I would make fun of my brother for getting addicted to Facebook a few days ago (I mean, more than I already have), but ever since Jamie sent me a link to Fugly Celebrity*, I've had a shameful addiction of catching up on the past few years of horrible celebrity fashion. I was especially fascinated with all their tagged updates on Brittney Spears, and on that Peldon girl. I had a nightmare about Peldons last night. I really have to be more careful about what I spend my last waking moments doing.
Update on the tire(d) situation: it seems two other people I know got flat tires Sunday, too! Tuesday I marched into a tire yard after work and pronounced "I need a new tire!" The three guys there looked at me and said "A used tire?" when I noticed all the signs that said "A-One's Used Tires! We have used tires!" so I played it cool and said "Yes!" but inside I wondered how used these tires were, and what they had been used for, and if this was a good idea. They had constructed a shanty of ripply tin and popsickle sticks for customers to wait under. I watched the Simpsons on a small staticy TV as the guy fixed my car two feet away from me. The best part of all was the stand for the tiny TV was a much larger TV, propped up by tire rims. I took a picture with my phone.
Which reminds me, I would normally direct you to my camera phone uploads at right, but there seems to be something wrong with the side bar (it's down below), but I can't be bothered to figure out when or why that happened. So let me direct you to my camera phone uploads, link below right.
*Significant because Carrie Underwood seems to be doing the Jubilation T Cornpone dance from L'il Abner. Which, now that I see this picture, is also somewhat remniscient of Borat doing aerobics in one episode of Ali G.
No, I'm just kidding, I was never human