SUCK IT
Suck it, Angela. Get off my television screen with your ugly bubble skirts and obnoxious behavior. It is beyond my fucking comprehension how you managed to scrape by another week, while a more talented and far less irritating designer is forced to go home. I hope Tim Gunn busts your ass next week and you're the one that's kicked off, even though my rational side is saying that it's probably Keith because he's also a pompous dick and the most likely to cheat. Blech.
Suck it, Albus. Yes, I know that you're overdue for an oil change. And I promise to get it done first thing next week, so stop flashing the oil light at me on a day where I am wearing a flimsy white shirt and therefore not checking my oil. All right, FINE, I'll check it, and put more in as needed, but if you get any oil, dirt, or grit on me, I will hate you forever.
Suck it, work. You're boring.
ROCK IT
Rock it, iMovie. I somehow got suckered into not only assistant directing this year's editorial conference video, but also directing one of the segments -- a very ambitious animation piece alá South Park. This, when I know NOTHING about, uh, direction, animation, or editing. Fun! But, iMovie, you're SO EASY to use that yesterday I managed to piece together two test clips of characters, one with walking and one with mouth movements! It was cool and now that I have some sort of idea about what the hell I am doing, I am really excited to make the whole thing.
Rock it, weekend. I am heading to an undisclosed location to GET AWAY and I am really looking forward to it.
Rock it, Mom. [Edited out, for internets protection of my dignity, but suffice to say, my mom is awesome.]
ETA: I am currently in Virginia (my undisclosed location) and I wanted to blog to say, tipsily, I love you all, and I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk.
Suck it, Angela. Get off my television screen with your ugly bubble skirts and obnoxious behavior. It is beyond my fucking comprehension how you managed to scrape by another week, while a more talented and far less irritating designer is forced to go home. I hope Tim Gunn busts your ass next week and you're the one that's kicked off, even though my rational side is saying that it's probably Keith because he's also a pompous dick and the most likely to cheat. Blech.
Suck it, Albus. Yes, I know that you're overdue for an oil change. And I promise to get it done first thing next week, so stop flashing the oil light at me on a day where I am wearing a flimsy white shirt and therefore not checking my oil. All right, FINE, I'll check it, and put more in as needed, but if you get any oil, dirt, or grit on me, I will hate you forever.
Suck it, work. You're boring.
ROCK IT
Rock it, iMovie. I somehow got suckered into not only assistant directing this year's editorial conference video, but also directing one of the segments -- a very ambitious animation piece alá South Park. This, when I know NOTHING about, uh, direction, animation, or editing. Fun! But, iMovie, you're SO EASY to use that yesterday I managed to piece together two test clips of characters, one with walking and one with mouth movements! It was cool and now that I have some sort of idea about what the hell I am doing, I am really excited to make the whole thing.
Rock it, weekend. I am heading to an undisclosed location to GET AWAY and I am really looking forward to it.
Rock it, Mom. [Edited out, for internets protection of my dignity, but suffice to say, my mom is awesome.]
ETA: I am currently in Virginia (my undisclosed location) and I wanted to blog to say, tipsily, I love you all, and I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk.
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