Trudy - exactly!
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Everyone else has much more interesting plans.
I'm sitting in class listening to a debate about Luther and Erasmus.
Buh.
I imagine breaking up is hard to do (I heard that somewhere) but having to give press releases about every breakup and hookup would drive me insane.
Which is why I'd never get famous--and if I should find a sugar daddy with a high profile, he can deal with the press.
having to give press releases about every breakup and hookup would drive me insane.
They don't have to. They're cultivating publicity. What bad thing would happen if they didn't?
I was saying that the other day about Charlie Sheen and Denise Richards -- the process has got to be hard enough, trying and failing to Make It Work, but to do a round of interviews at every stage? Ugh.
Done! Now I can go and get lunch.
Today I am cleaning house, buying gym shoes (new shoes, yay!) and then BF and I are joining the Y and meeting with a trainer. I am very excited. Wea re planning to recover from all this activity by lazing around all evening and catching up with TiVo. I think it'll be a perfect evening.
What bad thing would happen if they didn't?
Brangelina. I totally respect their desire to keep quiet--but it's a tradeoff. I'd also find it hard to deal with the barrage of attention, the spike in paparazzi, and the boatload of lies that'd be all over the press.
Actually talking to them stops that some.
Good last-few-minutes-of-morning, peeps. I got home at midnight last night, and the upstairs' neighbors' party was still going strong.
On the downside, I had to swim through a cloud of (leftover) pot smoke to get to my front door. On the upside, at least they smoked it outside, even if they were dumb enough to do it in the front yard. (It's a very small front yard, and a very busy street.)
On the downside, they were still going strong (and loud bass inescapable) at 2am, when I decided it was Time. (For their first ever party, I didn't want to be too much of a crankypants, so I just stayed up reading fanfic.) On the upside, when I called upon the stroke of 2, they immediately promised to turn down the music and turn off the bass, which they did do, and then they thanked me for calling.
The weird part is they were up this morning and wearing shoes while I was still gronkly and in bed. WTF??
Maybe potsmoking has unexpectedly revivifying aspects?
I wondered how you made out with the party....