Sorry I have been so quiet; sorry, Bonnie, the sad German clowns creeped you out. Usually she is much more orange than that; she has her Mystic Tan turned up to 11, but the sad clown program necessitated white face paint.
La, but this Olympics is sort of a FAIL, what with the torch lighting FAIL, the speed skating rink with the ruts, the start time fuck ups on the cross country course, and that poor Georgian luge guy dying. I mean, that’s a major FAIL.
That’s why we all need Mr. Sassy Pants himself, Johnny Weir, winking, flirting, and blowing kisses as us. Is it the best skating I’ve ever seen? No. Was it good, considering it was Ass Over Teakettle night? Yes. Should he be higher in the rankings? A leetle. Is Screamin’ Scottie Hamilton pissed that Queen Diva is even out there, rockin’ it Gaga style?
Oh, hear the disdain drip. Here’s a link.
Gotta run, I have a lot of knitting to do before the end of March, and a lot of job hunting to do before my unemployment runs out in April. I am so depressed about that bummer situation.