dooce Speaks To Me. on grey's anatomy: "this show, this tedious ball of bullshit that I love with every proton and electron of my temporal being". i don't watch grey's anatomy, but that's exactly how i feel about my tv shows. and it's nice to know that feeling that way about a tv show doesn't make me a retard without a life. because, you know, dooce isn't a retard. she is teh cool. and she has the cutest kid ever and a hot husband so evidently she can't be entirely socially inept either. or Life-less. i mean, she's definitely getting some. so yeah, i feel... vindicated.

what would i be without my gg, my alias, my lost.

came home and got through half an ep of gg before i decided to shower and get dinner. now dinner's over and i'm blogging and my mom's blasting the bunty aur babli soundtrack outside my room. life is good.

skeleton key very interesting. not a typical horror movie. was much more psychological than visual, i think. hoodoo. disturbing, in any case. the Down South is fascinating. and it was shot in new orleans, as i correctly identified. good company. paparazzi. bagel!!!! was fun.

i also have a new sterling silver tiffany bracelet because my parents opened a new bank account or something. they should just keep transferring money to different accounts with different banks so that we can keep getting free gifts. the only reason i get to keep this bracelet is it's free. my mom won't let me touch the tiffany stuff that she actually paid for =( she only assures me that i'll inherit them.

i'm wondering if i really want to be a banker. cos my parents' bankers always come to our house. and i don't want to have to pay house visits. but then apparently that's what private bankers have to do. they have to be at the beck and call of the people whose money they're managing. that's why bankers burn out by the time they're 35. but then they make so much money by then so they can retire. ok i exaggerate a little but that's what my banker uncles keep whinging about.

nah. i think i'll go into fashion, suffer the anna wintours, score some chanel couture and marc jacobs' number, and then quit and take care of my kids. and dress them in gucci baby, of course.