Okay, so, I’m going to admit something to you all, and I’m probably going to take a lot of heat for it…because, well, I *know* how people on the internet can get. I have seen the gloves come off and it can get UGLY. and I’m usually a shy-away-from-the-drama type of girl, but, alas, here goes:
I do not, for the life of me, get the Bradley Cooper thing.
There. I said it. I mean, sure, he’d probably be a cool guy to grab a couple of beers with, but, girls, come on, dude looks almost as penis-like as that Shia LeBeauf (Kerri Anne gets a pass here. because I heart her so and she’s pretty dead on with her other interests and hobbies. heh.)
you guys…seriously? seriously?!??!?
also? that movie He’s Just Not That Into You? Well, to say that I was just not that into it is me being KIND. wow. that was BAD. really bad. and I’m not just talking about Jennifer Connelly’s caterpillar eyebrows and Justin Long’s inability to pull off the leading man role and Kevin Connolly’s inability to pull off anything other than E on Entourage. and you already know how I feel about Drew Barrymore…
this morning, sitting on my keyboard was a lovely little lunch mail gift for me.
It says: “Ali, Hope Atlantic (which I can only assume is a typo?) is a fantastic experience”
hrm. this is probably the nicest thing I’ve ever gotten at my desk. oh, with the exception of the time that the husband went with me to a Toronto Film Festival movie premiere gala and picked a fight with me right before the show started and then sent me an entire box of Mrs. Field’s cookies the next day (mmm) but, here’s the rub…I have no idea who left it for me. none. I don’t recognize the handwriting. I can only assume it’s not another editor, because of the typo. but, that’s it…that’s all I’ve got.
A REAL-LIFE MYSTERY!
and who says working in a cubicle is boring?!?
My dog.
My fucking dog. I mean, I love the little bugger. He charms the pants off of everyone. seriously, how could you not love that face?
He just has one teeny weeny fault: His addiction to eating my shoes and my underwear.
Notice I used the word “MY”
because it’s always mine. I threw out 17 v-strings yesterday and 3 pairs of shoes. 3 pairs of black shoes, staples. some of my favorites. and two of them were mary janes (yes, Casey, people over the age of 5 DO wear mary janes. Jessica Simpson told me so. heh) that he ATE the straps off of. He didn’t just chew a little bit on the heel, like a normal puppy would do. He actually ATE the strap. gone. into the abyss of his cast-iron stomach.
(he also, in addition to my shoes and thongs, ate a silicone pot holder. THE ENTIRE THING. oh, and he loves crayons.)
So, now I have some underwear and some shoes to replace and I should be all YES! LET’S GO SHOE SHOPPING! AND TO VICTORIA’S SECRET! awesome! but, alas, I’m trying to save money. and my dog is certainly not helping. and seriously, whoever said that having a puppy was like having a baby…I can tell them that they are damn wrong..
because none of my babies every ate my clothing and my shoes.
crayons, maybe. but never any shoes.
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