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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1089042767581717039</id><published>2010-01-26T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:16:29.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Luck'/><title type='text'>I think we are on hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am way too narcissistic for that, and I also had a request from my favorite blogger besides &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com/"&gt;Bryanboy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://unapologeticallymundane.com/"&gt;Katie Ett&lt;/a&gt;, to share the Epic Fail Kim (not me, another one) story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started a blog, where I'll even probably post pictures of my hair. I like my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://goodhairkimluck.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I will still talk about shoes, but I will also type in black. I will also beg Jen to guest blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1089042767581717039?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1089042767581717039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1089042767581717039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1089042767581717039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1089042767581717039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-we-are-on-hiatus.html' title='I think we are on hiatus.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5802318513136178439</id><published>2009-08-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:16:13.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the time traveler&apos;s wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wuthering heights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward is not the same as Heathcliff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies that are just bad vs awesome bad movies'/><title type='text'>Things I'm NOT OKAY With This Month:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/images/200908041136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/2009/08/emily-brontes-wuthering-heights-has-new-twilight-inspired-cover/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You can read about this fuckery here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean, if you've read this blog ever you know I succumbed to the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; phenomenon to an extent, but, Line. Drawn. No no no way. As I declared all over Facebook the other day, the only thing that calmed me after I was made aware of this ridiculousness was the mental image of Crazy!Fans in 'I Heart Boys Who Sparkle' tee-shirts and golden contacts storming the shelves at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble only to discover that the GREATEST BOOK OF ALL TIME is written in Old English and nothing like what they were expecting. So, basically, reveling in the disappointment of children. But hey. &lt;em&gt;WUTHERING HEIGHTS&lt;/em&gt; IS MY FAVORITE BOOK EVER. Do not attach Bella's name to it. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/trade_news/the-time-travelers-wife-ending-changed.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well I suppose this is a spoiler, and I'm going to rant about it for a minute immediately following this link, so I'd stop reading now if you really wanted to be (unpleasantly!) surprised in the theatre with your gummi bears and tissues while watching 'The Time Traveler's Wife'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, actually. To be succint, as Jen put it: I want to leave the theatre with no reason to live! I don't want to be uplifted! God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;World, what is wrong with you this month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5802318513136178439?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5802318513136178439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5802318513136178439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5802318513136178439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5802318513136178439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-im-not-okay-with-this-month.html' title='Things I&apos;m NOT OKAY With This Month:'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5584099540146167376</id><published>2009-07-09T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:32:16.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions with no answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit Orifices'/><title type='text'>I don't understand sports, men or society -- not to mention the English language -- so help me answer this question:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="qp_main11168" style="border: 1px solid black; margin: 10px; padding: 10px 10px 12px; background-color: rgb(5, 180, 142);"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(0, 103, 92); width: 100%; color: white;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 10px;"&gt;When applied to a man, the word "bitch" means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form id="qp_form11168" action="http://poll.learnmyself.com/results11168x17B644C7" method="post" target="_blank" style="padding: 0px; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div    style="display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; clear: both; width: 100%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;input style="padding: 0px; float: left; width: 25px; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -1px; height: 18px;" name="qp_v11168" value="1" type="radio"&gt;Quitter Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div    style="display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; clear: both; width: 100%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;input style="padding: 0px; float: left; width: 25px; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -1px; height: 18px;" name="qp_v11168" value="2" type="radio"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div    style="display: block; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; clear: both; width: 100%;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;input style="padding: 0px; float: left; width: 25px; margin-left: -25px; margin-top: -1px; height: 18px;" name="qp_v11168" value="3" type="radio"&gt;It's just a word and since it is not applied in the typical fashion (ie: to a woman), it has no meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 10px; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b11168" style="width: 80px; margin-right: 5px;" value="Vote" type="submit"&gt;&lt;input name="qp_b11168" style="width: 80px; 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Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6066976775538948504</id><published>2009-07-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:44:01.