so i know i'm obsessed.

I get obsessive about things. Songs. Shows. Pretty much anything.

But then, who doesn't? Right?

I may be worse than the average person, but I like to think it's just a version of my passion.

I realized that I currently totally working an obsession on my CBC (Cute Bartender Crush, just for an update) when I was watching "Casablanca" tonight for a class and as I was watching Humphrey Bogart I kept on thinking, "who the hell does he remind me of."

My ultimate decision? Kind of CBC. Like if CBC was that age.

I think I have it bad.

I know the only reason for this is because I saw him last Friday for the first time in a couple of months. Granted it would help if I actually frequented the bar more than once a couple of months, but that would just be too easy.

Anyway.

I totally forgot just how cute and adorable he actually was.

That said, I don't think he actually is anything like the Bogart.

Thank goodness.

humour in a time of darkness.

CBF has been having real issues with his new job, in that it's just a very, very, very difficult and tiring job. He expected the worst, and somehow, it was even worse.

We've been talking regularly, as usual, though not daily and I think him talking slash venting about it does seem to help. And really? From the stories he tells, I'm fucking amazed.

One of the reasons that I love him so dearly is that we are able to make our worst pain really funny. He's even better than me; because somehow after of course serious "Shit, that's awful. I'm sorries," he will always tell an anecdotal story that has us ending up laughing really hard.

We've both been going through some stress lately, and one of the things we share right now is the fact that we're both fucking poor. I mean I budgeted the next week down to the dime. I have no room for error. I looked up the cost of toilet paper online at CVS so I could geusstimate how much it was going to cost with my Drano and two other essential items.

I digress. But I guess that's an update on the last post of not taking toilet paper from my office.

Anyway, we were both lamenting our poverty, and he was saying how was in Virgin Megastore and he really wanted the new Tracy Chapman CD, but then he was all, "I'm not a lesbian. I don't need her new CD!!" to convince himself. I don't know if it was his delivery or just the joke itself, but we both fucking died laughing.

Then I had to laugh again today, because I went to one of my favourite daily sites, Afterellen.com, a lebian/bi media viewed site that is pretty interesting and funny, along with its' younger brother Afterelton.com, and the lead story is a review of the new Tracey Chapman CD.

I had to bust out laughing.

It's funny because it's true.

how poor are you?

So poor that I'm contemplating toilet paper from work until my next paycheck.

The even sadder part?

If I do indeed decide to take some, I'd be unrolling a shit-load (pardon the pun) from the roll because they're locked in.

How poor is everyone else?

Updated to add: So poor that I was really excited when I got a $5 bill in the mail with some stupid article from my mom. That's just pathetic.

it's that damn accent.

I, like pretty much everyone else I'm sure, have a total thing for accents. Especially Irish and British ones. I mean you become exponentially more attractive with an accent. I mean teeth are a big thing for me. You need to have good teeth, and so if you don't have good teeth that's a turn-off.

If you have an accent? Suddenly those teeth might just not be that horrible. Granted, not all accents have that effect on me, and I have to generally say that I do enjoy the Australian accent sometimes, though I often find it sounds like they're complaining, and the Scottish one doesn't do that much for me, but it still helps.

I have a total fangirl crush on Craig Ferguson.

Yes.

That Craig Ferguson.

The one that was on the Drew Carey show after it had already jumped the ship.

The one who didn't really stand out that much on the show anyway; which? Granted it's a little difficult with the likes of Mimi, but I just didn't really notice him.

It's probably because his accent was Scottish, and I would most likely have to say his true personality didn't come out. He was the chosen successor of Craig Kilborn, and really? Does anyone even remember that he began the Daily Show compared the shining brilliance of Jon Stewart, and does anyone think he isn't a complete fucking jackass, because I sure don't. He has always grated on my nerves like no other. Whenever I saw him hosting his late show, and I was watching for the guest, I invariably found myself shouting profanities at the screen.

