Alright, alright... I'm still alive!
After two people came up to me at work last night and said "Oh good, you're still alive... you haven't updated your SG journal in so long!" I knew it was time to come online and catch up with a bunch of stuff I've gotten behind on.
Well, The Bettilu Bombshells have been super busy with lots of side projects, so despite the fact that we have no scheduled shows (waa!) I've gotten to see Bettina a lot more than last month. We're still selling calendars and 8x10 glossies, so if you want to pick up something a little saucy for Christmas (or just to support the bombshells) you can check our stuff out in our merchandise section of the site.
Okay, enough of the shameless plugs. Not much is new. I sunk to new levels this afternoon by picking up an US weekly magazine in a moment of gossipy weakness. I took pride as I plunked it down with the toilet paper, laundry detergent and green olives (mmmm, olives) and while the people behind me were talking about how trashy the very same magazine was (unbeknownst to the fact that I was buying one). I figure I offset the bad magazines by watching the question and answer period in parliament every day on CBC Today.
But it's a necessary purchase. I HAD to know how Britney Spears' trip to the dentist went (??? I chalk it up to me living vicariously through her. Since I can't afford the dentist.) and I absolutely NEEDED to know more about the article entitled "Brad Pitt loses his pants." No, there weren't pictures. Sigh.
Anyways. I'm back. I disappeared in a month of self-indulgent mopiness, but that's really quite unproductive, is it not?
XOX-L
After two people came up to me at work last night and said "Oh good, you're still alive... you haven't updated your SG journal in so long!" I knew it was time to come online and catch up with a bunch of stuff I've gotten behind on.
Well, The Bettilu Bombshells have been super busy with lots of side projects, so despite the fact that we have no scheduled shows (waa!) I've gotten to see Bettina a lot more than last month. We're still selling calendars and 8x10 glossies, so if you want to pick up something a little saucy for Christmas (or just to support the bombshells) you can check our stuff out in our merchandise section of the site.
Okay, enough of the shameless plugs. Not much is new. I sunk to new levels this afternoon by picking up an US weekly magazine in a moment of gossipy weakness. I took pride as I plunked it down with the toilet paper, laundry detergent and green olives (mmmm, olives) and while the people behind me were talking about how trashy the very same magazine was (unbeknownst to the fact that I was buying one). I figure I offset the bad magazines by watching the question and answer period in parliament every day on CBC Today.
But it's a necessary purchase. I HAD to know how Britney Spears' trip to the dentist went (??? I chalk it up to me living vicariously through her. Since I can't afford the dentist.) and I absolutely NEEDED to know more about the article entitled "Brad Pitt loses his pants." No, there weren't pictures. Sigh.
Anyways. I'm back. I disappeared in a month of self-indulgent mopiness, but that's really quite unproductive, is it not?
XOX-L
VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
bettina:
Waaaah, I wanna go to the dentist so bad. I wish I could put "dental cleaning" on my wishlist.
troglodyte:
You will be tipping, won't you? I'm po'. 