Yeah, yeah, yeah. Long absence. Busy.
So on Sunday night, we went to see Justin Timberlake. That's right. Let that shit sink in for a minute. My little Justin rocked my world with a falsetto, some trashy back-up dancers and a Timbaland appearance which merely involved Timbaland referring to himself in the third person and encouraging the audience to chant his name. All the overproduced stuff aside (which, incidentally, I loved), J.Tim is a consummate performer and an even better dancer than I am. Ok, he's actually a dancer, and I'm a "dancer." Ok, I'm not even a "dancer" but more like a person who likes to dance and does it badly.
Yesterday I wore my Very Expensive Jeans. I won't tell you the price or the brand, but they are in that category of Expensive Jeans where you gag a little when handing over your credit card but then realize that they were entirely worth X dollars. These jeans are magic, like Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants kind of magic, although there's no way in hell I'm sending these jeans to any of you yokels. If you call me up crying and say that you have no pants and the doctor said you could only wear Very Expensive Jeans Brand because of a skin ailment, I will sympathize and tell you that designer clothes are often quite reasonable on eBay. Maybe I will even do a search for you. I wish I knew why they were so expensive and what they do to make them flatter my backside and why they fall so nicely around my boots and why the fabric never feels "jeany" the way that other jeans do on a cold morning when your skin is kind of dry. I now own several items which I use and proclaim to myself, "I cannot go back to the cheaper version." I can't lead a worker's revolution. Take away my party card and Chairman Mao T-shirt, replace with a copy of Atlas Shrugged and Alan Greenspan. I love money.
Also, I'm a little disturbed that I always know the movie that's on the Disney Channel, even if it's a "made for the Disney Channel" movie. Model Behavior? Seen it. Ice Princess? Seen it. Bring it on 2? Oh, have I seen it. I also know who Hannah Montana and Zack & Cody are, and I wish I could erase them and replace that brain space with something more useful....but let's be serious, what could that be? Speaking of gleefully wasted brain space, I watched the season premiere of Gossip Girl and I LOVED IT. Unfairly beautiful and ridiculously rich young people = A GOOD TIME ALWAYS. And such hip and artfully placed music! What a seductive yet edgy criticism of East Coast upper class! TV is back with a vengeance, my friends.
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I don't care if you only post once a decade (okay, I do actually)- I L.O.V.E it when you do.
Also, expect a crying phone call from me shortly begging for VEJ. I'm putting your talk to the test. ;)
p.s. Usually, I love me some Timbaland, but I cannot understand why he couldn't come up with something more grammatically correct than "can you handle me the way I are."
i thought that was the point of the song?
Reasons your post made me happy:
1. I definitely could not lead a worker's revolution unless that revolution was a way to get all of them to work for ME.
2. Those Disney movies & shows? Seen them. Zack and Cody? Known them since they played Ben on Friends. Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants? Saw it once in the theatre and countless times on HBO. Not only that, but I also own a whole collection of Mary Kate and Ashley movies.
3. Gossip Girl? Saw it, loved it, went out and bought the book. No joke.
PS: Did you notice that Serena is also Bridget from the Sisterhood?
"Take away my party card and Chairman Mao T-shirt, replace with a copy of Atlas Shrugged and Alan Greenspan. I love money."
Took you 27 years to join the good side of the force. Welcome, young padwan.
I'm coming late to the party here, but you MUST bring those VEJ to the city of lights with you - I'm quite certain they will take the ch-ch-ching out of the silly tapered thingies I see every skinny minnie wearing here. Give me some booty, any day.
With a wink and dose of JT,
M.
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