Glamour magazine has a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your diary. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either.
...that I think the SB half-time show with the BEP was actually pretty entertaining while the rest of the country thought it was lack luster.
...that I could have cared less who won the SB. I'm more of a collegiate football fan than I am watching over-paid athletes make absolute sick money whilst making horrible life decisions when it comes to fame and fortune (drugs, scandal, cheating).
...that even though I work in advertising for a living, I was not impressed with but only about 3 of the SB commercials this year.
...that I could give a rat's batootie surrounding Chad Ochocinco's decision to drop the sur name Ochocincho and go back to his given sur name. Prince? The artist formerly known as Prince? Back to Prince? Puff Daddy? P-Diddy? Puffy? Sean Combs? WHO. FRIGGIN. CARES.
...that I'm just not impressed with Ann Taylor's line of apparel this season.
...that I admit to having a hard time believing in the Miranda character on SITC re-runs knowing that Cynthia Nixon is gay. It's fine that's she's gay, but the characters from SITC are so not gay that I just can't get into it that much any more. And what's up with her spouse/wife/fiance looking like a true dude? I'm just saying . . . .
...that I admit to having a hard time believing in the Miranda character on SITC re-runs knowing that Cynthia Nixon is gay. It's fine that's she's gay, but the characters from SITC are so not gay that I just can't get into it that much any more. And what's up with her spouse/wife/fiance looking like a true dude? I'm just saying . . . .
...that I still loathe the gym and decided not to even go near it yesterday.
...that while I should have given The Beagles a much needed bath last night, but my raging headache over ruled that decision in a hurry.