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;re all gonna die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Want Candy do do do do do do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cold Cruel World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Luck'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Is REALLY Good, Okay!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SlXzkbMaEFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Pj55_SgyEd0/s1600-h/cosoompa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SlXzkbMaEFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Pj55_SgyEd0/s400/cosoompa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356455138927710290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hear about that dude that died by falling  in a vat of chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;very willy wonka like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no, I saw your Twitter though and wasn't sure  what it was about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="salutation" &gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, was in a cab and i saw that and i wanted to look up more about it today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you know, that would really ruin chocolate for  me -- if I drowned in a giant vat of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how about if you saw someone drown in it?  Like everytime you take a bite you might be eating the guy  you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd still be ok with it as long as I knew I  wasn't eating the death chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmmm inteeresting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well alright, I got really sick off of indian food  and that didn't stop me from loving curry, so I'd imagine if I witnessed a  chocolate drowning I'd be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1198530/Death-chocolate-Factory-worker-meets-sweet-end-falling-vat-cocoa.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1198530/Death-chocolate-Factory-worker-meets-sweet-end-falling-vat-cocoa.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6066976775538948504?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6066976775538948504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6066976775538948504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6066976775538948504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6066976775538948504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/07/chocolate-is-really-good-okay.html' title='Chocolate Is REALLY Good, Okay!?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SlXzkbMaEFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Pj55_SgyEd0/s72-c/cosoompa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5192800917704421812</id><published>2009-07-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:12:03.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We&apos;re all gonna die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMERGENCY'/><title type='text'>On Surviving An Emergency</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkvPjXuxulI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_NXgKjK88Yc/s1600-h/jaws2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkvPjXuxulI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_NXgKjK88Yc/s400/jaws2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600788632549970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; When I worked at that summer camp one summer during college, the head of the camp had like this THING about thunderstorms.  Like, the minute there was a cloud in the sky she'd FREAK out and be like, "THUNDERSTORM! QUICK! EVERYONE INSIDE!"  She was so freaky about it the little kids picked up on it and even the ones who weren't scared of storms became really frightened!  It was bizarre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; i am mildly confused. so, they are telling us not to stand in a baseball field or next to a tree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; oh that was my point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; so ... like if we must be outside, what IS preferred? in the bushes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; Obviously we learned thunderstorm safety at camp and you are NOT SUPPOSED to go under a tree!  If anything, like if you have a choice between a tree and a field, you are supposed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lie face down in the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; NUH UH!  i did not learn that, i just learned to get in the car because of the tires.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; because it drastically reduces your chances of being hit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; and also, if you do get struck it hits you in the back, protecting your vital organs AND since your body is spread out it kind of spreads out the impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; lol, if you have the choice between tree or baseball field...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;yeah, I learned that from Sandy, head camp mistress extraordinaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; that is all excellent advice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; no, she was insane.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; i would have a real problem with lying face down in a baseball field whilst lighting flashed all around me though, not gonna lie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; lol exactly, I'd take my chances and run!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;that's kind of like how they are like, if you fall onto the subway tracks, do not move.  Just calmly wait away from the electric rail as the train passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mm if I fell in the track I would climb out immediately if the train wasn't coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; i know!  And if the train was coming, i would immediately die.  Of terror.  So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; well then you'd die anyway of train so it wouldn't matter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; well i suppose you could hang out in the little gravel pit alongside it and hope for no sparks or shrapnel or off-tracking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I would lie down in the middle I think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; because it would probably go over you; that's how people have lived before!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; IT WOULD NOT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think i would fare best in emergency situations on boats or airplanes, because on the plane when they are like, 'please secure your own oxygen mask before helping any elders or infants' i am like, duh.  