Just in case I didn’t love Adrianne Curry enough, it turns out she’s a Star Wars nerd. Even better — she’s a Star Wars cosplay nerd.
Oh, Adri. How’d you get so awesome?
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It occurred to me that some people may be unfortunate enough to have no knowledge of the lovely lady I mentioned yesterday, and that this would, in fact, be a just cause to post an image of her. So, from her Playboy shoot:  CAN YOU MAYBE SEE WHY I’M EXCITED? PLEASE GOD, A SAMBA. GIVE HER A SAMBA. PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE. Also, Tony, that she might have a chance to stay on more than the two weeks most models manage. *begs*
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HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS JOANNA KRUPA IS GONNA BE ON DANCING THIS YEAR. I’M GOING TO HAVE TO SCHEDULE MID-SHOW PANTY CHANGES. *crosses fingers and toes* Please pair her with Tony. Please pair her with Tony. Please pair her with Tony…
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There’s a woman on “Obsessed” who’s sitting there with a cigarette in her hand worrying about what’s in her food. Really? I mean, I know OCD does not follow normal Earth logic, but…really? You’re so worried about what have been used to make something that you can’t eat most foods, and yet you can put near-poison in your mouth and suck away at it happily? Really? I think I actually just felt my brain fold in half.
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I hate the way that sometimes dumb shit can send me into a funk. I know its just my depression, and that I was probably just in a more precarious place than I realized, but. It just sucks and it makes me feel stupid and lame. Which is totally how you want to be feeling in a fresh funk, let me tell you. *sighs* I have a plan, though. Since I am blue from plans falling through, I am going to attempt slightly altered plans, thus stopping the descent into suckitude, and perhaps even propping me back up a bit. I don’t think its going to undo my mood, but right now I’m not picky, less blue is fucking joyful enough. Now if people would just wake up so that I can confirm my back-up plan, that would be shibby.
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Somebody needs to explain to me how it is that Leonardo DiCaprio broke up with this and is still allowed to retain his penis. Unless she had seven different STDs, a voice like Fran Drescher on helium, and an IQ of -14, I just don’t get it. And even then I’d give serious consideration to earplugs and full-body condoms, because that girl “guh” with a capital “holy fucking hummina.” Maybe she broke up with him. That actually makes a lot more sense. How long can you really put up with a doughy, preachy, overrated-actor bore before you either go gay or kill him? Oh. Gay Bar. Gay Bar making out with Joanna Krupa. Helloooooo, new happy place.
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So. “Fired Up.” Hayley Marie Norman. I’ll be in my bunk. /jayne
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I am so. bad. at talking myself down from shit, y’all. I just kept thinking about how I’d kind of been wanting to see if I could work out doll-sized chain mail, anyway (as opposed to that weird textured fabric they usually use to get the “look” of it), and how I always think how cool it would be to be one of those folks that makes cool doll clothes. It actually got worse when I tried to think about it from a practical standpoint, because the things I’m supposedly holding onto the money for just aren’t happening right now and haven’t been for a while. And while it will wipe me out, its also a third of the new-from-Tonner price. And yes, she’s nude, but that’s actually kind of perfect, because I don’t really like the outfits Tonner has for her, and they don’t make the one I do want — which, really, would probably run about $80, anyway. And I’ve wanted to do something with a Tonner for some time now, but the price is kind of a roadblock for me, but this! This is just making clothes and some minor hair restyling, nothing that would actually mess her up! And! And! ….and basically I’m fucked, is what I’m saying. I’m getting her, barring some unforeseen happenstance. But, ah. Yeah. I am Crazy Fangirl Doll Lady, hear me whimper.
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So, the last week has been good for shopping, and pretty much crap for everything else. I traded in some of my Coke points for a Nike card, and got a pair of sneakers that are really comfortable. Sunday we went into Wolf’s on a whim, and came away with a new bedside table (now I don’t have to use my dad’s old printer cart!) and a totally comfortable chair and ottoman for to watch my telly and play games in, all of which was madly on sale. Seriously, we got the whole lot, plus fabric guard and delivery, for less than the original price on the table. Oh, and I found a copy of “Dreadful Skin” on Half.com, signed, for under $20. Our shopping karma is rockin’, y’all. And everything else? Well, my lower back continues to hurt (probably because my period continues to play hide and seek with me), my new ceiling panels were a complete bitch to put in and do not absorb sound like the old crumbling ones did, my room smells a little now from them, and yesterday I woke up with a headache and the neck-and-shoulder ache from hell. I spent a lot of time with a heating pad and some monster-sized Motrin, and things are better, but still Not Good. So of course now I’m actually feeling the urge to work on something creative. Not anything I have, no, my psychosis wants Something New. This is probably in part to being all bummed and tired and achy, which often leaves me with the yen to acquire things. Currently the yen is for things Tonner (I blame you, Vasilisa! Sweet, sweet, Vasilisa…mmmmmmm….) I’m trying to talk myself down from that, as even the “cheap” on eBay stuff will totally wipe-out my Paypal credit, and I just know that is when someone will suddenly list the Angel I want with exactly the right Buy-It-Now price. At the moment, though? I’m kind of having trouble caring. |
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