Bitchfest and Other Randomness

I have a raging case of PMS.

Beyonce was in People's Beautiful People issue saying that if she weren't as beautiful, maybe people would notice her talent more. Honey, I hate to break it to you, but neither your looks nor your talent are that great. I want to punch her.

If Paris goes home tomorrow night, that does not mean America is racist, for christ's sake.

I hate entitled people.

I also hate needy people (emotionally needy, not poor).

I hate the people on my commute. Get out of the passing lane if you are going to go 65!!

Some random work shit is annoying the bejesus out of me, but I don't talk about work here.

I made asparagus for the first time last night using the recipe from Simply Recipes (which is a great site, by the way). It wasn't that great, but I think it's because of the asparagus. It was just olive oil, lemon zest, parmesan cheese, salt, and pepper, so I'm sure I screwed something up along the way.

I'm tired of the "trend" of celebrities adopting children from third-world countries. Hell, I'd rather live in Darfur than have Jessica Simpson as my mother.

I would be willing to drive out to LA to punch Taylor Hicks, and if the song choice spoilers I read are true, I just might.

I think we're all aware that gas prices are high, media. Please stop shoving it down our throats. And seriously, if you have an SUV, I don't wanna fucking hear it.

Last night I watched 2 half-naked sweaty men hugging. It was on "Walker, Texas Ranger."