And on a boat, well, i don't know... i am a fast swimmer but whine in cold water so i might be screwed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if i were in a car and it fell in water, omg.  i mean, i know you are supposed to calmly stay put and let the car fill up with water so that you may easily open the door once equilibrium is attained.  But LIKE HELL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me I need to start keeping a baseball bat on me at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; you could also kick out the windshield pretty easily pre-sinkage, Oprah said so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; maybe you could? of course, i would be trapped by my seat belt with two broken ankles or whatever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; good thing you don't need ankles to swim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; this does not mean i condone not wearing seat belts.  Also how much would it suck if you fell in the water, and then waited for the car to fill, all while sinking, and then got out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and a shark ate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;That would also happen to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; ok well, we don't live near sharks, so it's fine.  I would worry more about letting the car fill and then not being able to get out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; i live near so many sharks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; there are no sharks in MA!  Are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; of course!  i mean, they PREFER a warmer climate, but they are here...  Did you not see JAWS?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; My point was Jaws too actually; I was going to go, "Jaws was fake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; there was a great white swimming around in shallow water for weeks on the cape within the past few summers, and the lifeguards do drills.  Rarely, but they do them.  Those were like, petrifying as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5192800917704421812?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5192800917704421812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5192800917704421812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5192800917704421812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5192800917704421812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-surviving-emergency.html' title='On Surviving An Emergency'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkvPjXuxulI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_NXgKjK88Yc/s72-c/jaws2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5889753494933426415</id><published>2009-06-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:48:23.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one time in college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my hair is sometimes a spectacle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibly poor decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty things'/><title type='text'>On missing pink. And pretty dresses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once upon a time in the fall of 2005, I decided I wanted to dye my hair brunette. Jen was fully on board with this idea and offered to help. To no fault of her (although it is arguable that both of us could have been a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; more hasty when considering the possible outcomes of applying very dark brown Duane Reade hair dye to blonde hair), 30 minutes or so later, the water in our shower was running purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thus began my Goth Period, if only in hair. Once in a Starbucks the barista asked if my &lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt; were fake, so drastic was black hair to my overall appearance. I was pretty much a vampire, before they all had gold eyes instead of just really light eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, 12 months and numerous visits to a stylist later and I finally had normal colored hair again without massive damage, and now am an adamant salon-goer. And I have achieved several different shades of brunette hair over the past few years, and liked it. However, it doesn't hold well and upkeep is expensive and I am saving all my money to quit life and travel the world, and so finally a few weeks ago I decided to go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have sort of been regretting it ever since, because, despite the fact that blonde is in no way a first-time thing for me, I suddenly find myself convinced that I can wear no colors other than shades of blue, and can confirm in no uncertain terms that my hot pink headband with the palm trees on it seriously loses impact against blonde hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So every pretty dress I have encountered over the past week, of course, has been pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Up first, Marion Cotillard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 669px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/88569283-thumb-420x669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is just So. Cute. Come on. It is. And it's a spinner, and I want it, and I would probably wear it three times a week including to work and Trader Joes. And I would spin. Alas, convinced it would wash me out right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then we have Blake Lively:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 630px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/88503003-thumb-420x630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Before someone inevitably and immediately jumps up to inform me that Blake is blonde and I am dumb/shallow/a huge bitch/recession unsympathetic/etc., I know that (she is blonde, not the other stuff). But pretty much if you googled the opposite of what I look like, all thousand feet tall of Blake Lively would probably pop up (except we both have kind of ... abundant ... hair), and so she can do magical mystical pink things I cannot. Also I don't have a spray tan. Anyway. Look how great this is! It is the pinkest thing I have ever seen! And I really like her shoes, and I would also wear this everywhere and glow in the dark and love every second of it. If it would not look absolutely ridiculous on me. Which it would. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Btw, pink is not my favorite color. It probably really comes across that way, but I swear I type in pink and Jen in blue because in college when my mother would send us Easter baskets she always themed mine pink and Jen's blue and we found that sort of hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5889753494933426415?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5889753494933426415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5889753494933426415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5889753494933426415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5889753494933426415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-missing-pink-and-pretty-dresses.html' title='On missing pink. And pretty dresses.