watching Disney movies as an adult is relatively earth-shattering. i now have a strong dislike for Jasmine, recognize that every animal sidekick acts like a dog whether or not they are one (ex: Raja, Abu), and fully acknowledge that the vast majority of my vocabulary comes from the "bad guys" who sound more intelligent than everyone else. Jafar may be a bully, but at least he knows the word "pungent." maybe falling asleep to Aladdin was not the wisest choice...
okay, Lady Gaga. i give. all of your songs are so damn catchy and make me want to dance. i know all the words and sing along in the car like a diva. i can no longer pretend to hate you for all that you are, especially because you can legitimately sing. truce? oh, but i won't support your crazy. oookay?
Comcast takes a lot of crap, but for a ginormous company they offer pretty fantastic customer service support. Sophie and i have never met, but i feel as though we are besties after my 20 minute "i have no idea what HDMI is, but i don't think the cable likes me" call to her last night. i'm almost wishing something else goes kaput tonight just so i can chat with her again. maybe we will go out for coffee or something. i think a meal is too forward, we did just meet yesterday. and by meet i mean "speak nearly anonymously on the phone."
i'm glad random strangers appreciate my sense of fashion. thank you, older gentleman, for liking the shoes my sweet boyfriend bought for me. yes, in fact, they are super comfortable, not to mention cute. and it is much appreciated, nondescript fellow Starbucks patron, that you think my "top" is "oh so very feminine." i would hope it's not masculine, first of all, and secondly, i love when women use the phrase "top." i almost put it on bottom today, but then i thought about you, ma'am. i will surely feel less self-conscious about complimenting passersby on their purse, shoes, leashed child, what have you, now that i can clearly see it is socially acceptable.
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