I don't really watch late night programs anymore. I don't have the time. Jay Leno's turned into a complete wanker. David Letterman is pretty funny but not enough so that I should be punking my homework for him, and he bugs sometimes as well. I think I just have less patience at the particular hour. Though I can always watch Conan and have since the beginning. It was one of the few programs that aired in English in high school. I digress.

I've since caught the Late Show with Craig Ferguson and each time I find myself giggling at his skits like some schoolgirl crushee and just generally thinking, he's so fucking funny and adorable. And isn't that accent the cutest? Though I again, just generally don't watch late night television.

I just plopped on his program again, and it was hilarious and he was just fucking hot, and he's even rocking the gently graying hair.

I would totally fuck that.

shock and aww

It's interesting. Every year with each awards show, I pretend that I'm not going to watch. And I also pretend to not care who wins because I'm upset with half the people that are nominated and shocked by those that aren't.

This year was especially horrible.

Patricia Arquette, who seemingly is incapable of expressing an emotion because she lost that emotive capability when born I'm assuming, won for best actress in a drama. What the fuck? She was the last person I thought who would win. I was wondering if the other actresses in the category were all, "really?" I mean she had some typical competition. The ones that the Emmy voters enjoy nominating and whatnot, but it was so bizarre.

I thought I was going to be most upset by the fact that Arrested Development was going to be robbed of a Best Comedy award by Desperate Housewives which is over-rated drivel in comparison, and not really a comedy. Wrong. I was okay with Everybody [Hates] Raymond winning because that wasn't unexpected and it wasn't DH.

Though how can a series that is nominated three times in the best writing for a comedy and wins! in that category not win for actual best comedy? I think I was okay with it because at least AD won for best writing in a comedy series.

Are Emmy voters actually watching the shows they're being sent? I mean Patricia Arquette? I mean most winners were to be expected, but really?!?!

And Ellen. I love you. I love your show. I think you're awesome, and I'm surprised that they were able to make you un-funny. You were the best thing about the Grammy's two years ago with the rotating hosts. I've watched your specials. You're hilarious. I was saddened by your hosting. Yet? Couldn't look away despite the pile of reading I need to do.

The best part might have been with Kristin Bell sang Fame. Stupidest gimmick ever, but Kristin rocked the song and reminded me why I was excited about watching Veronica Mars again. It's been too long and I hope you don't suffer a soph slump like every other show on the planet.

Except for Arrested Development, whose second season might have been better than the first, which is pretty impressive. I can't say enough about it. Thank goodness Fox hasn't cancelled it yet, and everyone in the world should watch it tomorrow at 8 on Fox. Do it. It'll be the best half-hour of your day.

Funny, how the reading is still there. Hours ahead of me. Awesome. And I'm sitting here posting about the trite Emmys.

I guess the semester really has begun again.

crappy mondays.

It seems the general feeling of Mondays this week is a resounding: crappy.

CBF left me a message about how today was one of those day's where you want to quit your job and then kill yourself. Which? I can totally understand. He sounded exhausted and I believe sleeping or too tired to talk when I called.

Stretch called and left a long message on my answering machine while I was out with the kids in my program to the point where she was cut off from the machine. Something I'm familiar with, but that's because I can never shut the fuck up when I'm leaving a message.

Stretch's day? Long and crappy. Including an unfortunate incidence of a fender bender.

On a new car.

Crappy.

In high school, and well, it started when I was in middle and elementary school, I always loved "Garfield." Couldn't get enough of the cartoon and as a youngster (before 3rd grade. Trust me on this) I had a night t-shirt with Garfield and my horoscope on it. Or at least what my sign supposedly represented. I digress.

One thing I really came to appreciate in high school was Garfield's constant hatred of Mondays. I hated going to school again on Mondays. Wishing it was the weekend already.

It's weird. I haven't really had that strong of a reaction to Monday's in quite some time, but right now, all I want to do is go back to sleep and wake up and have it be Tuesday.

Maybe it's time to embrace the inner Garfield, and maybe it was just a really bad Monday for a lot of people out there.