Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating

Paris Hilton's a racist. Who knew? I mean, what about Pharrell? P. Diddy? Maybe she's not used to being in front of a camera unless she's getting f*cked in the a**. That might throw me off too...make me so mad I just start spouting off racist remarks. Hey Paris, while you're at it, how about a little anti-semitism? Don't worry, the Kabballists won't get mad...they know they're not really Jewish.

I tried yoga for the first time last night. I'm not bendy at all, so I couldn't even manage the "upward standing dog" position...an essential part of the yoga. But I gave my best effort and waited 15 mins before giving up. I'm determined to get through the whole work out, all 45 mins, but I realize it may take me a while to work up to that. I'm setting goals, people. Goals I might actually meet.

I don't know what I want to do tonight. I'm planning on watching the debates so as to be an "informed" citizen. But what about after that? Should I continue my week of doing nothing (a norm for me...save last week)? Hmmm....something to think about. Maybe I'll make a list, a la Ashley. Or maybe not, don't really have anything to put on it.

The AM turned me on to this. So now I guess how popular you are in the blogosphere is measured by how much this blog critic makes fun of you. A girl can dream....I wonder what it's like, to be what you pretend to hate. Wait, I know that feeling.

And my brother sent me this. I don't have quick time so I can't do anything with it. I just like the title.
R.