Two words: Antonella Barba.
Two actions: Piercing my own eardrums with a letter opener, and throwing the bloody sword at the television.
Somehow, I cannot help but envision the microphone as a penis.
Like someone said about her, “I just don’t recognize her without a dick in her mouth.” And as I replied, with her in mind, “Some people do look much better with one.”
I was just fussing with my AIM settings, because I only have eleventy billion projects due before midnight and really, why the hell not?
And I learned that you can name people anything you want to. Which, heh. *rubs hands evilly* Just ’cause someone’s on your buddy list doesn’t mean that they’d ever *be* your BFF — I think we all have people we have our own lil nicknames for, and the temptation is just too great to assign them what you *really* call them. 😉
That’s all we’d need, for an autoresponder to come up, “Sorry, (Oxygen Thief), but Goddess doesn’t want to talk to you — EVER”! *bonk*
I was also particularly interested in the “Alert Me When” feature. I do this in iChat but I didn’t realize AIM had added it. But I looked for “alert me when X buddy like, dies or something,” but it wasn’t an option. Bah. Maybe in the next version!
I was just watching “American Idol,” and there was a promo for “Fox News at 10.” Fuckin’ hysterical — they just did a blurb on the blowjob-giving whore, and the ad spot that immediately followed it? “Brought to you by Hummer.” Seriously, they couldn’t have planned that one any better!
That hoe-biscuit Antonella Barba is still on “American Idol.” Seriously!
Paula Abdul looks drugged, as usual. As I remarked to my new-favorite TV-watching buddy, “Paula makes Anna Nicole look lucid. And, for that matter, alive.”
Today’s horoscope — Gemini, daily extended (by Astrology.com):
Even if you will be surrounded by grownups all day, it might feel as though you are stuck in a kindergarten class. For instance, you can expect some petty behavior or even a tantrum when someone doesn’t get his or her way. Your first instinct will be to deal with this person compassionately, but there is no need for that. You can feel free to ignore, and move away from, this negative energy.
No, I don’t wanna be your friend. And definitely not just because you decided you need one, not because it had to be me personally but instead because I was the last one out of the sandbox that you peed in. *punch*
It’s ponderous, really, the lengths we go to, to save some. Yet, we don’t step up to the plate for the ones who are worth it.
The markets went down like that ‘ho Antonella Barba today. And that’s an achievement!
So apparently the Antoiletta Antwatella Antonella Barba blowjob pix are fake. Hey, I figured the vacant look on the “throaty” contestant matched the same one I see on my 32″ TV screen, so whatevuh.
I figured she must be as bad at blowjobs as she is at belting out Aerosmith songs, because done right, the recipient wouldn’t have the presence of mind to reach for a camera.
Oh, and was it me or did the mosaic over the boy’s pee-pee (seriously, it was child-size) look bigger than the wand itself? And that sure as hell ain’t sayin’ much. One would think he’d keep his short-dick pics to himself!
I wonder whether she’ll be in the “Dawg Pound” on “American Idol” tonight, as the boys will be singing and the girls will be sitting there, sweating it out. Someone called the radio station yesterday and said they saw Antwatella getting on the Metro at the National Airport stop, but I doubt “Idol” would let her go home without a press release hitting the airwaves first.
In any event, I’m not sure whether I pity her more for having a rotten ex-boyfriend who released all those pix, or whether I should feel sorrier for her for that god-awful singing voice.
Speaking of crotches, I ordered a pair of pants from an online Web site. I just got the bill for 80 friggin’ dollars. Jesus H. I didn’t look at the price when I did my one-click ordering. Hot damn, they’d better come with a built-in vibrating tongue, for all THAT. Fuckin’ shipping and handling — shit, for what they charged, that tongue had better arrive attached to a MAN!
Sabre and I were just speaking of the need to indulge in a big cup of shut-the-fuck-up (i.e., if you don’t have anything nice to say, and all that jazz), but why us? Why can’t we give a double-shot of it to those who need it most?
I went to drop off my application this weekend at the mediocre-dream apartment, but I parked outside the rental office and could not take my ass out of the car to save my life. I had an application, savings and checking account information, pay stubs and blood and urine samples (theoretically) and I just couldn’t do it — I still have the stuff in my bag. So, I went back to my own building’s management and cussed a blue streak over their inability to call a girl back after a dozen tries.
I was particularly pissed because the unit that opened up next to mine (that I REQUESTED) sat vacant for a month; now a mother with two young kids is in it. I failed to see where that’s a better tenant, but whatever. Their loss. I did take some price quotes down, and promptly left. I enjoy telling people they suck … my cup o’ shut-the-fuck-up was clearly leaking!
The mother on the other side of her locked out her kid (again). Usually she locks out the girl, but this time it’s the boy. (Did I mention that it’s a one-bedroom-plus den?) And a kid is usually always pounding to be let back in, and I think all the other tenants within earshot have had it with them, as we all yelled at the boy to shut up already.
I know it’s not his fault, but seriously, I am so ready to move, I can taste it. It’s a BLESSING that I didn’t get the unit in between us!
I have decided to just live on the street. M Street, but the street nonetheless. 😉
After running around like a psychopath for the past two weeks, Mother Nature forced me to run errands early in the day before grounding me. I watched episodes of “Grey’s Anatomy” that I’d missed this season, I napped, I hugged my cats and I cooked, like, real food and stuff.
Viva le snow day!
So everyone’s yapping about that no-talent, bridge-and-tunnel trash Antonella Barba posing on the toilet, and topless to boot. So the fuck what? I’m sure we’ve all been in a compromising position (*cough*) in our day — we just might not have Memorexed those moments!
“American Idol” fans are all atwitter, wondering whether this will disqualify her from the show. Honey, have you heard her sing? That voice alone is going to serve as her plane ticket home!
