California Girls

So there's not too many things I hate, oh who am I kidding there are a lot of things I hate, but one especially is going to Starbucks and getting a latte that is 50% latte, 50% foam. What the hell is that all about? If I pay $4 for a coffee I expect to at least get a slight caffeine high rather than a slight foam mustache. Thus is my luck. I am literally the queen of receiving awful food service. Kid you not, I think in another life I must have been an Emperor of some sort who was incredibly rude to his staff and now I am suffering the karma from it. I know you thinking that I am probably just overly picky, which it may used to be case, but lately it's crossed a line. My soup is regularly served cold, I always find a black hair or two, last week I ordered french onion and it tasted more like a bowl of tangy barbecue sauce. The other day I ordered a club sandwich and it was served on a HAMBURGER BUN. I don't know what my deal is. I'm just learning to eat soup at a luke warm temperature and to simply pick around the pubic hairs. Speaking of pubic hairs, I am so tired of hearing about Lindsey Lohan every other minute. It's bad enough she is all E! News talks about but she is even on CNN and Topeka nightly news. I'm just so over it. She's a coke head, BFD. Why doesn't the law just put it in God's hands and let her OD already? She's always dreamt of being just like Marilyn. I know that sounds harsh but there just isn't much more to be done. Not even Dr. Drew can save her at this point. Out with the old in with the new. Like Selena Gomez, I just love her. And I still can't believe Taylor Swift was busted with cocaine in her purse the other day. That is the one that kinda shocks me, can't be good for her image. Yup, something like this could ruin her. You heard it here first, better spread the word.

Well this week has just felt incredibly blah to me. I'm over the cold temps and am more than ready for summer to return. It was nice to wear my new boots and sweater for a night or two, but I'm ready for shorts and flip flops again. I can already feel that I am starting to get my winter appearance pretty intense. My legs glow in the dark and actual hay could probably suffice for hair extensions for me. It's not pretty. Luckily, Chris and I get a little break from the real world next weekend to go to his cousin's wedding in Newport Beach. I love being surrounded by California girls when I am already feeling like Nikki Blonsky from Hairspray. What with their daisy dukes and bikinis on top. They certainly are unforgettable. I just hope the wedding has a champagne fountain because I am hoping to go for a dive.