Murrland v. the Vag

Okay so Dale over at Gays of our Lives is trying to argue that Maryland is a better state than Virginia. I am a native Virginian and as one, can completely understand why some aspects of the Commonwealth to the South of DC make it not the most appealing place on earth to live. Pretty much anywhere other than Northern Virginia or Charlottesville sucks ass. It is a very pretty state physically but some of the people are backwards in their thinking and well they like to hunt. This is the part of VA where I grew up. And frankly I'd never live there again. I have also lived in Northern Va and while suburban sprawl makes me nauseated, it's no worse than the suburban parts of MD. What I do think makes the Vag (as those pesky Marylanders call Virginia) much better is the fact that Virginia isn't so damn ugly. Maryland, other than the bay and frankly you can't argue that point since Virginia is also on the bay, is an ugly state. I hate driving through there to go to somewhere interesting. Now not as much as I hate driving through New Jersey, but honestly we can all admit New Jersey sucks more than Virginia or Maryland.

Virginia has mountains. Much prettier than anything you'd see in Maryland. Virginia has better schools and a broader array of options for colleges than Maryland. UMD might be good at basketball, but the University of Virginia it is not. Oh yeah and Virginia also has that William and Mary school. I hear that's an okay place to go. You can ski in Virginia. You can hike. You can go to the ocean, boat on the bay, or do any of those outside activities people seem fond of. None of that is for me, but hey, it's something they do there.

While Virginia, especially Northern Virginia, as much worse traffic than any of its neighbors, it's because the alternative is Prince Georges County or Montgomery. Don't get me started on these two hellholes. I'd take Alexandria, Arlington or even Fairfax Counties over anything bordering DC in Maryland. Prince Georges alone is enough to knock Maryland right out of any competition with the Vag. Straight up. Bethesda is cute, I'll admit it, but overpriced. Thanks, if I'm going to pay that much I'm going to live in the Dickstricks and say a big fuck you to Virginia and Maryland.

All in all, Dale, you are sadly mistaken if you think the "Free" state (as in free to get your ass shot in PG County) is better than the Old Dominion, think again. It's like I told him, I said, Maryland has crabs. And there ain't nothing fun about having crabs.

I still love you though Dale. And you know as well as I do nothing beats living in the Dickstricks.

Pained

So Carrie decided to kick off the birthday weekend a little early and got boozed up last night. Now she's sitting here, head in her hands realizing that she's getting too fucking old for this. And by "this" I mean work. The drinking and partying, well you're never too old for that. Work on the other hand...

I just need to be a kept woman. End of story. If there are any wealthy men out there looking for a houseboy, send me an email.

Gym Bunny Mode

So the last two weeks, I've tried to be in gym bunny mode. Several things have sparked this newfound love for fitness. Okay, not love, I only work out from some sense of necessity. When I graduated from high school, I weighed the most I have ever weighed in my life. I would not say I was FAT, though was a bit chunk and it was proportioned and distributed in the most unattractive way possible. I was simply un-fuckable. Add to that the horrific fact that I also had a terrible complexion and I was SERIOUSLY un-fuckable.

Well I suffered through this for two years of college and then decided I would try to start running at night to lose a little weight. That continued through the summer. Somehow during this time I also found that if I ate less and when I did eat, eat things that were low in fat/calories, I could lose weight as well. I went back to college my third year in the fall and by Christmas had dropped about 45 - 50 pounds. I had also become a raging anorexic. I would eat maybe two meals a day if that and those were very small. I'd have maybe a sandwich with turkey, skim milk cheese and then a Healthy Choice microwaveable meal for dinner. And I'd run at night. This could not have been more than 600 calories/day. I switched all soft drinks to diet soft drinks, all whole milk to skim milk. I bought nothing in the grocery store that had any fat in it. And let me tell you, non-fat Mayonnaise is the nastiest shit on earth. But I ate it. Barely. My complexion cleared up, I bought a respectable pair of glasses and thought I looked good for the first time ever. I did however obsess over food. I hated eating. When I did it was solely for necessity rather than any enjoyment. This continued through college.

