That's What I Get For Sleeping In

I really didn't mean to sleep so late, but when you stay up until five in the morning...

Anyway, it was after two when I finally woke up, and even though I was still sleepy, I forced myself out of bed, brushed my teeth and took a shower. After booting up the computer to check my email, I flicked on the TV next to it. It was on E!, a channel I never watch (seriously), and there is some Latina chick with long dark hair, talking about how much she wanted to have the plastic surgery, etc blah blah, and then she says, "And then my right nipple totally rotted and fell off."

Oh Geez!

There goes Thanksgiving dinner. I thought I would faint.

Since I was a kid I can remember having disdain for the vainglorious who go in for plastic surgery (or is it cosmetic surgery?)--you should be grateful for what God gave you--unless, like, you have an arm growing out of your forehead or something, why would you do something so damn drastic as having surgery??? And I still feel that way. I still feel no pity for people who show up on those news shows, crying about how their collegen injections in the backseat of that Nissan in the parking lot of their church went horribly awry, etc. HOW COULD YOU BE SO FREAKING STUPID?? And vain? What's really sad is that most of these people... they look fine. Good. Great even! Then they have to wear a bag over their heads.