i apologized to micah the other day for being so sensitive lately. he replied, "oh, that's okay. i understand, it being oscar time and everything. everyone's a little jumpy." isn't that the truth. such a wise sage i am married to...
speaking of the oscars--they sucked! the dresses were mostly very boring. hillary swank's was super awesome, but, she must've been cold or something. very distracting for me. maybe she was smuggling (two) cough drops in her bra. her acceptance speech, while moving, should've been amended to, "i'm just a girl, from a trailer park, with a dream--and two cough drops chillin' in my bra. riiiiiiiiiiiicolaaaaaaaaaa!"
chris rock was funny. i hope he comes back every year. there was a brief and priceless shot of oprah with a raised black power fist. i watched malcom x twice this weekend, so i cheered like an over-zealous sports fan.
sorry my eagerly awaited oscar review is so late. by now, all the twinkling stars in hollywood have resumed normal function of their facial muscles; they are free to re-introduce solids into their diets and cut back on the trim-spa. raise the roof! for index fingers are for pointing again,
and not for inducing regurgitation!
oh oscar! you golden beacon of mainstream mediocrity! you industrial strength ass kissing machine! you allower of allowing the counting crows to infect my living room! you waster of three hours of my life that i could've been spying on my neighbor's oscar party! oh oscar! until next year, i remain your devoted servant!
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
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When can we spy? I got a hankering for some voyerism.
soon, my dear. in the meantime, you can shop for a wig and black unitard.
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