Thanks, thanks a lot for not picking me

It's that week before the holidays where the phone stops ringing and I'm left to sit at my desk wondering how the hell I'm supposed to entertain myself for the next 4 hours. This is all I have left.

Whoa! What happened to the little Lawrence brother? (via pink is the new blog). Okay, that was too easy and not even funny. But seriously, who told him, "yeah, your mustache looks awesome and not the least bit creepy"? Whoever it was should be shot.

Ashlee Simpson's easy transformation...into none other than Nicky Sixx. Without reading the captions, you try telling me who's who. Next up- turning Ashley Olsen into Tommy Lee. Can't wait.

I didn't see Lohan's cameo on Saturday Night Live. I guess I will just have to read about it everywhere. That Lindsay- she's so popular!

I want to be a Harajuku girl. And this has nothing to do w/ Gwen Stefani. I've wanted to be one for a long time, but I'm just now feeling comfortable enough to tell other people. I'm not afraid anymore!

Twice today I've used the term "yeppers" (an extension of "yep" if you didn't pick up on that). Turns out I'm not alone...according to Emily, Austin used the term today as well. Where the hell are we getting such phrases that would cause Mrs. R to question "what kind of dillhole says yeppers?" Apparantly, I'm that dillhole. But what kind of dillhole says dillhole? Touche (I don't know how to do accents over my letters, I'm computer illiterate, we've been over this).

Word on the street (and by street I mean office hallway) is that a client is on her way to bring us gifts. I'm hoping for gift cards, but it will most likely be a gift basket filled w/ treats determined to make me fat. As Ashley said to me earlier, "never look a gift horse in the mouth." Of course, but can I still talk about that horse behind his back?
R.