They Work Hard, They Play Hard

busy weekend, this one was -- not a lot of sleep and way too much driving. Daylight Savings kicked my ass. i'm so tired that i came to work on time so that i can go home on time to sleep. i've also lost my voice. being sick was a likely factor, but i'm pretty sure last night's show sealed the deal.

sick girl hitting up her favorite store, Target, to get her new favorite tissue:

this is such an amazing product! it used to just be a cute commercial to me, but now it is my nose's best friend. it is incredibly soft, and you can really feel the lotion inside. mmmhmm :) i <3 Procter & Gamble.

so another politician is in the news today facing a scandal. "New York governor involved in prostitution ring." big whoop. everybody knows that rich old men pay to get laid. that, or they have affairs. or they launder money. same old story. the interesting part of the article was the rates that these prostitutes go for. based on how "good" they are, a whore can charge up to $5,500 an hour! i wonder how much of the money actually goes to the whores themselves. even if they get only half of what they earn, it's still a lot of money! i mean, for an hour?! a measly hour of taking it and faking it? easy money, no income tax. dignity and self-respect: what's that? oh, prostitution. good game.

and what's with the wives always standing by their husbands' side while they make an embarrassing public apology? bullshit. what a political stunt. don't they know that they're only making a mockery of themselves? more than likely, they're getting something out of it. the last say in every discussion? a summer share in the Hamptons? Kobe!