Blog posts I am thinking of writing this coming week include:
1. An academic analysis of why Rebecca Eckler fucking sucks and how this stupid lawsuit of hers is only the most recent development in an ongoing saga of utter stupidity.
2. A post about how I’ve had a crush on Seth Rogen since Freaks and Geeks came out in 1999 and how I am thus so on top of the new trend of thinking he is great and may in fact have started that trend.
3. A post about how I’m so on top of the new trend about vitamin D preventing cancer because I’ve been taking it every day (but not enough to become toxic, don’t worry) since November in a vain attempt to ward off seasonal affective disorder.
4. My semi-annual post about my irrational fear of melanoma.
5. A post about how excited I am about the Cyndi Lauper/Debbie Harry/Gossip concert next Tuesday.
6. An in-depth analysis of the merits of the shaken margarita over the blended margarita (main point being: shaken is classier because blended bears too great of a resemblance to 7-11 slurpees).
7. Something pretty funny about how I’ve decided that today is officially Cocktail Dress Wedesday, and how I am thus dressed accordingly.
8. One of those posts about how boys are dumb.
9. A post about all of my great ideas for blog posts that I never actually get around to writing and about how I end up writing lists (that don’t even go up to ten) instead.
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Maybe I’ve been so bad at business class this semester because I’ve been poisoning myself with outrageous quantities of vitamin d… or maybe it’s because I’m lazy. But most likely it’s the fault of David Lynch.
You’re going to True Colours?!?! I’m so jealous. Beth Ditto is my hero. As are Margaret Cho and Debbie Harry. Eeeeeeee!
Also, Rebecca Eckler is the opposite of my hero. I want to kick her. I’ve hated her since I read her for the first time in high school. Holy vapid.
Apparently there are still True Colours tickets available and there’s some magical way of getting them for, like $11 through pizza pizza or something ridiculous like that, if you were wanting to go. I’m so excited for it. It’s going to be soooo good.
And yeah, I hate Rebecca Eckler. I hate her alot. I think I hated her the most when they ran an excerpt of her new book in Macleans, which was basically her saying “I went to France with the Fiance and bought a skirt for my annoying baby and it was, like, $400! Oops! It’s tough being a parent!” Holy self-absorbed and unaware of her own privelige.
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