Flipflops in the Rain


vino fueled know-it-all…

you know you’re getting old when you choose to stay home on a friday night and go to bed before 11 — TWO FRIDAYS IN A ROW. (scratch that. THREE. but i blame the snow for the third.)

you know you watch too much TV when you have seen every rerun on every channel.

you know you’re right when you say “ugh, Katherine Heigl SUCKS!!!”

you know you’re not a “real” american if you only choose to watch the olympics when someone else puts it on — or when you STILL don’t really care about curling or know what it is, even though it’s apparently the new cool american thing to do to act like you’re obsessed with it.

you know you’re a traditionalist when you love all types of wine, but you go back to the same ol’ riesling every single time.

you know you’re a lightweight when you’ve only had one teeny, tiny glass of said riesling and your eyes are crossing and you catch yourself rambling about nothing.

you know you’re an emotional lightweight when you’ve only had two teeny, tiny glasses and you start sobbing during Kell on Earth* because OMG SHE’S AN AMAZING BOSS when really? she’s terrifying. TERRIFYING!

*can we talk about this show for a minute? she’s seriously terrifying, but i can’t stop watching. her personality is so incredibly intimidating and I’m so glad i don’t work for her, but i think i want to be her! she inspires me to embrace my inner bitch slash genius.



i’m kind of afraid to say it…

… but am i the only one who’s pretty much over Gossip Girl?

don’t get me wrong — i’ll still watch it. but something is definitely off.



tv fangrrrrrrrl

since my 2008 resolution was an overwhelming FAIL (let’s just say, i’m not meant to be rich), i decided not to do resolutions this year — just basic to-better-myself-is-to-happy-myself goals. (i have no idea what that meant). the goals include write more, eat less, yoddi yoddi yodda.

instead, in the past six days, when i’m not writing less and eating more, all i’ve done is morph into this*:

tvobsessive

i apparently don’t like drawing extremities. also, i have red hair again — but that’s the only resemblance to my real life. (although TV-framed glasses would be AWESOME.)

so i now resolve that as soon as i finish the 5th season of “one tree hill” on dvd, i’ll be back to my ass-kicking self. except of course on monday nights. and unless of course amazon delivers my “how i met your mother” and “30 rock” sets by then.

*possibly part of a new weekly series as requested by Crazy Eyes.