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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

Holy shit balls batman. You all must watch this now.

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

The Jackass Strikes Again

I'm a jackass. That's no surprise. So last night I fell down the stairs. Um, yeah. I went downstairs to get the mail and I was fumbling with my keys. I thought I was at the bottom of the stairs...but apparently not. I missed two steps and went crumbling to the ground, keys clanking with the metal handrail. It was quite a spectacle. I kind of fell on my left knee, but was able to shift most of my weight towards my right hand so as not to crush my knee on the cement-pavement ground. I fell over and rolled onto my back, then quickly got up and recovered. I couldn't believe it. I just started laughing. Thank God my neighbor Lucy wasn't outside on her porch like she always is. Nobody saw me, even though I made quite a racket with my fall. Hahaha. My knee is still a little tingly, but other than that I'm injury free. Phew. That was a close one. But seriously now. How long have I been living at my place now? Almost two years! TWO YEARS! How could I miss those last steps? How could I be that distracted?! I don't know. I'm just a jackass. A complete jackass.

I fell asleep last night in my rocking chair. I woke up with Carolyn hovering over me, trying to pull my crochet hook out of my hand. I'll bet you my mouth was open too. Me, in my rocking chair, television on, half a blanket on my lap and a crochet hook in hand. All this at 10:45pm. Yes, I am a jackass.

This is what someone just said to me...."You know what I love about you Mollie?...that I'll hand you the creepy baton and instead of dropping it like most people, you'll run like hell with it." Hahaha. Good times.

Cycle Leach

I'm a cycle leach. This sucks.

Nipped in the Butt

So I did it. I watched the season premiere of Nip/Tuck and boy was it delicious. Don't get me wrong, I mean, the show is completely ridiculous...way melodramatic, completely egotistical, and just plain silly. But I love it. I was excited that Rhona Mitra was joining the cast this season, but after watching her detective character in last night's episode....eh. I don't really like her character. She's what I call an "Oh puh-lease" character, where everytime she comes onscreen, that's all that comes to mind. It's quite a disappointment. She was so good in Boston Legal. And now, she has this whole tough girl act...one that is difficult to buy into. She's so absurd. Even more absurd is that sex scene at the end of the episode.

C'mon...a threesome? For reals now. That's just so ridiculous. I mean, they are all very attractive people, but come on now. And this is supposed to last a few episodes? This story line is straight out of some horny dude's mind. But I guess I can't completely discredit the writer. I mean, I am watching the show and will continue to do so. I just can't help but laugh and scoff at the absurdity.

Also worth mentioning is the preview of Matt McNamara's new 'do...

It's about time this Michael Jackson wannabe chopped off that mullet of his. It was getting way out of hand. Not to say that this new Sinead O'Connor look looks good on him, but really, anything is better than that mullet. Let's be honest...he's not that cute of a boy. I know, I know what you're thinking...you're a lesbian! Yes, you're right. Who am I to judge how cute a boy is? But honestly...does anyone think he's hot?

Back to the Ol' Gal

After 7 months of freedom, I'm goin' back to the Ol' Gal...tonight. That's right. I'm giving in and going back to her. Not because I miss her, not because I really want her back in my life, but because I can't resist. I am weak and I am giving in. And I owe all my weakness to Nip/Tuck. Tonight is the season premiere and even though I said NO to television 7 months ago, tonight I must go back to it to satisfy my guilty pleasure of such an addicting television show. I told myself in the last month, Mollie, you are strong. You don't need that show. You do not care. Don't let television rule your life. But thinking about that single tear from Christian's eye (knuckle biter)...it's just too much to bear. I need to know what happened. My girl Famke is off the show now (the whole reason I started watching), but another hottie is joining the cast, Rhona Mitra...although, just for a few episodes. I wish I were a stronger person, but as they say, some things just never change. I grew up a tv girl and (sigh) know I will always be a tv girl (fight it as I might).

*Sidenote...I love SoCalians. It rains and everyone panics and wears a sweater. It's not even cold out! Love it.

**Footnote...oh yeah, you betcha. I'm wearing a sweater.

A Chimple?

Dimples are cute...really, really cute. Growing up, I always wished I had one...and I have the crazy kind of mother who told me if I continued to poke my cheek, that I would develop one. Riiiight. So yesterday night I was chillin with Skye and Nikki and Skye said to me while looking at Vegas photos, "I love that you have a dimple right there." Whaa? Me? A dimple? Where!? So, yeah. She then pointed to this little corner of my chin and said, "There! A dimple!" Nikki and I looked at each other. We thought dimples had to be on your cheek...not your chin. "A chimple!" Nikki said. Hahaha. So apparently I have a chimple. (I thought this word was hilarious last night, but now that I'm really thinking about it, does it sound like a combination of "chin" and "pimple" to you too?) But really, can you have a dimple on your chin? I'm not talking the butt-chin dimple, but an actual dented dimple. Let's see what Mr. Dictionary says...

dim·ple...

1. A small natural indentation in the flesh on a part of the human body, especially in the cheek or on the chin.
2. A slight depression or indentation in a surface.

So I guess it IS a dimple! Huzzah! I have a dimple! Or a chimple! Whatever it is...I have one! Although, I don't know if i'm completely convinced yet. I think I'm gonna have to marinate on this for a while.

My pirate name is:

Iron Morgan Vane

A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you a tough person. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Sidenote...it's National Talk Like A Pirate Day. Hope you're all celebrating...AAAAARRRR!!! Find out what your pirate name is here.

I'm back!!!

And we now return to our regularly scheduled program...

It's been sooo long since my last entry...a whole month and a half! Wow. So much has happened...so much to write about, but I haven't been able to...until now.

So I've gone a little jean crazy...jean vest crazy. Haha. Okay, no, not really. Anna and I got pedicures (my first...eee!) during our lunch break a few weeks ago...and as we were being pampered we were flipping through the latest People and US magazines. Apparently the latest in fashion are jean vests. God help me. I don't know how this could happen. What are people thinking?? Jean. Vests. JEAN VESTS! This is so not okay. So in discussing this absurdity I had casually mentioned that I own a jean vest. But let me clear the air here. I only own one because last year for Halloween I was Punky Brewster and being Punky Brewster calls for a jean vest. Justified. So in stating that I had one, Anna asked me to where it to work. Then she dared me. Game on. I couldn't turn down a perfectly fun dare. So, wear the jean vest I did...to work. The above photos are proof. Scarily though, I thoroughly enjoyed it...enough to have a photo shoot in Andrew's office. Glamour Jean is what I call it. I kinda wish I had more excuses to wear that thing. It's great...it's got the rips and holes and i've flared it out with pins. I love it (no I don't, but yes I do).

Because I've had to find other things to do with my wasted time, I have now become obsessed (OBSESSED) with MySpace. The thing is brilliant and so addicting. If you're not on it yet...jump to it! Trust me...you won't be disappointed.