That’s what I’m talkin’ about!
The sun is out (though, so is the wind), I am about to embark on an alarming display of consumerism, armed with too much spending power (though, should be paying off my Visa) and I just unearthed this really ass-tastic pair of pants from my closet.
I
will
be
invincible.
My girlfriend will be here soon, and our first order of business is the Home Goods store where I will buy, even when my practical Inner Goddess is balking, The Red Tea Kettle. Even if it IS way more expensive than the less appealing, but equally functioning, chrome ones. I’ve been longing for it. I want it. I want it to come live at my house and make lemon tea.
The rest of the day will be filled with “If you’ll just sign here” and “Black or brown, Em? Or both?” and “You’re sure it’s not too short?” And it will end with good friends and a big piece of red meat at nieghborhood BBQ joint. Which will then end the reign of the ass-tastic pants, but what can ya do?
(Oh, and Matrix Revolutions? Disappointing. Too much love, not enough fighting. And for this girl, that’s sayin’ a lot.)
Ass-tastic!
A) I’m sure it’s never too short.
B) I’m sure the tastic shan’t leave the ass.
Re: Matrix. That is saying a lot. You nearly ran out of the room crying when I showed you Fight Club.
I know. Isn’t that terrible? I’d say my skin is getting thicker, but I still hid my face during the fight scenes in Matrix. Maybe it’s just that the love story was so terribly unconvincing that the violence was really the lesser of the two evils.
if you like BBQ, you should come to Texas. Our BBQ is the shizznit.
Agree on the Matrix. However, there was less gross androgenous Keanu and Carrie Anne sex than in number 2, so I was content.
Of course it’s not too short. It’s never too short.