Just realized a second ago that I'm basically the girl who lived. You know. Like Harry Potter. But my Voldemort was H. Pylori. And anxiety. And Hashimoto's. And he kept coming back till I killed him with surgery. I don't know, there may still be some horcruxes in my body and I'll finally kill them with radioactive iodine, but I'm basically the girl version of HP.
Been playing Blitz with the fam. Was really hot till dad knocked and I was on my honor for five hands already. Using as much card lingo as I can to prove my coolness.
The awful short read is up. Proceed at your own risk.
Been eating the same thing every day since December, right, meat, squash, zucchini, sweet potato, stir fried in olive oil, garlic salt, rosemary, parsley, basil, garlic, green onion, takes two hours to make, the ush, but today I made it FUCKING ORGASMIC. And I don't know what the fuck I did. Shit.
May post it in a temp tab. If I feel like wrenching your heartstrings.
Anytime Chris Pratt posts it's going to be gold, whether it's funny or uplifting or both, so I was elbows deep in reading this bad boy when I reached to scroll down and my thumb accidentally tapped on the username below and to my severe distaste I saw Kim K's face and nearly threw up. Talk about two people on completely opposite sides of the spectrum.
I bawled to the bf for a 1/2 hour over the ending of Gilmore Girls. Two days later and I'm still sad.
I was waiting until I finished the show to give a full assessment of what I thought about Gilmore Girls, but because I nearly died while on the last season, a lot is still very foggy, so I'm going to do my best with what I remember.
Dean: Fave Rory boyfriend. Hated Jess, hated Logan. And in my opinion, after we broke up with Dean the second time (you know, not the time they broke up because she didn't say she loved him back), the show never fully returned to the level it had been achieving.
Glad Lorelai ended up with Luke. Disagree with the light they painted Christopher in, he was a great guy and they made him seem like an immature little brat.
Loved how they made the last scene of the last episode an homage to the last scene in the first episode to a T, with Luke busy doing stuff in the background.
With that said, loved the show, that much is obvious, excited for the Netflix revival or whatever they're planning, no idea.
Now here's just a recap of all the reasons I'm basically Lorelai:
Left, I have that jewelry box. Middle, well, I've posted about that before. Right: I have that Legolas cardboard cutout. Because why would I not. Unpictured, is the fact that they filmed an episode at The Sea Sprite motel, which is right on the strip of Redondo Beach, I think I remember posting about that earlier, which is my hometown.
Well. It's been real, girls. I love you with all my heart. I guess there's nothing left to do but wish you a bon voyage. (See what I did there? Winky face.)
I guess I just watched the last episode of Gilmore Girls, and I have only this to say: Why the fuck, if all the other seasons before it have roughly 25 episodes, would you not have roughly 25 episodes in the last season? I have been aware that I was on the last season for a long while now, I knew it, I have braced myself, I have cried myself to sleep many a night, and I went into the episode thinking "Wow, 22, I'm going to have to really come to grips with the fact that the last episode is coming up really soon," and the episode commenced and I nearly cried like five times, wondered why they were laying on the goodbyes so thick, when about 30 minutes through, something clicked within my brain: This one's called "Bon Voyage." Okay, cool, whatever, then something someone said sparked something else in my brain, and I moved the mouse to check and make sure there was a skip episode button AND THERE WASN'T. So cool, just cool, just fab, I learned with ten minutes left to the episode that THAT WAS THE FUCKING LAST EPISODE. There wasn't three more, there was nothing more, this was it.
I had been watching what was left of Gilmore Girls for all time.
EAGLE VS SHARK (2007): Adorbs. Totes. On Netflix. Unique, indie, hilar, rom-com, Jemaine Clement. End of necessary info.
My view of my robe. Apparently there's chocolate in hidden places, because I keep finding smooshed brown patches everywhere. Weird, because I'm never even eating any chocolate . . .
I'm eating chocolate all the fucking time.
Ordered 4 more: MOPH, AYW, Get Sloane, and TSAM, and I am patiently awaiting their arrival.
I got two new buyers of the MOPH eBook and got really excited but then nearly shut down immediately wondering if they are Hollywood movie makers out to steal work from unknown self-publishers, because who would the law believe, hot shot film producers or a random little unimportant girl? But then I remembered if Frankie Muniz can take Hollywood then I can too. Because I will. Oh yes. These books are my babies. And I fight for them to the death.
But they're probably just your average everyday people purchasing them for the mere pleasure of reading something amazing and if that's the case then proceed, you lovely human beings.
I just watched the nastiest shit on Nickelodeon while waiting for SpongeBob to come on, maybe you're familiar with it, "Sanjay and Craig"? What. The fuck. Did I just. Fucking. Have. To. See. It was literally a five minute commercial of these cartoon characters throwing up and turning their skin inside out. Fuck I've never been so traumatized. Poor kids.
But that's all I got. No more mula. But I'm trying to convince myself when I blow up and am the most well-known writer in the world I will have these quirky first editions while everyone else has perfect ones and everyone will be jealous because these have mistakes which means character. But maybe I'm just trying to justify not paying for another copy.