Trash

Well, Oprah and Eckhart kicked me out of their classroom last night (it got really sluggish, I tried to refresh and could never get back in), but! It will be available on the itunes, so I’ll just get it from there, I’d rather listen on my own time anyway. On my morning walk to work seems like an ideal time, so…

Is it horrible that I’m so extremely excited for the primaries tonight? It’s not right? Because this is the most dramatic thing in my lifetime politically, this is make it or break it in people’s lives, this is the big time! I’m really looking forward to it, and even convinced John to get delivery, which is a big deal, ‘cause we’ve been working hard to save the money. So yay!

Good things are happening around here again, open it up a little bit, and the good stuff can come in right? Right.

Now, on to the trash: is Girlicious just maybe the best show on TV? There is something so beautiful about the Pussycat Dolls ideal, I loved them all crying at Nicole’s “album listening party,” whoo golly.

I find I really don’t care about the women on Idol this year, I just can’t watch them, but I can watch the dudes. What does that mean? That I’m straight? Probably.

I finished Skylight Confessions by Alice Hoffman, I enjoyed it, lots of magical imagery, a realistic story set in a magical sort of world. Now I’m on to Harry Potter Prisoner of Azdfajkdls;ajlan, my jimblehoffers are all in a pantiesbunch.