Sunday, November 12, 2006


That's my little bro, flying. Like nacho, apparently. Okay, i'll go with it.

The Pussycat Dolls is a group of singers who were totally skinny exotic dancers living in Vegas or wherever who one day suddenly discovered, "Lyke, OMG, we can sing!"

Life is so not fair.

Anyways, they made some "music" and put it on an "album" and got on the "Top 40 Chart" "way more than it was necessary", and got "played" on the "radio" "all the time", and were "constantly plastered all over TV in skimpy outfits, dancing and generally setting back women a hundred years".

So then i turn on VH1. The show was of the musical countdown variety. The Pussycat Dolls were doing the whole music video thing. They went on a subway and pole danced for a while and were wearing teeny little outfits...all while telling this guy that they're not like these other b****es and they don't need his money so stop calling them and they don't like his cadillac...but it is a nice color.

That made me scream at the screen.

Another example of contradictions? What happened to me yesterday. IM for le details.

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