I moved to DC shortly after college and for a good two or three years, stayed thin, obsessed over food and rarely ate. It did get better than in college. I ate pizza for the first time in two years after I moved to DC and wanted to throw it all up. I was 6 ft. 1 and 147 pounds. Even then I felt fat. So I decided to start working out. My obsession for food became another obsession with going to the gym. The two obesssions morphed into a rather unhealthy obsession over body and image. If I didn't go to the gym or if I ate anything all day, I wouldn't go out that night because I felt fat. I did manage to put on a tiny bit of muscle. I was never a big weight lifter. Much more of a cardio queen. I would do over an hour on the elliptical every day. 1200 calories. When I was barely eating that much. Slowly I gained a little weight, started eating more, though always something low in fat/calories and I would say three years ago, I was at the best body, self confidence and health I've ever had. That peaked for maybe a year and then went straight to hell.

I gained 20 - 25 pounds since the ex and I met. I stopped going to the gym for the most part so any improvements were lost. But I was still just as unhappy, more so than ever, about the way I looked. So now that I am single again, I'm heading back to the gym. And it's painful. I'm also watching what I eat a lot more. I rarely eat dinner, or if I do it's a light dinner. I have started feeling guilty for eating a bagel with cream cheese in the morning, though they are irresistable to me. I'm at this weird stage where I don't starve myself, but feel incredibly shitty after eating. I go to the gym and its like starting over. It made me so sad the other day to try to do the bench press and not even be able to lift what I could three years ago. But I'm determined to keep up with it now. I cannot seem to drop in weight though. I've weighed myself the last three weeks. No movement. It's starting to piss me off really. I'd like to lose 10 pounds of fat and then build some muscle. Not too much. I'd much rather be lean and toned than muscular. I just doubt that is in my genetics.

In any case, I have been fighting with the urge to fall back into bad habits of never eating and always working out and hating myself the entire time. But now I'm older so it's harder to lose weight, harder to work out and so I find myself far more self conscious than ever before.

Do people really care that much? I always say I hate how gay men obsess over looks and how everyone wants the super hot guy. But I'm the same way. It's really sad. You dont have to have a six pack or big biceps or a bubble butt for me to like you. So why do I think I need any of that? Why is image so important? Maybe the reason why there are so few monogamous gay couples or so few gay couples at all is because we care too much about the outside and not what's on the inside. I know I am as guilty of all of this as any other gay man. I just wish I was a little more successful at being pretty than wanting pretty.

This post was very random. But I'm sitting here thinking about going to the gym after work. I am going to a warm, tropical location very soon and am a bit worried about what I'm going to look like on the beach. More than worried...more like depressed, terrified, nauseated, anxious. I hate this.

UPDATE: SD just called. *sigh* There's motivation to go to the gym.

American Idolatry

Okay here we go:

Lisa: Yes honey, you will be going home this week. That sucked.

Kellie: Love you but that song sucked.

Ace: While that song choice sucked in a major way - so do I so call me sometime.

Yep, Ryan Seacrest...still gay.

Taylor: Two notes in and already the best performance so far tonight. Randy has a giant stick up his ass tonight. Taylor was good. He wanted soul, and that was soul. Get over it. Finally Paula says something that makes sense. Had to happen sometime. Simon is dead on on the vocal performance, but that outfit is NOT Clay Aiken. For starters, he still has it on and doesn't have a cock in his mouth.

Mandiva: Drop the God shit please. We get what the song is about - and this ain't church. Seriously. Other than that, she's still tearing that stage up. If she doesn't win or at least make the top two I'll be SHOCKED. I do have to agree with Simon - it's as if, oh I know how to sing this and can't nobody touch me. Pick a challenging song that you don't sing in church all the time.

