Blah... Weather is poopie, I'm tired and Waterfield is boring.

I'd like to crawl under the desk and go to sleep. No one would notice.

Hopefully friends will be hanging out tonight. Some are supposed to be in town tonight.

Watched SNL the other night. It was a re-run of the episode that Jon Heder hosted and Ashlee Simpson was singing. The one after the whole lip sync thing. She started her performance with a song that was sounding sad. She "dedicated" it to herself after the whole SNL fiasco. Listen you little brat. You made over $5 mill last year. You have nothing to be sad about. Your life may be under the microscope, but hell I'd go through it for a few mill a year. You loose your ability to whine when you become rich. That goes for you too pop/emo kids, and pretty much any other artist that hasn't had a family member die, or a wife/husband leave them. That's about the only time I'll believe that you are truly sad. So your boyfriend/girlfriend of six months left you. Guess what? Even if you are the ugliest person in the world, the fact that you are worth millions makes you attractive to people. You'll find someone else. STFU.

Enough of that rant. Don't have anything else of worth to post.

Laters  ¶ Friday, January 06, 2006