So this weekend I worked! Right, that's it...I worked and fleeced home as fast as I could. I had a 12 hour day on Friday, and yesterday marked my 6th day in a row. The old boy is tired. It's so weird. I'm not saying that I'm old by any means, but I can definitely feel the difference from working a long week at 20, and working a long week at 30. A decade ago I would have probably partied and drank through it all, instead I was knocked out an hour after I got home. Wow, I'm 30. When did that happen? Fuck!
Anyways, last night I watched the American Music Awards. It was as dry as Malik Youba's lips. The performances were weak, and most everyone looked wack.
First and foremost, who the fuck let the New Kids on the Block in? Their performance was painful to watch. Where they kidding? I was waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out in the trucker hat of life and scream, "You just got PUNKED!" They looked so stiff and rehearsed. Don't get me wrong I used to live for NKOTB back in the day. I screamed and cried just like every other teenage girl at the site of them in their hey day, but now...? Let it go guys.
Even though it was so over for you having the largest spread in the all black issue of Italian Vogue, last night you looked (Can we say it all together)...Tired! Why would she wear that? Tocarra knew she didn't have any damn business in polka dots with her big ass. She looked like somebody's mama (not mine by the way, cause my mom would have twirled the pump of life).