Chris: Yeah get up and there and pretend like you didn't think anyone would catch on that last week's song was a Live ripoff. Ugh and Creed? *puke* Hate Creed, hate this song. If he does the Scott thing where he throws his arms out like he's hanging on a cross, I'll puke. Seriously. I'll throw up right here on this coffee table. To me that song was nothing but yelling. I'd rather watch GWAR perform. And Randy liked THAT song???? Ugh. Screw you Randy. Shut up Paula you two cent hooker. I have to agree with Simon as well. The people who listen to Creed don't watch AI. And won't appreciate the performance. I mean I know he wants to do rock, but how many rockers have won? And of all Creed songs, that one is NOT the one most people would think of when they think of Creed.

Katharine: This song is too high for her. I hate it already. Drop an octave honey and hire a new stylist. First let me say, Christina is the queen, she is my girl. And she would have hated that. I really don't get how they liked that version. UGH. They are NUTS. That song was NOTHING near what Christina did. I hate them all now.

Damn tonight SUCKS.

Bucky: Ugh. He just reminds me of everyone I went to high school with. I do not like him and I hate this song, but sadly I think he's doing the best so far for the song he selected. I think all this will do is seal Lisa's fate. She is definitely going home.

Paris: Ohhhhh Lord. Beyonce? Ugh. One big headed bitch doing another big headed bitch's song. Without the slutty clothes...oh and talent. I hate this. And where did she get that Dixie Chick wig? Try shaking that ass honey, but I'd rather hear you actually sing than just mumble and sing up and down and up and down. I thought that was crap. But the judges will all blow smoke up her ass. Best performance? Bullshit. God bless you Simon. A little girl pretending to be Beyonce. Yes ma'am! He is SO right.

Elliott: Okay Elliott has been my favorite overall, so let's see how he does. Okay yeah, I think he's my favorite so far tonight. I just like him. Not sure why. He's not cute. But I just think he's good. I just hope he goes and gets those teeth fixed. I like how Simon makes Paula sit down. Finally I agree with Randy tonight.

Okay yeah - favorite pick for me is Elliott, again. Mandiva I think was good but a bit out there.

Ace still wins for who should be poking me on a regular basis.

That is all!

Deserted Island Three

Props to Kathryn On for this idea:

If deserted on an island a'la Lost, with what three hunky dreamboats would you want to spend a hopeful eternity?

My first pick would undoubtedly have to be Jake Gyllenhaal.

Jake Gyllenhaal is just beautiful. He's like the pensive, thoughtful guy who was probably really quiet in class but you know had a lot going on inside his head. Now don't get me wrong, he could totally be a moron for all I know. But certainly comes off as someone who has some meaningful ideas. Such ideas might include what various and sundry positions we might be able to manage in that coconut tree while he treats me right.

My second pick would be Eric Bana. Eric Bana played Hector in the movie Troy and showed off his more than adequate physique.

There are so many things about this man that are ideal for me. First off, he's got gorgeous dark hair. I'm a sucker for a dark haired man. I tend to find Italian and other various Mediterranean varieties quite appetizing. Eric, however, is from Australia, which leads me to the second reason why he's HOT HOT HOT. The accent. Oye. Melt my heart.

I also love a man who can sport a beard without looking too scruffy or dirty.

He's basically perfect. And I'd really hope that when Jake G. and Eric fight over who's turn it is with me in the hammock, they throw on (or take off) their loin cloths and fight hand to hand on the sandy beach.

Finally, I had to think long and hard...LONG and HARD on this one. While this person may be a surprise pick, I will direct you to his body. Chris Evans is his name and he has the "perfect body" in my opinion.

See! He has just enough muscle. He's not obscenely over built. But not scrawny at all. Every line of every muscle is just perfect. The waistline...to die for. Just the right amount of hair. That's right girls, mommy doesn't like her men bald as a baby. I like a little hair strategically placed. Plus he's like all American hot. That guy you had a crush on in high school who was banging your best girlfriend because she was easy and put out.

