The planet is spinning....

So, I've really become the girl they are talking about in the song "Cabaret". I'm literally the most boring person on the planet. What I did today: A fuck ton of internet browsing, crocheted like 6 rows, visited my Dad in the hospital, got a pedicure, baked. Try to understand I woke up like 12 hours ago. Oh yeah, and it's fucking SATURDAY NIGHT!!! Now, would be the perfect time for me to have a boyfriend, yeah? Picture this. He's supportive of the situation with my father, offering a warm shoulder to cry on and caring and sensitive words of encouragement. He cooks with me when I decide to try new kitchen ventures. (bread pudding today, folks. It's glorious!) He's around when I decide to dip into the liquor- so that I'm not drinking alone, read: sad. And he's here at night so when the house settles (or as I tend to believe wicked ghosts of tenants past scramble across the roof in the middle of the night) I don't jump out of my skin and try to imagine ways of escape. I mean, living alone has many benefits- I can do my Conan O'Brian interviews out loud without the fear that someone will walk in and think I'm insane. I can run from the back of the house to the laundry room nekkid. I can practice my audition material at full voice. I can watch whatever I want. But after a few hours- -that gets really old. I'm bored, ya'll.

Red and I did discover this great thing.


If you don't know us- this is nothing but a couple of pictures of a couple celebrities- but if you do.... Whoa, right?

Well, off to try to find something to do. *sigh* Maybe Leno will have me as a guest.