There's something about Las Vegas and people driving with popsicles. I've noticed that locals like to drive around town eating a freaking popsicle. I know it's hot. I know they're good. But how about a soda instead? The last thing I want to pull up next to is a huge dude giving a popsicle a blow job. I need to make a bumber sticker: MAPD - Mother Against Popscicle Drivers.
I desperately need to get my hair done. I cant remember the last time I had it cut and colored. At first it was like, yah, roots are in, dudes....I did this on purpose.
Then later it was like, yah, I'm a career woman, I don't have the damn time to get my hair done.
NOW, it's like, yah, my hair is disgusting....I know. Stop fucking staring.
I turn 32 on Friday. Wow. This is one of those years that I could really give a shit how old I am or that it's my birthday. It's not a bad feeling, maybe just denial? I think I'd rather stay 31 instead... if no one objects.
And last, what the fuck is up with Kate's (Jon and Kate) haircut? I HATE it. I keep staring at it, trying to figure it out. Is it short? Is it long? Is it blond? Is it brown? Has she turned lesbian? Maybe? If that were the case it would sure make some good TV.