So those are my three. I think if stranded on an island with all three of these men, I'd kill anyone who'd try to rescue me. I'd of course have to pull a Lord of the Flies on these three and keep them divided. I wouldn't want to catch them in a daisy chain inside the hut unless I'm right up in the middle of it.

Okay thanks Kathryn for making me unnecessarily horny today. 'Preciate it!

UPDATE: I thought of my 4th (it's my imagination, if I want to be stranded with four, I can very well be stranded with four).

Goran Ivanisevic

Okay, yeah so many of you may be wondering, what the fuck? He is a Croat Tennis player who was the first guy I ever crushed on enough to know something odd was up. I wasn't just crushing, I was seriously in love with this man. And so I sort of knew then, 12 years old watching Wimbledon, that I was a big gay homo. It would be a good decade later before Goran would finally win Wimbledon. And you can bet your ass I was home on that Monday, having called in sick from work, to watch him beat Patrick Rafter.

If he hadn't made those homophobic comments shortly after winning Wimbledon, he might have made the top three. But because he was my first love, I had to add him on this list.

Comment Moderation

I was informed that I had comment moderation on. I would have assumed I would receive emails when comments were left for me to approve them but I have received nothing. So if you commented before, and for some reason it never showed up, my apologies. I did not even realize I had moderation turned on and no clue where to approve any comments made. I have turned moderation off, so I suppose any messages that were waiting to be approved are just gone. Who knows. Feel free to comment away!

She blond y'all.

Weekend Roundup

I have been terrible at posting anything on here. Although from the looks of it, no one is reading this crap anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter too much! I have noticed a general decline in not only comments on my blog but on other blogs as well. I think warmer weather, or at least promises of warmer weather, are making people very thirsty...so rather than sit at home reading blogs, they are out boozing it up.

Speaking of boozing it up, that's exactly what I did all weekend. Friday night, having stayed home the night before and feeling quite refreshed, I put on my finest outfit and headed out to meet friends for drinks. I got home at 4am. Anything in between my departure from home and my clumsy arrival back home at 4am is a blur. I take no responsibility for any actions taken during that time.

Saturday was a day of rest. I found myself laid out on my sofa watching television until about 9pm. I finally threw myself into the shower and then headed over to my friends apartment where we proceeded to drink our way through several bottles of liquor and about five packs of cigarettes while watching some kickass movies. Honestly, it was one of the best nights I've had in a while. Normally I would feel like I was missing something by not being out in a bar getting ignored by everyone. Not Saturday. I think drinks at home with good friends is the way forward. It's certainly kinder on my wallet.

Sunday I went to brunch with friends and we watched the GMU v. UConn game while again getting drunk. I can honestly say that I got into the game (at least the last 10 minutes). My lesson from Sunday's festivities: don't shop at Whole Foods when drunk. It's not cute. It's always SO crowded in there and when I'm drunk...in the daylight...it's not pretty. I apologize to any innocent bystanders who may have been drunkenly slurred at because they were taking too long to pick out a cheese wedge.

Sopranos was really good last night. I kind of like how it's turning in this really comical, existential direction. It's a bit Six Feet Under, but still, I think it's good so far this season.

Oh yeah, and in recent developments, I have been corresponding with someone, let's call him SD for now. I have never met SD in person. However, I am in love. Which is absurd. I'm not REALLY in love of course. Just quite smitten. He's beyond cute and we email all day. Is it weird to like someone you haven't met? In any case, he isn't exactly local, so not sure if there will be a meeting, at least any time soon. Anyway, getting an email from him brightens my day. So for now that is enough.

Hope everyone's weekend was swell. And full of liquor.

iTunes Songs of the Week

So iTunes allows you to download a free song every week. I always download them, even if I think I won't like them. Some are not particularly great and so I never actually listen to them and will skip them when they come onto my Purchased playlist, which is what I prefer to listen to on the metro.