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1413887229822380129</id><published>2009-06-29T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:42:50.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the zombies are here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hating on hipsters'/><title type='text'>Why Can't People Just Be Normal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkjgPGvtj_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OvaV61gTRgU/s1600-h/Hipster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkjgPGvtj_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OvaV61gTRgU/s400/Hipster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352774707243225074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; what is Dickchicken (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dickchicken/108960304776?ref=pymk#/pages/Dickchicken/108960304776"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dickchicken/108960304776?ref=pymk#/pages/Dickchicken/108960304776&lt;/a&gt;)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;omg, I hate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"it's a litmus test"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a litmus test for being a tool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; they graffiti all over Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you always see it and it's irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cause they obviously think they are being clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; but Chris, if you were cool and clever you would like it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;genitals + farm animals = hip and edgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; yah according to them , it's all about having a sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; If I could roll my eyes harder I would cause permanent damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1413887229822380129?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1413887229822380129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1413887229822380129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1413887229822380129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1413887229822380129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-cant-people-just-be-normal.html' title='Why Can&apos;t People Just Be Normal?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkjgPGvtj_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/OvaV61gTRgU/s72-c/Hipster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3579113908717616958</id><published>2009-06-26T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:14:25.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The End Of The World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>On The Great Outdoors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkU25qjr2aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1TH6t8nS_Do/s1600-h/deliverance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351744096504109474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkU25qjr2aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1TH6t8nS_Do/s400/deliverance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I think I am going to buy one of those traveling backpacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; nuh-uh! really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, like a big one… not ginormous, but I think they are often easier to handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also read that airports and train stations in Europe tend to have a lot of stairs and not escalators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm. Ok, find us backpacks and I will buy one too. We will be so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I know! Ha, plus if we're walking to our hotel it will be easier with a backpack than a suitcase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; yeah that is true. This will be my first experience traveling in Europe where I’m not coming from London so I could just pack in a like duffel bag, or on family vacation so there was a car. So where do we buy backpacks from? These will be so clutch for GREECE, OMG. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah and wherever else we go ever -- I want to go to Italy too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sonomaoutfitters.com/istar.asp?a=6&amp;amp;id=31625%21025"&gt;http://www.sonomaoutfitters.com/istar.asp?a=6&amp;amp;id=31625%21025&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; Eeeeee! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going to look SO. FUNNY. with a backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; And the bonbon dress! (&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Feature_Assortment/NewArrivals/dresses/PRDOVR~15324/15324.jsp"&gt;http://www.jcrew.com/AST/Browse/WomenBrowse/Women_Feature_Assortment/NewArrivals/dresses/PRDOVR~15324/15324.jsp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; I am glad you immediately imagined that too, because I went right there with the visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So how does this backpack work? Can I get a red one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;where is a red one? I have no idea how to shop for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I will probably go to EMS or something… do we have those in NY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;you either have to tell me, or I will go to EMS and somehow buy whatever they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah I don't know if we do. I know there is a campy outdoors store near Union Square though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know, some NY people like to say they are outdoorsy I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; I am outdoorsy. Meaning I like outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not bugs. or camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here’s the thing: camping is SO DUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, like the things about camping I like are the water sports and nature walks and neither of those require sleeping on the dirt or bug spray, so why throw that into the mix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Also like the only coffee option is INSTANT!!! It is so not fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I like camping but only if there are showers, and a tent with a floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I used to go camping with my friends, in the morning I would get up and drive like 20 minutes to get coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;haha excellent! Mine were all like, you have not eaten eggs until they were cooked over campfire! And I was like, lukewarm and there's a bug in it, can we go to Starbucks?