| | I just finished spending an unnecessary amount of time trying to find pictures of Rosario Dawson's breasts. A debate arose among friends concerning matters of silicone, and I am a total tit crusader if I feel there are wrongful accusations being thrown around. There are several matters upon which I will not bend: - I know good breasts when I see them (Sidenote: hello to the various family members reading this. I'm still not that lesbian daughter/cousin/niece you all seem to think I have so much potential to become. Stay tuned for next week's entry, though! Cliffhanger!)
- Knock-off food brands are superior to the originals. (Tuxedos>Oreos, Mountain Lion>Mountain Dew, et al.).
- Rod Stewart's "Maggie May" gets better every time you listen to it. (Another sidenote: I should probably be working at Hallmark).
- And, most importantly...redheads should be ruling the earth.
The pure, unadulterated joy of attending my cousin's graduation/family festivities a week or so ago was only surpassed by finding the love of my life. Most of my time in Jersey was spent either discussing the golden child, or reminding people that a) as much as I appreciate the, "birthday wishes for the big 1-4" in case you don't see me again before then, I should probably let on to the fact that I am currently enrolled in college and closer to my twenties than you may think and b) I am indeed still single...yes, just like the last time you saw me. Feigned surprise is unnecessary. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it's been established that I tend to watch a lot of both Jeopardy! and any documentary I can get my hands on. Whether this coincides with the amount of friends I have is currently an untested theorem, but I think conclusions can be drawn. So, in an attempt to avoid family dramatics, I finally watched "Wordplay," the fast-paced thriller about the national crossword puzzle competition that takes place in Connecticut every year.
And there he was. The youngest winner of the competition. Red headed, dictionary-wielding, twenty year old Tyler Hinman. Oh, Baby. You had me at one across. Ugh. Bad jokes happen, people. I have a long-standing affinity towards redheads. I'm sort of a bastard, so my efforts in befriending them are usually unsuccessful, but I'll continue to try in vain. I'm hypnotized into loving them, really. It's gotten to the point where I find Kathy Griffin hilarious. Not only am I probably the only fan of hers who is not a gay male, but I also think she's quite pretty. Let me repeat...I honestly find Kathy Griffin attractive. I know it's wrong, but that pasty skin skews the thought process. And let's just ignore the fact that not only is Danny Bonaduce a ginger, but so are the rest of his family members. Dear God. Nothing is better than that VH1 show.
Is this dedication a result of low self esteem? I don't think so...I just think they represent an underappreciated recessive gene that deserves attention. Hemophilia is also linked to recessive genes, but, you know...that sexy little trait is slightly less appealing. Regardless, this March I'm traveling to Brooklyn, the new location of the competition, to see these people (redheaded or not) in all their glory. Is that dedication a result of low self esteem? Quite possibly.
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