I have however found that some of my favorite songs to jam to while commuting on the metro are the free songs of the week. I have to give props to iTunes for this welcomed feature. Here are some of my current favorite songs that I downloaded for FREE on iTunes:

"I Don't" - Danielle Peck
"Cosmopolitan" - Nine Black Alps
"Cash Machine" - Hard-Fi
"Travelin' Thru" - Dolly Parton
"Ooh La La" - Goldfrapp
"Sooner or Later" - Michael Tolcher (I'm seriously mad I missed him at 9:30 Club)
"How Many Times" - Zack Hexum
"More Shine" - Si*Se

The songs in bold font are ones that I will actually search for because they are that good.

Thank you iTunes! Carrie likes free shit. And sometimes you do get more than what you pay for!

AI Blogging - Again

I promise a real post later but for now:

Mandisa - She trying to be my new favorite or something.  Aretha better watch her fat ass b/c here comes Mandisa.

Bucky - Um, go back to North Cackalacky PLEASE.

Paris - Perfect song for her.  Frankly I don't like her - she's about as interesting as watching grass grow, but that was a really good song for her.  I do however need everyone in that audience to sit down.  All she says is thank you.  That's it.  

*Ryan Seacrest is a giant girl*

Chris - Liked the version but for some reason, he just doesn't interest me.  However it was nice to hear Paula slur when she was praising him.  She's obviously back on the meds.  Love it.  She said there are certain people who make her anticipate what they are going to sing.  Yeah, they are called the boys.  You like that dick Paula...don't you lie.

Katharine: Yeah sorry honey but if they didn't flash your name at the bottom of the screen, I'd have no clue what it was.  Ew, Barry has obviously had some work done.  I mean I guess duh, but it's really weird.  I absolutely LOVE Ella Fitzgerald so was glad to hear someone do one of her songs.  Katharine was okay.  I don't think she's the strongest but I think she did a good job.  At least I'll remember her name now.

Taylor: I like him.  But not my favorite.  I think he's going to last though...he seems like he's got a lot of fans out there.  His voice reminds me of the guy who sang in that movie Eddie and the Cruisers.  And that is really sad that I pulled that movie right out of my ass, but he does sound like that guy.  In any case, the song is boring but he did a good job.  

Uh, did I just see the Firestone guy who was on the Bachelor in the audience?  Weird.  He's hot.  Got news.

Simon to Paula: You are talking rubbish!  Love it.  It's called Oxycotin Simon, she can't help it.  No he did not just shhh her!  LOVE IT.  

Lisa: So far not liking this at all.  50s genre music doesn't seem challenging but she's just not doing very well.  And considering she was in the bottom 3 last week, I think she may be in the bottom 3 again this week.  I just don't think this song demonstrated her talent.  That said, she bores me almost as much as Paris so if she goes, so be it.  Even the audience doesn't seem that enthralled by it.  Simon was totally nice to her though.  He should have been much more harsh.  It wasn't okay Simon, you know it.  

*Ryan Seacrest says, "he's 21?" in response to Lisa's birthday shoutout to her brother and then says, "perfect".  Mmmmhmmm...perfect for you to get up in his booty - we know, you ain't fooling us Ryan Seacrest*

Kevin: Okay you were cute in the auditions and cute in Hollywood but the cuteness has seriously worn off.  I cannot believe you weren't in the bottom 3 last week.  I mean, seriously.  Ugh.  I liked you for two seconds.  It's time for people to STOP voting for this one.  How Clay Gayken of you to sit on the end of the stage and sing to "paula" and by "paula" I mean Constantine, because you know that is who you're singing to.  For someone who is mediocre, you really have to pick a song that has a lot of high big notes, otherwise you're just boring.  Let me say, however, that I did like him better than Bucky Fuckington and Lisa whoever.  Oh no, Jasmine Trias was not just fake applauding because she knew the camera was on her.  And bitch, we get it, you're from Hawaii - take that flower out your hair!  Oh yeah, unbutton that top button Kevin.  I'm surprised Ryan Seacrest didn't do that for you when you walked over there.  

