Saturday, December 27, 2008

Paxil decrease

Went down another 5mg on Wednesday night....from 10 mg. I have had the wonderful opportunity to discover "night sweats" because of it.

I get them even when I'm sleeping during the day.

Happy holidays!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

I am loving this facial hair thing that guys have got going on these days. It gets me all hot and bothered.

Monday, December 15, 2008

How/Why

Why are there no commercials for non electronic toys this year? I can't remember the last time I saw an ad for a board game. I just see ads for video games for various systems and new televisions.

I think this is a little ridiculous.

"Idiocracy" anyone?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Reality TV

I've recently been watching a lot of reality TV. I actually can't stand it, but when you're sick at home with basic cable you don't have much of a choice. Reading is out of the question, because for some reason I just can't focus on the words when I'm not feeling well.

I am amazed at the people who are on reality TV. A few weeks ago I caught an episode of "Wife Swap" on ABC or something. In it, they had this family in California who swapped wives with a Main family. Of course the CA family was all rich and shit; nouveau-riche I'd call them, and the ME family worked in fishing. I can't say that I was taken aback by the ME family, but I found so many things wrong with the CA family. The first of which was how they let their kids do anything they wanted, and by that I mean they had to choose what activities they wanted to do around the house. If they wanted to play ball or play board games or something like that. They could also spend all day watching TV, which is exactly what they did end up doing. Those kids were also some of the biggest brats I've ever seen. But the FATHER took the cake. He was dressed like a sixteen year old skater kid. Except he was like....forty. He didn't even dress well. And then he freaked out when the lady from Maine tried to air-dry their laundry claiming the air wasn't clean enough for the clothes and wanted her to dry it via the dryer.

What.

The.

Fuck.

If anyone has ever air-dried their clothes (which I imagine is a fairly large number of people), you'd know that the clothes ALWAYS smell better. I'm not even going to touch the dirty air comment either.

I've also caught a few episodes of "Stylista" as well. Wow. What a crappy show. I do not understand why anyone would want to work for the witch in charge of Elle. I don't know why anyone let's her do the voice-over for the show because she sounds remarkably flat.

And what is up with the challenges? Apparently the first challenge was getting her breakfast. Are you fucking serious? Is that all that they could come up with? Soon after, she brought in her bitchy little ten year old niece who wanted a big fancy birthday party and sounded like a big brat.

I went to school on the upper east side. The school which is the basis of "Gossip Girl" to be exact. We had some spoiled kids there, but that little girl takes the cake. Watch the clip below, it's about four minutes in.



The editor also uses a microphone to communicate to her busy assistant. She laughs like it's funny, but it's really not and I'm sure it was a passive-aggressive move on her assistant's part. Watch the clip below.



Ugh, I'm so disgusted.

Edit: This is an absolutely hilarious take on the Stylista episode I'm referring to. It even mentions "Passions"!!!! Bwahaha.

http://www.tvgasm.com/shows/stylista/stylista-childs-8231.php

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Been sick

Stuff coming soon.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

So...so....

I did a photoshoot for my mom's friends lingerie/makeup place. It's about an hour into Jersey from NYC. Anyway, they did a horrible makeup job, but I gave it my best as I posed in lingerie.

I got the pictures today.

And...

And....

I look like a hooker.

In all of the pictures.

It's so embarrassing. Even so for my mom who had to look like she really liked them as her friend went through all of them with her. In front of a whole bunch of their friends.

Oy vey.