seriously?

While spending time probably alloted for something else on the internet instead, i came across this:

I mean, really? Most Americans get this wrong? Really? Are you trying to tell me something, cute little polar bear? Initially, I was like, 'well duh, it's a friggin polar bear,' but now you are making me doubt myself. I don't appreciate that.

I guess I shouldn't really be so surprised / indignant.

This one made me straight-out lol, though:

Now you are just insulting me. Obviously it is BOTH.

anagram-bot.

sitting on the computer at mom's house, decided to have the interwebs anagram my name. laughter and a bit of confusion ensue:

Nakedly Let On

Tonally Kneed

Yanked Tell No

Tanked Yell No

Ladle Ken Tony

Lad Kneel Tony

Lank Needy Lot

and my personal favorite:

Tanked Lonely.

you're welcome.

i married the eiffel tower

http://streetbonersandtvcarnage.com/blog/guess-what-objectum-sexuals-love/

i just stumbled across this documentary about something i never knew existed: objectum-sexuals. or, people who are in love with inanimate objects. it's called 'married to the eiffel tower,' and is at turns hysterical and horribly sad. all of the objectum-sexuals existing in the world are women, and they talk to buildings as if they are their lovers, building to-scale models of them to keep in their homes as well as even taking home parts of them to 'make love' with. as much as i want to laugh at this (and i did; trust me), it makes me more than a little sad to think that these women have rarely and sometimes never had a flesh-and-blood, loving relationship with another human. it made me wonder: is this something that is biologically ingrained, something that they can't help? or is it a reaction to a fear within them that any relationship that they have won't work?

i tend to think that it's the latter reason. these women seem to love these inanimate objects as much as any person loves their significant other. they want to have them (or a piece of them) close by, they seem to get something out of it, and let's face it: an inanimate object can never complain to you. but as much as i am an accepting person, and as much as i encourange anyone to do what will make them happy, i just can't understand it. it doesn't mean i disapprove, i just don't UNDERSTAND. how can you love an inanimate object? how can you marry the eiffel tower? how can you be intimate with the golden gate bridge, for fuck's sake?

i guess we'll never know. but nothing can beat a video of a woman who's in love with a banister. A BANISTER, PEOPLE.

another friday night.

favorite thing about last night?

i'll set the scene:

six friends sitting on the couch, watching 'the mighty boosh.' bollo the gorilla says, "i've got a bad feeling about this."

me: he's just like c-3po!
::silence::
adam: you are such a nerd. sometimes it suprises me.

there were also references to tontons and the planet hoth.

you're welcome.

2009, bitches.

so, 2008, i have a confession to make: i am not going to miss you. not one eensy bit. you pretty much sucked, if we're being honest. i'm breaking up with you. 2009 is just... well, it has everything i need. i'm not exactly sure what that is quite yet, but i know it's sucked a lot less so far than you, 2008. i'm deleting you from my phone and we're never speaking again.

*whew*

may 2009 bring as much happiness as it will debauchery.

I'm off!

I'm on my way downtown to take the Megabus into Chicago! When I get there I have to take a taxi to the Red Line train, wiggle my way through figuring all that junk out, ride the train, and then meet Chris! Then, we go out for strong bourbon whiskey, per my request.

shirt: Gabriel Brothers, from Urban Outfitters

jeans: Levis

boots: Gabe's. They're amazing. They lace all the way up the back, and look very equestrian. I've pretty much been living in them for the past week. My friend Mike dubbed them my 'shit-kickin boots.'

suitcase: left on my front porch. I don't know, either.

Also, that's what the streak I was talking about bleaching in my hair in the previous post turned out like. I must say I'm happy with it.

I'll do some blogging from Chicago, hopefully. See you later!

xoxo

List:

Things I am currently doing:

-watching Hotel Chevalier

-packing (early but frantically!) for Chicago

-drinking (gross) Chardonnay. I like Pinot Grigio better, but it was more expensive, and I am po'

-bleaching a streak of my hair. More on this later.

-reading blogs

-blogging

-being simultaneously redundant and a vortex of blogging, packing and drinking frenzy.

Also, Jason Schwartzman is sexy. Now I have to watch Shopgirl, too. Thanks a lot, Wes Anderson. We can still get married, though.