Oh yes - Elliott is next.  He's my favorite.

Elliott: Okay hate the tie.  Take that freaking tie off.  I get it, it's the 50s.  But still, the tie is awful.  Man, I'm sorry, but Barry's face is freaky.  It's like plastic or something.  Elliott is great when you don't watch him sing.  That mouth is a bit much.  But as much as I love him, this song is B-O-R-I-N-G.  Paula, put your fucking hands down you cracked out has been.  Damn.  We know you want to teach him tonight, but that's just inappropriate.  I bet you have goosebumps you dirty old woman.  Okay so yeah, Elliott should make it through another week.  

Okay so excited that Kellie is doing Patsy Cline.  Love Patsy and love Kellie.  She better work out this song, it's one of my favorites.

Kellie: Work it out bitch.  Love the shirt.  Stop pretending to walk though.  She needs to not move.  Stop moving.  Just sing.  Yes ma'am.  I do love her - got news.  I think had she not tried to so hard to work the audience, she'd have blown this right out that auditorium.  But in any case, she still did pretty good.  She's still one of my favorites.  Well at least she knew what ballsy meant - that could have gotten real funny if she didn't.  I love how Ryan Seacrest treats her like a tard.  Did you learn anything new?  NO MA'AM.  Okay Ryan, that was funny.  Yes Kellie, Ryan spotted the pickle.  Big surprise.  

Ace: Singing In the Still of the Night.  Okay to me if you can remotely sing, this is an easy song to sing.  So we'll see.  I'm not expecting much.  He's always so serious and boring.  He's hot though so well, he still needs to stick me. 
Yeah - he's so boring.  He always seems so nervous.  I mean I can totally fall in love staring into those eyes, but he really seems uncomfortable.  Then again, most men do when they see me staring into their eyes longingly.  Whoa - work that high note you hot mofo like you will be working this booty later.  Well okay work this booty better than you worked that high note.  Smile you sexy bitch.  Smile.  Where the fuck is my phone.  What's his number?  I need him here next week to have tv sex with me.  Paula can barely talk her liner is so soaked.  I hate how Simon always gets booed when he is just telling the truth.  Ryan says, "You don't want that feeling again do you?"  What feeling is that Ryan...the feeling of your hand gripping Ace's tight ass?  No, he doesn't want that feeling again so back up bitch.  

Okay so for me the top 3 TONIGHT: Mandisa, Paris (yeah I loathe her but the song choice was perfect for her) and Kellie Pickler.  

My favorites so far: Mandisa, Kellie and Elliott.

Who I think will go home: Lisa Tucker.

Who needs to stick me: Ace Young.  

Forecast: Warmer Weather

Well from what I hear this weekend was gorgeous. Friday after work I headed down to a favorite bar with outside seating, met up with friends, and drank away in this beautiful weather. It was packed outside with people roaming back and forth and the cocktails were cool and refreshing! I even spotted the ex walking down the street, who waved as he passed. I basically just rolled eyes and looked away from him. I realize now that was probably really unnecessary. I was a little intoxicated though so its harder to act the appropriate way rather than showing how you really feel.

The rest of the weekend I spent inside, believe it or not. I had zero desire to do anything all weekend, which also included going out to find something to do outside for the sole purpose of being outside. While I love the weather we are having, it just to me signals the fact that winter is over and I'm going to have to get ready for the insanely humid and unnecessarily hot weather of summer here in DC. I hate the summers in DC. I sweat at the drop of a hat and the summers here are to me, unbearable. The idea of having to walk to the metro in a suit in the middle of July makes me ill. But it's inevitable.

