Now, normally, one would think that an Irish-American Roman Catholic commoner with a strange affection for guys older than her parents would perhaps not be welcomed with open arms by the monarchy, but frankly after everything the previous generation did, I'm looking better every day. I have never been photographed on a beach having my toes sucked by my boyfriend. I just swear a little.
Just so long as Grandma doesn't find this blog. That could get embarrassing.
(ETA: The first thing I'm going to do in royal capacity? Be present at the opening of this thing. A Great Expectations boat ride and roaming Artful Dodger ala Cinderella? Sign me up.)
Moving on to things that are actually occurring, let's all bow our heads for a moment and remember my cell phone, which died unceremoniously this morning. It's been coming for a couple of weeks, turning off occasionally, but always coming back. Not this time. *sigh*
I did not need another huge expense right now, but apparently the Gods of Cingular disagreed.
And I loved my phone!!! It was my baby!!! It was cute and flippy and played Remember When It Rained when somebody called. I remember the day I got it---a scarce twelve hours before I was scheduled to spend a week in Cleveland. I was so worried it wouldn't come and I'd be without my cute flippy phone during the Week From Hell (if I only knew...).
This was also the day that Mary, Kate, and I tried to sneak Colleen into Kingdom of Heaven. It didn't work- the barely post-pubescent ticket girl was a friggin' Nazi. So we got pizza and watched Ocean's Twelve instead. Still fun. No Crusading Orlando, but still good.
Anyhoodles, I now have a new phone on the way, and am relegated to using my little brother's cell with the Spongebob Squarepants ringtone until then. *sigh*
So I've had very little to do lately, as I kind of have no life, so I've been devouring episodes of the first season of Rome, and finally finished it.
Oh. My. Gosh. I love that series. (Surprising amount of incestuous sex aside.) I would have it's babies. (This offer, incidentally, also goes for pretty much any guy on the show. Damn, that was pretty group of people.) I am now personally offended that HBO cancelled it. I need the second season to come out on DVD soon, or I shall perish.
I smell meatloaf. I go in search of it.
(ETA: I'm pretty sure I won't update before tomorrow morning, so welcome back to the Empress!!! We missed you! Even if I was able to watch TV at night with the sound on. That was pretty nice. But in general, missed you.)
2 comments:
First of all: DO NOT SPEAK TO ME OF THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN INCIDENT. THERE IS STILL WRATH IN MY HEART.
Second of all: Over the course of the last six days I've spent roughly thirty-six hours on a bus deciding what first names went best with the surname "Purefoy" so don't talk Rome-love to me, beyotch.
Hmmm. Grandma knows everything, trust me. She has like this hidden Polish eye. Anyways since you are Roman Catholic wouldn't that disqualify you from the monarchy and all?
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