"Don't miss out on Life of Agony!"
No shitting you, that's what the email subject from Ticketmaster was...Gods it made me laugh! Who the hell names their band "Life of Agony" and expects anyone to take them seriously other than those oh-so-
tormented, angsty teens that "are
not goth!" Oh it makes me just roll with laughter!
Anywho--I have also made the return to the world of blog, even though Anne beat me to the punch. I don't really have much to say. I went to three movies this week. I went to "Love Actually", "Lost in Translation" and "The Last Samauri". All good movies. Top rated for me though was "Love Actually" just because Hugh Grant is his usual, cute foppish self. *snuggles imaginary Hugh Grant* Hey! Who cares if he's into prostitutes, even if he was married to Elizabeth Hurley?
Let's see...what else? Oh, psycho Matt sent me a "simply tasteless" (in the words of Nailz) e-card that was one of those come-on, sleazy sex cards. Ewww.... *flinches from nastiness* I want to kick the asses of Verizon and The Express--just because they're fuckers. I found a new (insert "mindless" here) joy on the Internet, it's called Hot Or Not. Check it out at:
www.hotornot.com. I have started looking at cars on the internet so that I will have some clue as to what I'll get after all this is over. I really am thinking about the Honda Civic Hybrid.....what do you guys think? Anyone remember what car it is that MomFish has? I wouldn't mind one of those kinds because I already know how that handy-dandy little computer display thingy works and also know that it was hella cheaper than any Honda is going to be.
Here's a quizzywizzy for those who are addicted just like me (come on...you know you are):

Which of Henry VIII's wives are you?
this quiz was made by the lycanthropes at Spookbot
"Anna of Cleves got the royal shaft. She came all the way to England to become the fourth wife of Henry VIII. Once married to Anna, he refused to consummate the marriage, and called her the "Flanders Mare". Talk about a burn, considering that by this time, Henry was the fattest man in England and had a rotting syphilis sore on his leg.
Anna was miffed, but she was too sensible to let it ruin her fun. She was given an annulment and a fat yearly allowance, and she threw extravagant parties and dined on delicacies for the rest of her life."
I can only equate Henry to Krump. Hmmm...*thinks innocently* ;) I think that's about it. Nothing much has changed, except that I feel a hell of a lot better mentally lately. It's hard to explain....
--clare