opera142: (bleach)
Matt was arrested for DWI on Sat. He's lucky cash-n-pussy isn't an offense or there wouldn't be any bail big enough.
opera142: (The Precious)
Matt Hardy's been released by TNA. A teeny part of me is huffy---Jeff is still employed by them. But the rest of me, meh. Quit drinking and being a dick and believing that middle-aged dudes imitating Jackass scenarios is anything but incredibly lame. Yes, I used an abstract adjective, that's how lame-o it is. Oh, the annoying Tweets that will come of this. MATT HARDY WILL BE BETTER THAN EVER. MANY THINGS ARE FALLING INTO PLACE STAY TUNED FOR MANIC FEEL GOOD BLAH BLAH BLAH UNTIL I FALL OFF THE WAGON AGAIN. Less Tweeting, moar being pretty and decent again. Thx.

Next appearance, Celebrity Rehab.
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Bacon jam!
opera142: (this shit is bananas)
HE TRIED TO EAT DREW'S HAIR.
opera142: (crayons)
Okay, Brits on the list.

Please assure me that the "1 cup diced swede" in the Woolton pie recipe isn't what it sounds like.
opera142: (Default)
Latest celebrity crush: Hannah Blilie

Hannah

Too bad her band isn't so great :(




From Beth Britt's Twitter: CrockPot's a-rockin'!
opera142: (crayons)
Because of the Christmas sulk rush, I forgot to snark about a "cookie" I was introduced to this season--- a pretzel ring through which a Rollo has been crammed. Atop that Rollo sits an M&M.

I don't know what they are called. I dubbed them Fattlardies.
opera142: (crayons)
I will share a story about TV.

One year for Easter, the Bunny was especially generous, and my basket had a Cadbury egg. Now, kids, this was when those badboys were still novel, and that egg was pure SWANK. Anyway, throughout the week, I ate the other lesser candies, saving my egg for Friday to eat while watching the Dukes of Hazard.

Between supper and the Dukes, I went outside to play. 5 minutes to 8, I stop by to get my egg, and MY BASKET IS EMPTY.

WHERE DID MY EGG GO HAS ANYONE SEEN MY EGG OMG, WHO TOOK MY EGG

At my freak-out, my dad 'fessed up. Abandoned property, he said. He thought I didn't want it, what with all the other candy being gone. Even the grass was gone. And my egg was gone because MY DAD ATE IT.
opera142: (whee)
Her latest: 21? Age or your panty size?

Size 21. I stand in awe.
opera142: (crayons)
Meant to spell it like that. MEANT TO SPELL IT LIKE THAT.

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