It's snowing in Colorado. Suckas.

Pro Bowl = dumb. Super Bowl = going to be dumb. When did I start actually caring about this ridiculous sport? Half of my wardrobe consists of Carolina Panthers attire. What can I say, I look good in blue.

I heart Glee. Thank you, Netflix, for safely delivering all of the discs from the first part of the second season safely to my mailbox. I watched the episodes in an embarrassingly speedy manner and now anxiously await a new episode to air. I need some Thriller in my life, stat. Umm. I also downloaded an extensive selection of songs from the show. They now live on my iPod and sing to me often.

I think my blog deserves a picture.

...maybe tomorrow.

Katy Perry concert tickets are completely sold out for the Colorado show in July. If I desire to purchase them for a ridiculously inflated price on eBay or StubHub or one of those lovely sites, I can; however, I want to buy them for the cheapy amount of $39.00 from KP's website. So. That isn't going to happen. I really think that my life would be enriched by seeing Katy live and rocking out whilst inebriated. I shall scour websites and stalk tickets until I find some for an appropriate price. If someone would like to give me tickets, that would also be glorious.

Hate you Clay Matthews. Hate you Ben Roethajdabhbrger.

Kay. So yesterday was a ginormo fail for all things football related.

Green Bay stomped the Bears which yes, was expected but does not please me any more. If it weren't for Mr. Matthews and his raggedy ass, split-end infested, rat's nest mess of whatever it is that sits atop his head, I would have little to no reason for hating the Packers. Alas, he exists on the team and therefore, my hatred is strong.

Theeeen. Pittsburg whooped up on the Jets and I may have shed a tear or two. Or none. Regardless, it was tragic and quite uncool. I happened to be watching the game at the home of two Steeler's fans with lots of Steelers friends present so lots of smack-talk occurred.

Naturally the first year I've actively taken an interest in this sport, I have absolutely zero desire to watch the Super Bowl because I could give a crap less about the competing teams. Goal of the night February 6, 2011? Get smashed, watch high-budget commercials and be oblivious as to who wins the game.

I plan to make these Sorels last forever.

I finally purchased snow boots and they are the most glorious of glory-filled boots. At least, the pictures depict them as such and the reviews were similarly promising. Because they are made by the lovely company of Sorel, they should live longer than me unless...

A. I don't take care of the lining.
B. I wear them on the daily.
C. I get really drunk and vomit into them. This may be covered under A.

Thank you, Discover Card, for providing me with an additional 15% off of the retail price AND revoking those pesky taxes. You and I shall be friends forever.

Hello, pretty.

I hope they fit because I haven't yet had a chance to try the mofos on but I have confidence that they will. I've been eyeballing these ever since Victoria's Secret first introduced them to me on their website when they put their fall collection out. It was kind of love at first sight and it was totally mutual.

Next ridiculous warm weather purchase? Enormously overpriced winter jacket. North Face, here I come. I desire to zip my fleece into you/one of your toasty coats.

Why, hello there. It's so nice to meet you.

Today I decided that I'm going to be hip + with the times + trendy and get myself a blog. Let's see how long this mess lasts. The determining factor? Whether or not I can figure this out how to customize things in a reasonable amount of time. I give myself a month.