A television bullets and then massive entry overload:
1) Grey’s anatomy actually few made me laugh this week.
Callie:Do people ever think you two are a couple?
Meredith: No, because we screw boys like whores on tequila.
Cristina: Then we either try to marry them or drown ourselves.

Yay for not sucking anymore!

2)  Also Stephen Colbert made me laugh with his description of Ethanol- :Corn+Magic=Gasoline”

On with the show:

I am currently enjoying a little shoecstasy. That’s right, Shoe-ectasy.
Why? One word. BITTEN.
Three more words STEVE AND BARRY’S
And a number-8.98
I should have taken the huge EVERYTHING IN THE STORE 8.98! sign as a warning. I should have backed away slowly and meditated on the impending budget doom. But I didn’t.
I walked out with 4 pairs of shoes. A dress. And a snarky tee shirt for my little brother.
4 pairs of shoes!
Dear lord.
The last time I bought 4 pairs of shoes at a time was post-fire when the only pair of shoes I owned were running shoes and it was snow-season in NEPA. Obviously boots and pumps were necessary. But Friday? Well Friday I found myself falling in love with fuchsia metallic flats, turquoise wedges, red suede pumps, and a pair of cute casual trainers.
I’m talking myself out of any buyers remorse because hello, 8.98 a pair! And, because I’m currently dealing with a lot of body image issues, I’m tacking on “or have too many shoes” to the popular, “You can never be too rich or too thin” line.
Besides, I’m way behind most of you gals. I probably have less than, I have less than 20 pairs of shoes, counting the 4 I just bought.
My future roomie has over 100.
I bow to her greatness.
I used to collect pins, I think I’m graduating to shoes. Because seriously, how can you ever have too many shoes?

After spending almost as much in S&B and DOT’S (where I bought my new bag for 10$ score!) as I did on the concert tickets for Boyfriend’s birthday, I met up with the man for dinner at Revello’s, the best Old Forge pizza joint. In case you didn’t know all you Chicago and New York City dwellers, if you want good pizza, you come to the valley. I’m sorry, you can argue about deep dish that, or Brooklyn style this, but you’ve not had pizza until you’ve ordered it by the tray.
Pizza is a big deal in my area. In the town I grew up there is 1 high school, 1 hospital, one main road, and about 7, 8, 10 pizza joints.  No lie. You formed allegiances based on whose pizza you thought was the best.
When I moved closer to the Pizza Capital of the World I was schooled in a whole new world of pizza consumption, and I am still a novice in the subject of Old Forge style pizza. However Boyfriend and I know we enjoy cheese that sticks to the roof of your mouth and so we pick Revello’s over the other big Old Forge joint. Seriously, if you find yourself in NEPA come out and we’ll take you down Revello’s for a couple, two, tree slices, heyna? (For more information on NEPA lingo, visit: Heynabonics and then cry because people DO talk that way around these parts.

After putting a dent in our tray, Boyfriend and I went to watch the Blue Men beat on pipes and toss marshmallows around. It was a good show, and I want one of those Mary Lou-Whoo dresses. I enjoyed people watching and picking out the people with front butt and fake boobs and then we left to meet some of boyfriend’s coworkers at a whole in the wall joint where I proceeded to dance drunkenly to Justin Timberlake and the Pussy Cat Dolls on the definitely-not-dance-floor section between the bar and the wall mounted new age juke box.  I love run on sentences. Bad English major. No comma. We left around midnight and fell asleep around one after some sessy time. Boyfriend left around 7 to go sing with old men and I woke up at 8:31 for my stupid Saturday morning economics class…that started at 8:30. Whoops. This is why cell phone alarms are bad ideas, apparently after 4 beers I’m too groggy to see when I push “dismiss” instead of “snooze” .

And now, I’m sitting at “work” writing a bulk of posts so that I can keep up with my new resolution to not be such a slacker.

Ponder that sentence a while.

And tell me about your Friday!