't pay the cab driver or something. Where was he coming from? Watching his girlfriend dance at the strip club.

Surveillance on their residence will be increased tenfold.

(That is totally what I look like)

A peek into my subconscious

So, a while ago I had a dream about a minor celebrity. The trend has continued.

About a week ago I had a dream with Paul Scheer in it. I don't really remember what was going on in the dream and it definitely wasn't one of those dreams but I woke up disoriented and a little uneasy. Get out of my dreams and into my car Paul Scheer! (Not really).

Paul Scheer - I know him from Best Week Ever and more recently The League which is why I suppose he's invading my dreams.

This is a tiny picture. Google images for Paul Scheer sucks.

Moving on. I had a dream with these two in it:

No, not Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen. I had a dream about Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala as played by Portman and Christensen. All I remember about my dream was that Luke and Leia were conceived when Anakin and Padme did it in the back of a creepy child molester van on the way to a hotel like Embassy Suites or Courtyard by Marriot. In case you're wondering I didn't see the action going down in the back of the van I just knew that it was happening. That's like geek porn or something.

A quick note

Dear Lady Gaga,

I'm pretty sure I don't have what it takes to be friends with you but can we at least be workout partners because I want to be able to run around in leotards and crazy outfits just like you do. Seriously. I do.

Note to Reed-iculous - Lady Gaga would totally be my friend if I owned the nun dress. So there!

P.S. I just fell down the stairs because I lost my footing while I was dancing to this song. Imagine if I had broken something! I would have to be like, "yeah, I was dancing to Lady Gaga's new song and I fell down the stairs." Yowza.