The last week has been so busy I have barely had time to breathe. My company’s twelve-second mention on the Dr. Phil show continues to rain in orders, so my days at work are 8 hour flurries of pouring, packing, and answering the phone. We get a brief respite after our UPS guy leaves at 4pm, but then it’s back to work. I dream about packing perfume. It’s awesome, we are all super grateful for the business, but it’s really fucking exhausting. I’ll be glad when it calms down a bit.
Other than that, I don’t have much to say except:
1. We went out for brunch twice over the weekend, which I love. However, I think we need to start a new trend of calling it “blunch”, which, although breakfast foods such as eggs and pancakes can be enjoyed, is more lunch than breakfast, takes place later in the morning, and is more leisurely.
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2. Britney Spears needs serious help. Ironic, isn’t it, that I have trouble getting pregnant (and staying that way) while this mess of a girl can pop out two kids in the space of a year, and then abandons them so she can snort coke at night clubs and shave her head at random hair salons in Tarzana. Chaos Theory of Reproduction (CTR) in action, people.
Blunch is a breakfast/lunch meal for lushes, who were up drinking so late the night before they are unable to wake up before noon to eat what is typically referred to as “brunch.”
According to the urban dictionary…
Hmmm. Maybe. But I think it can also apply to those of us who aren’t hungover, just lazy
Lazy is all right.
Awww. I think Britney needs a break from people. It looks like she has post-partum depression and is self-medicating. I saw the footage leading up to her beating the crap out of a car with an umbrella and I admire her restraint. I would have a really hard time keeping my calm with people being that horrific towards me without a chemical imbalance. I understand and agree with the idea that there is a price to fame, but it’s like she automatically has to be a druggie slut–no one is even really considering that her choices are coming from a rampaging case of depression.
I agree, Kimberly. It has crossed my mind that she may very well be suffering from post partum depression. I don’t think she’s a druggie slut, I think she’s got some serious psychological issues. And the paparazzi are just disgusting vultures. But if what she needs is a break from the people and paparazzi, going out to nightclubs every night and flashing her coochie is not exactly a great way of staying out of the public eye. She does have a five month old at home, why is she going out every night? I would be happy to ignore her if she didn’t make it so darn hard to.
Yeah, I see your point but I think the going out part is the “Must. Get away. From baby.” depression. And if she talks to her “friends” a.k.a. the Paris Hilton crowd they say, “Come on out! We’ll party and you’ll be fine!” and that’s all she knows how to do. Lord knows parental influence can’t be much of a factor. I really hope she stays in rehab at some point so she can step outside of the craziness for a little bit. She needs to talk to Drew Barrymore or something.