the little gold one
We watched the Oscars last night. The roommate and I had a little party spread put out should anybody decide to drop by and watch them with us. Oh what a spread. Mac-n-Cheeze, Chili dip, taco-chili dip, nibbly things everywhere.
The red-carpet event is a veritable bitch-fag’s delight. Catty comments about this actress’ dress, hair and make-up, immediately followed with gushing proclamations of love over that actor and his tuxedo.
I had to distance myself after a few minutes lest I take to bitching along with them. I’m trying something new. Positive thought.
Yeah, that thing where you don’t allow yourself to judge another person negatively for their look or actions.
I hear its very “Jesus-like”. I figure with the religious fanatics throwing his name around and all, that if I live by example, it might just rub off on someone.
well, that was until I had to make that nasty remark about Beyonce. I mean c’mon girl you had a fucking chandelier around your neck!