I am happy though that the Sopranos is finally back on for it's final (maybe) season on HBO. It was a pretty good opening episode. I mean after two years of nothing new, it should have been good! Sundays are quickly becoming my TV night with Grey's, West Wing, Housewives and now the Sopranos! Good! Maybe that will keep me at home instead of at a bar on a schoolnight.

Today at work, I was super productive for a few hours and then found myself cleaning out emails in an old email account I no longer use. I ran across a folder full of emails that the ex and I exchanged in the early stages of our dating. I think the warm weather has kind of perked me up a bit in regards to missing him and feeling like a zero because of everything. I guess maybe it's not as doom and gloom as it was. The emails made my head spin a bit. Reading how excited we were to see each other after work every day and how excited we were about spending the weekend together and how cute the emails were made me really sit back and wonder...what happened? Where did it all go awry? How can you go from walking on Cloud 9 to feeling like you don't even know each other anymore. I miss the person I was when I sent those emails. I miss the person he was when we met. It's like reading a diary you had when you were 12 years old, it just seems so long ago. I can remember without fail exactly how I felt when I typed those emails. I don't feel like that anymore. I'm definitely a changed person. I think what is important is that I take what I've learned from all of this and make myself a better person, changed or otherwise. I know there are a lot of things about my life I want to change. I want to be a happier, better person.

I actually forwarded one of the emails to the ex. I know, that sounds really stupid, but for me it was sort of cathartic. I emailed him and said I found this and it made me smile, which is something I haven't done in a while in regards to the relationship we had. I said I think I had finally gotten over everything - knowing the truth now about what happened. And while reading this makes me really sad, it also makes me realize that I knew back then that it was likely he and I would not work out. We were so clearly in different places in our life. I love him, I will likely always love him. I have thought I was in LOVE before, but since meeting him, I know what love is now and I had it with him. And maybe that isn't meant to last forever. Maybe regardless of how much you love someone, it won't always work. I think had we met a few years later, under different circumstances and came into that relationship with a different perspective than how we did, it would have worked. That's sad to realize, but hey, that is how life is sometimes.

In any case, the warmer weather will hopefully not just bring nasty, sticky summer but a real change in how I feel about myself, life and happiness. If not, well at least I can drink outside now.

American Idolatry - Live Blogging

Paris - get rid of those pom poms on the side of your head.  

Kelly Pickler is in the top 12.  Love it.  Though I got something to say to Simon - Carrie Underwood she is not!  At least not yet!

I am SO happy that Ayla did not make it.  There was just something way too weird about her.  Off kilter.  I felt bad she was so upset but honestly, why bother going to the top 12 when it's clear that there are others who are far more talented.  I guess at least with the top 12 you get to do the concert tour.  (Do they even do that anymore?)

Ryan Seacrest is still a giant 'mo.  "You cry because you care."  *puke*

That Taylor guy with the grey hair cracks my shit up.  Someone needs to take away the GHB.  

Ace needs to stick me.  Immediately.

Bruce Willis, I mean Chris, is in the top 12 - shocker.  

Kevin made it to the top 12.  LOVE IT.  He is so cute and awkward.  I now think Bucky is obviously going home.  Though I really wouldn't mind it if Gideon went home.  

Uh - Brittenham twins - again!?  Gimme a break.  Aren't they in jail or something?

Okay Elliott (my fav) is in - duh.

Okay - yeah, while Bucky does nothing for me, I'm kind of glad Gideon is going home.  I haven't really liked him from the start - he's just WEIRD.  All the God and Jesus talk needs to go.  I'm glad you're religious but honestly, not everyone is going to vote for that. 

I love how when people who don't even make the top 12 are all like, "keep an eye out for me" or "this is not the end" or "i'm going to be a star".  Um you can't even get to the top 12.  Time to brush up on your SATs and start those college applications.

Okay so live blogging was boring - sorry.  I'm being a good girl and staying in tonight.  Gotta wash those clothes.  

