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So...
I was in a really crappy mood yesterday afternoon and evening. Which wasn't helped by either the yeast infection, OR the 'a' key on my computer getting wonky, OR my cupcakes totally falling apart when I tried to take them out of the pan. :-P
Very disappointing.
Bleagh!
I came back from phamily dinner - in-so-far as it happened - in no better a mood (yes, I could have rung Commodorified's doorbell, but she's swamped with work and I didn't want to bug her. I figured that if she was up for coming down, she'd find me on the front porch and that would be that), and seriously wondering what was up with myself.
I'm kind of expecting to start bleeding shortly, as it ws that kind of a totally pervaisive, can't-find-the-roots-of-it frustration that I sometimes get when I'm PMSing.
We shall see, I'm sure.
Anyway. I came home, got online, and discovered Go Fug Yourself. Which is a catty, catty blog that picks apart the not-so-fantstic/flattering outfits of various hollywood celebrities.
I loved it!
I went from feeling like a total bitch who was unfit company for actual human being to chuckling and feeling much better about life in general.
In, like, maybe an hour.
It's *phenomenal*! (Thank you, Nadine, for linking to it on your blog!)
Anyway. So, yes, I have a rude-ass-bitch streak in me, and I think it's much better to channel it towards celebrities who don't know I exist than it is to inadvertently snap at people I actually like.
So three cheers for Go Fug Yourself, for making the world a slightly better place. ;-)
I was in a really crappy mood yesterday afternoon and evening. Which wasn't helped by either the yeast infection, OR the 'a' key on my computer getting wonky, OR my cupcakes totally falling apart when I tried to take them out of the pan. :-P
Very disappointing.
Bleagh!
I came back from phamily dinner - in-so-far as it happened - in no better a mood (yes, I could have rung Commodorified's doorbell, but she's swamped with work and I didn't want to bug her. I figured that if she was up for coming down, she'd find me on the front porch and that would be that), and seriously wondering what was up with myself.
I'm kind of expecting to start bleeding shortly, as it ws that kind of a totally pervaisive, can't-find-the-roots-of-it frustration that I sometimes get when I'm PMSing.
We shall see, I'm sure.
Anyway. I came home, got online, and discovered Go Fug Yourself. Which is a catty, catty blog that picks apart the not-so-fantstic/flattering outfits of various hollywood celebrities.
I loved it!
I went from feeling like a total bitch who was unfit company for actual human being to chuckling and feeling much better about life in general.
In, like, maybe an hour.
It's *phenomenal*! (Thank you, Nadine, for linking to it on your blog!)
Anyway. So, yes, I have a rude-ass-bitch streak in me, and I think it's much better to channel it towards celebrities who don't know I exist than it is to inadvertently snap at people I actually like.
So three cheers for Go Fug Yourself, for making the world a slightly better place. ;-)
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