Boring

Oh, my god... was this weekend boring. Kept my knee extended like a good girl, which meant I was on the couch most of the weekend. Even my lovely junk tv got old after a while. Let's see: I watched about five episodes of ANTM (there was a 'cycle' (bleh) 2 (the Yoanna/Mercedes/Shandi season) marathon on VH1 that I had DVRd). I watched an old Grey's Anatomy, a couple of TLC shows (the 627-pound woman!!) and, to my utter shame, the new Behind the Music for Nick Lachey. Dude.

Yes, I was desperate.

I also watched Iran v Mexico in the World Cup. I really love the World Cup: it's so exciting. And I have to again bring up my appreciation for fütbol hotties. Damn, y'all. It's the World Cup for hot boys too. Watch it and see, y'all. Tasty!

I just spent ten minutes trying to find the boy on the Iranian team I was crushing on, but I couldn't find a picture. I was cheering for Mexico, but hot boys transcend boundaries, yo.

I think I gained ten pounds back this weekend. I found my food trigger: boredom.

I did have stuff I could have done, but I was too busy feeling sorry for myself I couldn't actually handle being good and getting work done.

Sigh. I suck!