*Flings self onto imaginary fainting couch*
I am filled with ennui.
Not really, I'm just sitting here trying to think of something terribly exciting to talk about on ye olde Blogge today. Were I filled with ennui, I would still be hiding in bed, but no! I am up! And writing! And for some reason, I have VH1 on in the background and they're actually playing music videos.
Music videos. On a music video channel. Hold me, internet, I'm skeered.
Oh *I* know what I can do. I can tell you about all the excitement of last night. It's amazing, how someone who rarely leaves the house can have a fun Friday night, without doing anything illicit or illegal, and I have my delightful little pal Amber (that's a link to her blog, you should read it, or else? Beatings.) to thank for it. For you see, Amber was in fine form last night, and vair funny and perhaps a TINY BIT intoxicated, and we got on Skype and it was hilarious. You get no details, in case one of us ever wants to run for office of some sort.
But the real fun was on SPARKLEMOTION, which you should totally join, because we are exceedingly silly there, and all the MamaPop people were posting pictures featuring their vair attractive selves, and also whatever beverage they were consuming at the time, and, well, that's where it got a little dicey for yours truly, for even though I no longer drink of the boozeahol, I DO enjoy a good stimulant from time to time, and let's just let the pictures speak for themselves, shall we?
It started out with this:
An aside: Yes, that is a ketchup bottle in the background. WHY is there a ketchup bottle in my living room? I like to keep condiments strewn about, you know, in case someone comes to the door with pigs in a blanket. I wouldn't want to be unprepared! You understand, my beloved little squirrels, I know you do.
Tragically, I, of the addictive personality, can NEVER have "just one" of anything, and I am ashamed to say that I had exactly no shame in not only doing this, but taking a picture FOR POSTERITY.
I have an amazing idea. I think that I should sell out completely and become a spokesperson for Monster Lo Carb Energy drinks, and they can film me sitting alone in my apartment playing on the internet positively VIBRATING with lo-carb energy and that would be their new advertising hook.
"Buy Monster Lo-Carb Energy Drinks: Fortified with crack cocaine and endorsed by thirty-something year old crazy cat ladies everywhere."
It's an advertising pitch that CANNOT LOSE.
Okay, my little cabbages, I have a SUPER SECKRIT PROJECT to work on, so I must leave you for now, but never forget that even when I am bouncing like a ping pong ball full of caffeine, I am filled not with ennui, but love for YOU. YES, YOU.
Now I'm really going, for this blog entry has become entirely too silly.
PS: This is Amber. She wanted me to put this picture of her from last night up. Isn't she ADORABLE??? Look at those piggytails! (Ok, Amber, I put your cute picture up, PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!!!)