so much beauty in dirt.

I think I've managed to stay away from the stupidity of celebrity news for the most part, but I will admit I've been finding it pathetically entertaining lately. I have taken more of an interest in it than I'd like to admit. First off, I am sick of America getting such glee out of this Jon and Kate affair. Despite the cuteness of the children and my slight admiration of Kate's brassiness, I am sick of it. E! did some ridiculous special called, "Jon and Kate: Twisted Fate" which basically exploited the fact that neither of these people seem very contented. Kate did some sort of media circuit apologizing for making her husband look bad and simultaneously calling him an idiot. Look lady, I think you're a pretty despicable person, but please just announce your impending divorce on your show. I would find it far more interesting than watching you berate your husband about a coupon. Anyway, the amount of time spent making said E! special is pretty annoying. The combination of five minute interviews with five year old neighbors and romantically fogged stills of their wedding was obviously meticulously thought out.

Well, now that I've proved myself to be completely inane and worthless, I'll transition to something more substantial. My boobs have gotten bigger and I am disconcerted. I haven't got many other things to worry about these last few weeks. Due to lack of job and apartment, I moved back home. Somehow, I thought the job market/economy was going to be slightly better here. Of course, I'm just has jobless here as anywhere else. My blob state has been surpassed by constantly horizontal state, as well as being coated in a thin layer of cheese dust from Whole Foods puffs. I wake up with mascara goo smeared all over my face and put on the same cheese-stained tank top, play the Sims 3 whilst eating Nutella with a spoon (repeat for about five hours) and then watch some horrendous VH1 celebrealty dating show. ("Daisy of Love" is a beautiful medley of hair extensions, eyeliner, venereal disease and corsets [and that is just the men].) Repeat. Really, I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, because I actually enjoy this uselessness. It's a nice break from Milwaukee, I guess. Plus, Milwaukee gave me the fucking swine flu.

The Yahoo! headline today is "Lady Gaga's missing pants" and "Paris' fake bake". The internet is so enriching.

Also, I think my dog officially has cleaner hair than I do. I also share her prodigious and slightly sinister-looking eyebrows.

Currently listening to: Trigger Cut/Wounded-Kite at :17 - Pavement