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Like I swear I am not high maintenance but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I also don't really like getting dirty that much, which is why the shower is necessary… I have been to ones that don't have it and I had to go in a river after running. Oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;yeah, this is why I hold that 'outdoorsy' is so arbitrary; there is good and bad of it. It's the people who must convince the world they are outdoorsy by not showering and sleeping on the ground that give those of us who like to shower a bad name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I also hate camping clothing because it means I wear my running clothes all the time… like, you can't wear anything good because it's not outdoorsy, so suddenly I'm wearing a sports bra 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; I know! And the 'cool' outdoorsy clothes are so not… like hiking boots and ugly colored fleeces and dirty pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I know… I feel like a lot of people would make fun of us about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; well it's true though! Like, I’m sure the track team was not quite the same, but similar to the sailing and there were those athletes at school who were so like, here is my backpack and my hiking keychain and my steel water bottle and my Lauren Conrad braid before she did them and my no makeup and I was like, I aspire never to be that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah no, most of them we hiking outdoorsy people and they were all HIKING ROCK CLIMBING YEAH and I was like, aren't you tired from running, don't you want to watch a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; like the second we'd get out of a boat they'd be like, let's go climb a mountain or ski!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or shop, but for $800 fleece camping sleep pants or something absurd…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A thousand dollar watch that tells you what continent you're on. IN CASE YOU GET THAT LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I can tell you what continent I'm on without a watch. And god help me if I ever get that lost and think a watch will save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;Exactly! I am like, okay if I were lost in the woods in an unknown continent I am pretty much fucked. And will rely on common sense and adorability -- adorability helps in being rescued. I mean, know your strengths and weaknesses, people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah I feel like at that point knowing that you stumbled into Africa won't really make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; I am not the type of person whose camping gear and skill would save her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I’d just try to be nice and hope a bear didn’t eat me, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3579113908717616958?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3579113908717616958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3579113908717616958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3579113908717616958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3579113908717616958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-great-outdoors.html' title='On The Great Outdoors...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SkU25qjr2aI/AAAAAAAAAdo/1TH6t8nS_Do/s72-c/deliverance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6579561151852534290</id><published>2009-06-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:11:22.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity deaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the zombies are here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Pyscho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morbid'/><title type='text'>On priorities. Or, the cynical react.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; So. Are you sad about Michael Jackson? Because seems like everyone in the world is distraught but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm like, soooo he was a creepy dude who did shady things but made good music back in the day and now he's dead. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, yeah, no. I mean, it is kind of like, WHOA! really?! nuts. But, i mean, I didn't know him and he didn't make music anymore, soooo i really felt no personal anything to the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. I feel nothing, I wonder if I have mental problems. But honestly I get more upset when book characters die than celebrities because I feel like I have more invested in book characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I agree. I mean, I actually think it's kind of awful that people get so devasted by the death of celebrities. Like it's sad that people die in general, but also, um, people die. In general. Many from far worse causes, in far worse ways, with much sadder stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah you're right. people who mourn CELEBRITIES are the ones with problems&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mourn the people being beaten to death in Iran for protesting insead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! for real though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; At first I felt really callous because I didn't care at all about MJ and everyone else did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; That's the thing. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; is happening and no one cares. But stop the presses, a famous person died! Of natural causes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; I do, I am rooting for the ladies, they need to stop the madness over there. He died of a drug overdose, I think. But still, that's normal. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Well that's the thing. If Lindsay Lohan smashed into a tree tomorrow, Hollywood would piss on itself and like, darken the sign in the hills or whatever. It's all very backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; And they'd be like, "She really WAS the next Marilyn Monroe!" When before everyone was like, "haha addict wannabe Marilyn!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Exactly. I was listening to the radio this am and they were talking about MJ and two of the talkers were like, it is SO SAD and one was like, you know what though, what a creep he was. And the other two were like ZOMG!!11!!!! I JUST WANT TO REMEMBER HIM IN THRILLER DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE BABY DANGLING THING!!! And the other one was like, 'see this is what is wrong with people.' And i was like, oh I'd be his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; I mean, when you're dead isn't it a better time to talk shit because you can't hear it?