What A Good Day!

Firstly, I would like to remark that I hate how all the freaking paparazzi shows are saying that Britney is schizo because she likes to talk in different accents.

As someone who would much rather speak in a false accent than my actual voice (and who often does), I feel very badly for the poor girl. It is such fun to speak in a fake accent. I do this all the freaking time.

Do people think I am schizophrenic? Maybe. Do I have a hell of a lot of fun? Yes.

So stupid entertainment shows, you fail at life.

And I promise I will stop with the celebrity related entries very soon.

In other news, I bought a Keno ticket tonight and won $9, thus almost tripling my life savings. Unfortunately, I put this $9 down on the purchase of three shiny new lotto tickets - A Deal or No Deal, another Keno, and a Lucky Lines. (Click to see diagram in it's original splendor).


In even cooler news than me not winning thousands of dollars, BUT it being totally okay because Skor bars are on sale, mum and dad took me to Michael's craft store tonight where I was able to purchase my very own embroidery hoop. It is green and very sexy. But not as sexy as my new glasses!

Exhibit A:

These gorgeous reading glasses feature a delightful pattern of tiny teacups. They also magnify everything I look at, which could come in handy when deciding whether the cup is half full or half empty. (Okay, that's a lie, but perhaps whatever is in the cup will look bigger?) They will also remind people that I enjoy the occasional overdose of caffeinated beverages. And they're pink. And they have a matching case. And they are regular $24.00 on sale for $5.00. Could this day get any better?!

Yes, punk. It can. Because when I'm in a punky mood, I have glasses to match. See exhibit B:

These feature all the same advantages of Exhibit A, but are a bit more hardcore than teacups. For the times I'm just feeling grrrrr, you know. Grrrrr.

In short, it has been remarked that Britney uses accents as costumes, and that they are no different than changing from "white framed sunglasses to black ones".

I challenge her to a duel. Come up with cooler accents, Brit, and some rad glasses. We can have a rehab party. You bring the money, I'll bring the rehab. And the embroidery, and the chocolate.

If she's schizo...what am I, pray tell? I am sometimes English, and somedays I wake up feeling a bit Australian. Sometimes I talk like Jeff Foxworthy. And sometimes I just grunt my approval, disapproval, or apathy regarding the situation at hand.

Also, thanks to everyone who has written to express concern about the breast situation. I have been following Mole Watch '08 with great interest, and support most of the candidates. My money is on Falloff Already, who is leading the campaign by great strides. I am happy to report that everything is going according to plan, and the tiny mosquito loop of thread that is determined to give me West Nile the freaking willies is still thriving in his its glory. The doctor has until Sunday before he reaches his five day guarantee. (Guaranteed to fall off in five days or... we'll give you more freezing and try it again!).