I Don't Even Know What to Say About This

Ok, while no one can (or should be required to) look good all the time, there just HAVE to be some limits. This is Josh Hartnett. He has MILLIONS of dollars. Get an effing shave you loser. You AREN'T going to pick up chicks looking like Harry Potter aftera weekend spent "under the bridge" on a amphetimine binge. Fool.

Franz Plays Hogwarts

Since the Firdinands are the fave band of Spell Caster Potter, they're going to play the prom (or whatevs) in the next Harry Potter movie, Harry Potter and the Scottish Hipsters. Maybe they'll play Cheating On You to out Hermini's love affair with Mr. Weasley.

If By Shave Creme You Mean...

I have all this stuff to do at work today so I haven't been able to compile all the fantastic things that are happening here, there and everywhere, so I'm just going to share my own retardedness.
I haven't washed my own clothes in about 5 years and even then it was questionable. In my new home, I have a washer/dryer in my bathroom. Last night I did some laundry and it was the greatest thing ever. My clothes were actually fluffy and smelled like fresh dewdrops as opposed to kind of stiff and smelling like nothing. I was in such a good mood this morning that I even heated up a towel for myself while I was in the shower. When I moved, I found all these great beauty products that I had forgotten about, one being refreshing mint body wash and lotion. I decided to use the lotion. I felt kind of weird as it went on and didn't smell like anything. After reading the label, I realized it was shaving creme. Yes, that's right shaving creme for men.

Smindies Get Together

My favorite Smindie, Ms. Mandy Moore has found herself a compatable mate in Zach Braff. They're both adorable, talented and of course Smindie. Hopefully this will go better than her stint with that soon to be has been tennis pro boffing rich middle aged housewives for tips. Bravo, lady.

Hott, Rich, College Guys

This is the new bestest thing. So I'm home in A-town due to certain people wanting a look at my brain waves, and I'm driving down the street-- and what to my wondering eyes should appear but an uber hott guy on a shiney new deer (and by deer, clearly I mean Audi). We shared a glance and a nod as all Adui drivers do, and it was like BAM this is why guys always want to go out with either young girls or stupid girls--cause they won't care how you treat them and they'll follow you around, buy you shit and compliment you on everything--even if they have no idea what you're talking about. And as an extra added bonus, they don't really care if you cheat on them, which, by nature (or ownership at least) I'm required to do. So my new plan is hott, rich college guys because they are the new twenty-something stupid girl.