Whoops, poor little Lindsay Lohan. Turned herself in last week only to get busted and booked last night. Way to be a role model. Way to not learn from the Paris Hilton debacle. Oh well, I can't say I've really ever been much of a fan. (But if you're going to drive around drunk chasing your ex-assistant, let's not have coke in our pockets, shall we?)
The Daily Show sent me my ticket reminders today, so I printed it out at work like it told me to. Then I carried it shamelessly around the floor, willing someone to notice. But no one A) noticed B) cared. My co-workers suck.
We watched Bridge to Tarabithia last night. Meh. Disappointed. I expected there to be a little more fantasy to it. It was definitely decent but it could have been so much more.
I have a big craving for the pinwheel beef/cheese numbers from Central Market. I'm off to go whine and make D take me.
Oh, and the YouTube debates? HMM. I guess it was remotely different than the usual. I had to keep taking breaks to walk out of the room, it was kind of annoying. As those things will be...everyone vacillating between ATTACK and ASS-KISS mode with the other candidates gets revolting. I still have a soft spot for Gravel after seeing his YouTube ad my dad sent me. Right on. (I'm sure you've all seen it by now, but what the hell).