No! Sleep! Psychotic! Rambling! Woo!

O HAI, it's your old pal Miss Banshee, here on approximately 3 and a half hours of sleep, which is what my brain has decided I need in order to function all day as the delightful ray of sunshine that I am.

Needless to say, like Ouiser Bordreaux in "Steel Magnolias," I am not crazy, I've just been in a very bad mood for the last 32 years.

So yeah, I'm tired. BUT! We must press on. So what's been going on? Well, I'm doing the MamaPop Biggest Loser thing, and I dropped 14 pounds before my body said "fuck THAT noise" and I seem to have now gained BACK one pound, which is just rude, considering I haven't had junk food in a month and I dream for all three hours of sleep about BREAD. Oh, bread. I miss you so much.

Pop culture-wise, it's awards season, which is my FAVORITE, because I love a good awards show, and I love a BAD awards show even more. The Grammys were the other night, and that tone deaf little bint Taylor Swift (save the vitriolic emails, I'm sure she's a lovely person, but her singing voice is as flat as a squirrel run over by a tank) beat out my beloved Lady Gaga, who I love and want to keep in a bedazzled baby carriage as we wander the streets singing "Poker Face" as she throws glitter and fake blood on passers-by.

Not that I've given that much thought.

So since I was up at the ass-crack of dawn, I got to see the live Oscar nominations, and lemme tell you, I have no idea who the two dipshits were on E! News, but they made Ryan Seacrest look like Edward R. Murrow. Anyhoodle, I watched the noms and realized that for all of my pop culture obsession, I have seen exactly ONE movie that was nominated, and that movie was Tarentino's "Inglourious Basterds" which was really fantastic, even if his spelling is atrocious.

I enjoyed the film so much that i had to take a picture of myself dressed as my interpretation of one of the characters, Shoshanna, who was awesome and (spoiler alert) SETS FIRE TO NAZIS. Now THAT is something I can get behind. Who doesn't want to set fire to some Nazis, I ask of you?

Okay, I was only partially telling the truth there. i wanted to take a pic of my interpretation of Shoshanna, but I really wanted to show off my new hat. Did I mention I have a new hat. I do, and it has a veil, which is AWESOME and here's the picture, try to contain your excitement re: new hat.

RIGHTEOUS, right? OH IT GETS BETTER. I ALSO got new SHOES, and they are SPIKE HEELS, and I shall wear them to Sparklecorn 2010 at BlogHer, and probably will fall down and shatter my ankles as if they were made of spun sugar, but I care not a whit, because NEW SHOES and they have a lovely pattern on them, that if you look closely, you will realize are SKULLS because that is how I roll, people.

So my accessories are ALL SET for BlogHer, so I guess I should buy my ticket, eh? Ah, details. The Hat and shoes, kittens. THAT'S the important thing.

OKAY I THINK I SHOULD GO NOW. This entry is too long and I am rambling like a toddler on meth and Red Bull, and I'm sorry if this entry made you tired, I KNOW IT MADE ME TIRED.

I'm going back to bed.

Have a lovely day.

Okay, really going now.

MWAH! Love y'all more than my luggage. 

Bachelor recap up soon.



No! Sleep! Psychotic! Rambling! Woo! — 7 Comments

  1. I actually kind of love that photo (and the others like it). It’s got an old-timey corpse feel. And I mean that as a compliment. 🙂
    And I’ll be trailing behind you and Lady Gaga singing Bad Romance.

  2. I like the veil and I’m sure it must have a hat holding it up, but did you notice it really doesn’t show in the picture..?… just saying.

  3. I’m sorry to be late to the party, but it is incumbent on me to point out (along with the fact that that is an EPIC hat) that Tarantino’s bad spelling extends to Shosanna’s name, which I did not spend half the movie obsessing about nor did I spend the other half wondering about the pronunciation of S in Yiddish.

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