Oh yeah - one last thing - Ryan Seacrest = giant homosexual.

What's in a name

Okay - so I posted a while back about this other blog that exists with the same name as mine. These tramps actually had the name first, and while I love mine, I'm thinking of just changing it to Carrie Broadshoulders. Some friends link it that way and I just think it's tacky to have the same blog name as what is truly a cuter blog than mine.

Thoughts?

Oh - I also need to learn html. I want a fierce blog title at the top instead of this lame ass blogger template.

UPDATE: I'm trying on the Carrie Broadshoulders name for this blog for a while - thoughts?

ROBBED

Um, robbed:








Okay - so while I can sort of understand that Heath and Jake were long shots for winning the Oscar (although I really don't understand George Clooney winning over Jake), the fact that CRASH won over Brokeback really pisses me off. I have argued with everyone I know regarding the merit of Crash. I am sorry. Great subject matter - controversial, absolutely - but Oscar caliber movie? Never. You drop the "n" word a few times and that means you're Oscar worthy? Fine, I know, it's a decent movie. I just can't support it beating the other four films. Ridiculous. I could have accepted any other movie winning over Brokeback other than Crash. Brokeback, you were robbed.






Okay - so yea, I get it. Reese is a bright young actress - she sang in the movie. I love her, I really do. But Felicity was robbed. She played a pre-op tranny! Um, that's awesome. But I still love Reese. I guess it's a good night for the Witherspoon/Phillippe household. I still love you Felicity!






And the biggest robbery that took place tonight was Dolly Parton LOSING to whoever those people were she lost to. 3-6 Mafia? Something. I mean, seriously. There really aren't words. Which actually describes that song and their acceptance speech. No words. Mumble Mumble Mumble. I mean, pimp. Dolly, you just carry your ass right back to Tennessee and tell that Academy to eat it. You were robbed girl. I mean, ugh. I just...I just have no words.

Today's Mood

I'm a winner y'all.

Make the Bitch Pay

I need everyone to send a letter to this judge. This asshole deserves worse than the maximum penalties allowed by the law in my opinion. But let's make sure he gets as much punishment as he can under the law.



Letters Needed in D.C. Felony Animal Cruelty Case

Dear Carrie Broadshoulders,

D.C. resident Kevin Knott pleaded guilty to felony animal cruelty earlier this year for an incident in which he lured a boy and his dog into his residence, sicced his own dog on the boy's dog and then shot the boy's dog six times. After killing the boy's dog, he pointed the gun at the boy and ordered him to leave the household. On March 17, Knott will be sentenced in the second case successfully prosecuted under D.C.'s felony animal cruelty law, enacted in 2001.

This case is particularly important not only because of the violent elements it contains—including shades of illegal dogfighting—but also because it is only the second animal cruelty case in D.C. to be successfully prosecuted as a felony. Several animal cruelty cases in D.C. have been let go with suspended sentences. A similar outcome in this case would be a serious blow to the safety of both animals and people in the community.

What You Can Do

Contact Judge J. Ramsey Johnson, the judge who will be presiding over Knott's sentencing hearing, and ask that he impose the maximum possible penalties on Kevin Knott for his conviction of felony animal cruelty—including jail time, psychological counseling and a permanent ban on contact with animals.

Please mail your letter before March 14, and please urge your friends and family to send letters also.

The Honorable J. Ramsey Johnson
Moultrie Courthouse
500 Indiana Ave., N.W.
Washington, D.C. 20001

Points to Make in Your Letter


Knott has demonstrated that he is a threat to the community. Without intervention, people who abuse animals often go on to act violently towards people.
As the second successful felony animal cruelty prosecution, this case sets an important precedent in the District.
Stern sentencing is necessary to send a message to other potential abusers that animal cruelty, as well as dogfighting, will not be tolerated in the community.

Today's Mood

I have a headache so keep it down will ya!