I can't handle Britney's truth.
Anna and I were going to go to Kingdom of Heaven last night at her theater...but then decided against it. I think you really have to be in the mood for those historical epics, because they are long and violent and if you're kinda meh about it, they'll seem even longer. However I borrowed a few movies from one of the moms I work for yesterday, so Anna came over and we decided to just watch Clueless instead.
But first, we went out to Timmy's for dinner. Well Anna went to Wendy's and I went to Timmy's. It's so nice how they're attached. Unfortunately the most annoying man in all the world was ahead of me in line. He took approximately 10 minutes to order (he was ordering 3 full meals) and when it came time for him to pay (his bill was like $30) he didn't have the money in his account. And he was very loud. He had one of those voices that carry. The Tim Hortons employees were openly mocking him by the time I reached the front of the line. Which is totally awesome in my mind. Anyway by the time I was actually able to sit down with my soup, Anna was almost done her burger.
We got back to my house just in time to watch the season finale of America's Next Top Model. I really wanted Kahlen to win, but I'm happy for Naima all the same. Actually, I'm just ecstatic that Keenyah got booted. That's all I've really wanted all season.
On Tuesday both Anna and I were out and missed "Britney and Kevin: Chaotic". Fortunately it was on again last night at 10. We made it approximately a half hour in, which mostly consisted of me cringing every time Britney did an extreme close up of her face (so every 5 seconds) or of Kevin. He is so creepy y'all. You could just see the dollar signs in his eyes every time he looks at her. Every commercial break we'd turn to each other and say "Can you handle mah truth?" Which was much more fun than the actual show.
We only did watch an hour of Clueless, but I guess that's what happens when train wreck TV is on. You can't not watch it.
Oh confidential to Anna: That song is called "Lilly Dreams On" by Cotton Mather, appropriate, no?
Very appropriate. I love it, it has a sort of John Lennon-type sound.
Britney Spears is brutal. She is brutal and I agree with your cringing.
She sucks.