I'm alive! Sad to say, yesterday was a hell day. Busy all over the place, and some of it my own doing. (10 hour car trips require music, so CDs are being produced and...well, that took up a good portion of my afternoon LOL).
Sunday was a blast. NASCAR and
bubblesbrnaid. *squee* Continuous snark over the course of about 6 hours is so. much. fun. And we know how to make *everything* about NASCAR dirty. *snicker*
Dear Jamie McMurray,
While those shorts would make a nice dress (really, the fabric was lovely for a WOMAN), on you they just look mightily dorky. And let's talk about the hair. You are not Ellyut. Cut it!
Dear Kyle Petty,
You are seriously up there with Derrick Cope on the "gotta love em cause they're so not a contender" list. 17th! You finished 17th! Okay, so there were like 20 cars left in the race, but yay!!!!
Dear Kenny Wallace,
God I love your spastic ass.
***
( American Idol: 80s Power Ballads Rock The House! )
Sunday was a blast. NASCAR and
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Dear Jamie McMurray,
While those shorts would make a nice dress (really, the fabric was lovely for a WOMAN), on you they just look mightily dorky. And let's talk about the hair. You are not Ellyut. Cut it!
Dear Kyle Petty,
You are seriously up there with Derrick Cope on the "gotta love em cause they're so not a contender" list. 17th! You finished 17th! Okay, so there were like 20 cars left in the race, but yay!!!!
Dear Kenny Wallace,
God I love your spastic ass.
***
( American Idol: 80s Power Ballads Rock The House! )
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