I'm a weirdo.

This week has been ridiculously long.  I knew it was going to be a long week when I thought it was Wednesday.  On Monday.  Never, never, never a good sign.

I'm a creep.  You probably know this by now.  Sometimes I forget about how creepy I am.  I say really weird things to people that I shouldn't say them to.  I do really weird things.  I sometimes catch myself staring at people and I don't know how long I've been looking at them or why I looked at them in the first place.  I have this obsession with celebrity gossip.  That in and of itself is not too odd.  But today?  Today I crossed a line and I'm not entirely sure where to go from here.  I was talking to one of my co-workers today  and somehow Brett Favre became the topic of conversation.  {If you live under a rock haven't watched the news recently, it's come out that he sent some picture texts of his pecker to some chick.  Silly, Brett.}  Anyway, pretty boy's sexts have allegedly been leaked.  I convinced myself that I needed to find them.  Why?  I'm a perv.  I'm a sexual deviant.  Say what you will... Brett Favre is a silver fox.  He may be an overly emotional, wishy-washy crybaby but he is also smoookin' hot.  I found them.  I found the pictures.  Agh.  I didn't know what to do.  Slash, as soon as I found these pictures I went and showed not one but two co-workers. .... ... ... I still don't know what to say... ... ... Maybe if I had been impressed I would not be so weirded out that I took a solid 10 minutes out of my day to find these lack luster penile pics.  {Side bar: if you are as perverse as I am, the pictures can be found at Perez Hilton's nasty site:  Be warned... this place is dirt.

To reward myself for my hard work today, I went and got a pedicure at Nails by Nicole.  Heaven.  It was heeeeeeaven.  I went with OPI Merry Midnight.  It's beautiful, no?

That's it for tonight... until tomorrow, lovers.