Awwww...!!

I know. But it's still pretty adorable in a ridiculously stupid, waste of money kind of way. Or maybe iPods could just take the place of Barbies, right, and there wouldn't be that problem with unrealistic standards of beauty and measurements and whatnot. Ya know, cos all iPods are um, apple shapes..well I guess the shuffle is pretty anorexic-lookin. What..? I digress, the bottom line here is that I WANT MY IPOD TO BE A PRINCESS!

Also, this website iAttire also has iPod underwear, corsets, and lingerie. And people are actually buying this stuff and this website is effing *selling out* of it! Why did I go to college again? All I need to do is come up with some retarded product for rich or trendy idiots to buy and probably lose interest in the novelty value in like, a day. Although, I mean, they are awesomely cute. Apparently I'm a consumer whore, and how!

Boobsquad, assemble!

So this little conversation started as Sara and I were getting beer at the bodega by our apt, on the way home from work. It's a doozy!

Sara-"So yeah, don't start worrying about my liver now."
Me-"Yeah right, the only reason I'll start worrying about yer liver is when I need to harvest it to take the place of my own."
Sara-(laughs)
Me-"Yeah, I mean, we have maybe a quarter of a normal, working liver between the two of us."
Sara-"But hey, now I almost have two fully functional eyes!"
Me-"And I have 2 new boobs!"
Sara-"What? You just have to bring them up randomly all the time now, huh?"*
Me-"Well we were talking about um, body parts and stuff. Like, better funtioning body parts."
Sara-(laughs)"What, are they working better or something now?"
Me-"Uh, yeah, they're "working" better now! Uh-huh, huh, huh..And I mean, at this rate, maybe by the time I'm like 30 I'll have-"
Sara-"What? 4 boobs?!"
Me-"--a B cup."

End Scene.

*I somehow had a very late growth spurt, like this past few months, of the bra sort. I'm obviously psyched. Who wouldn't be? I've always been in the Iitty Bitty Titty Committee..well I still kinda am.

e-Bayeeeeotch!!

Fuck E-bay. Fuck you people that have some sort of program that swoops in the last minute and outbids me, cos I know some dude couldn't have done that himself, it's just not possible. It was the last 9 SECONDS when he outbid me, with that other open window to bid again, and I LOST. Aack! I had been having dreams about that fucking shirt! I had been fffffantisizing bout it..mmm..Dammit! Although, I guess being outbid on a vintage Echo & the Bunnymen tee shouldn't be the most upsetting thing this month, over, say, being able to pay rent, but it *so is*!! The bastard beat me by a dolla, too. But seriously, how amazing is that t-shirt?! I need a whiskey to console me. Or a pony.

Benzos

They are just the supercutest little hippie-dance-rawk guyyyyys! I almost missed 'em cos I didn't even know there *was* an upstairs lounge to Pianos. We were watching some fucking shitty metal band from Arlington, Texas (I lived near there before!..oh wait, it sucked), with a bad rip off of Gerard from MCR fer a singer, and my ears were baaa-leeding and it was horrible. But allz well that ends well, cos Jaimie n' me caught happy hour and caught Benzos just as they started, and they were fucking sweet. I ended the night curled up into a ball next to Sara on the couch, as she knitted. She bought conversation <3s 90% off at Target. She is my hero today.

*update: I ate too many candy <3s whilst drunk and got an upset stomach. D'oh!...but it was worth it. Hehe.