It snowed here so I started listening to the Mariah Carey Holiday station on Pandora. Then I had a candy cane. And then I watched The Mistle-Tones. I'm so ashamed. It's only November 17th and I've already watched 3 shitty Christmas movies. I think it makes me feel better about my transgressions to criticize the movies in my head, as if it doesn't count if I'm aware of how truly awful they are.
And "truly awful" is a great way to describe them. The Mistle-Tones, for instance, is even dumber than you would imagine, and I'm guessing you would imagine it's pretty dumb. Don't even get me started on this shithole called Christmas Crush I just watched. It stars Aaron Samuels as the allegedly uncool, platonic best friend of the main character, a goddamn hot guy that she's NEVER realized is hot. Please.
Monday, November 17, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
I haven't been blogging a lot lately, but that doesn't mean I've stopped having profound thoughts about the world around me, thoughts that need to be shared on a regular basis. So please, allow me to brain dump.
I just discovered makeup video reviews on YouTube. I don't know why, but I can't stop watching these people talk about the subtle nuances between the Revlon Colorburst Balm Stain and the Revlon Colorburst Matte Balms. This woman is mesmerizing. I can't look away. (And the matte balms are pretty amazing too, by the way.) Just don't let me start watching unboxing or haul videos or I'll never leave the house again.
On the radio the other day, the DJ played "Sweater Weather" and "Undone (The Sweater Song)" back-to-back, and I appreciated it. But really, it's Wisconsin, so they should have been playing "Cuddl Duds Weather" and "Undone (The Parka Song)."
If you're not listening to Serial, you're not living a full life. Chris and I listened to it together on the couch last week, and we might even add popcorn to the mix this week. It feels like the 1940s. Gives an additional layer to the term "Throwback Thursday."