freaking weird.

i wouldn't mind being the devil

i have an extremely short attention span when it comes to reading. i drift off and start thinking about other things while my eyes are doing the exercise of scanning the pages while not actually reading. i have about 5 books under my bedside table that have been started and discarded 2/3 of the way in. i am however a fervent consumer of magazines. this might be why "the devil wears prada" is one of the only books i have finished in over a year. AND to my delight it's being turned into a movie directed by david frankel (sex and the city). this is my movie crack..... i don't need action, or explosions...ohhhh i can't wait!! Miranda Priestly, the evil magazine boss is played by Meryl Streep. never mind that silly little anne hathaway is cast as the star - i 'm not routing for her anyway. as a juicy addition streep's character is rumored to be based on the iconic anna wintour (editor-in-chief at vouge). author of the book, lauren weisberger was an intern at vouge.... so delicious i can hardly stand it!

here's a little excerpt from jossip.com
"Anna Wintour isn't taking The Devil Wears Prada movie sitting down... at least not in an ergonomically correct throne. She's warning fashionistas and actors that any involvement in the Meryl Streep movie will make them invisible in the eyes of Vogue."

stop emailing me matt damon!

what part of RESTRAINING ORDER do you not understand?
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we're cool, pray with us

the meeting house is in this freaking huge warehouse across the street from my office. i am not sure if i hate it or not. i looked around on their very slick website and noted how similar it is to a "buy this awesome condo so you can be awesome" website. i asked my stoner/bodybuilder boss what he thought of the meeting house. he summed it up "organized religion makes me nervous man." maybe i'm just to cynical but trying to hip-ify religion just smells of purple kool-aid parties you know?

boobie cake

steve hosted sam's bachelor party this weekend. while i didn't get all the details out of him it seemed like it was a pretty fun night. steve spent the entire day on the couch on sat (that is what was left of the day when you get up at 1 pm) i got to help by making a boobie cake. sarah came over to help me ice it. i am now the proud owner of a boobie cake pan - so if you need one you can borrow mine.