&lt;br /&gt;When I die I want people to say I ate puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha! Ok, if you go first i promise I'll manifest that to no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, what do you want me to say about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley:&lt;/strong&gt; Probably that I kept an ice pick in my Chanel scarf and would stealthily stab ugly people on the subway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I like it. I will be like 96 and have a flask of martini and stand up and say it at your funeral. I will also sprinkle cocaine on your casket as they lower it into the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6579561151852534290?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6579561151852534290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6579561151852534290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6579561151852534290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6579561151852534290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-priorities-or-cynical-react.html' title='On priorities. Or, the cynical react.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4804978555357386731</id><published>2009-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:20:18.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastian Stan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter Baizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Jen Madrid Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kris Allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><title type='text'>We Aren't Dead. Also, Kim Jen Madrid Barcelona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi, hi, world, hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen and I forgot to blog for a really long time, but I hereby swear that I am starting again (I know all three of you readers have been devasted heretofore ... I ... just wanted to use that word, I don't even know if I did so properly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, for my first post as a self re-instated blogger, I really have nothing to say, actually. I'm having difficulties completing a single thought at work. Though, here's a little gem that came from today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "So. (Redacted client whose case was just transferred to me) is going to be nice and cooperative and we will have this closed by Tuesday, yes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boss: "No. I can promise you right here, right now, that no, that is not how it will be. He is going to be stupid and annoying and push your deadlines to deadlines that didn't even used to exist. On the 1-10 Scale of Stupid and Annoying, he is a 9, and I would give him an 11, but that is Stupid and Annoying, and somehow 10 seems less bad than 9. So he's a 9. Also he'll stare at you to an uncomfortable degree."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In other news, our favorite Adam Lambert is still our favorite and he's in the &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; finale along with Kris Allen, who is just a lovely little lemon meringue pie tartlet of a person and we adore him too, so, this is great on all accounts! I am sad to report the degree to which this ridiculous karaoke competition has infiltrated my life, but, alas. Glitterpainting my Adam Lambert t-shirt this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; sparkly tv news, it appears no one listened to me and watched &lt;em&gt;Kings&lt;/em&gt;, which is all of your loss and I hate you and blame you for its apparent cancellation. On the upside, I saw Carter Baizen in the preview for the &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt; finale, immediately deduced that with &lt;em&gt;Kings&lt;/em&gt; dead this frees him up to be a regular in Season 3, and I proceeded to throw myself on the floor and flail around giggling with glee at the prospect. Sebastian Stan really just needs to grace all my television shows, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in other, other news not relating to tv whatsoever, we are going to Spain! Je parle francais but my Spanish is sadly (yet spectacularly, somehow) limited to cauderno (that means notebook), but Jen is already practicing hers and I'm getting a book. It. Is. Going. To. Be. Epic. Allegedly we might skate by without sticking out too much because we shop at Zara, but my blonde hair is questionable. We don't care anyway. Ole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Clearly I'm the same as I ever was, which is apparently shallow, as that nice anonymous* commenter deduced from my innocent post on sneakers. This is good news for you all, as it means that after taking the high road for like ten seconds, obviously my next post is going to be tearing anonymous* commenters who say absurd things to shreds. And I'll still be posting about shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPAIN SPAIN SPAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;* I know who you are, asshat. Stop posting anonymously on my fluffy little blog. You are way too old to act like an outcast 16-year-old. Like, way, way, way, wrinkly-and-with-the-confirmation-of-your-cat-lady-fate-breathing-down-your-neck too old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4804978555357386731?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4804978555357386731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4804978555357386731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4804978555357386731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4804978555357386731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-arent-dead-also-kim-jen-madrid.html' title='We Aren&apos;t Dead. Also, Kim Jen Madrid Barcelona!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2309995269832112440</id><published>2009-03-23T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:18:04.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl scout cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><title type='text'>I Have Met My Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/Scf7C6HkdzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZCaX-9pDPsE/s1600-h/disgruntled-girlscout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/Scf7C6HkdzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZCaX-9pDPsE/s400/disgruntled-girlscout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316493912513476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A client brought us Girl Scout cookies today.  Normally, when it comes to sweets and desserts, I can eat one or two and be happy that I ate it because dessert is delicious and nutritious and scientifically proven to make you awesome.*   However, Girl Scout cookies are just cracktastic!  I can't just eat one.  Or three.  Oh dear god, that little box is calling me.  I have Thin Mints AND SAMOAS which, if there is a god, he created those bitches on the eighth day because they are PERFECTION and also have 30% of your recommended dose of saturated fat for the day, so.  Yeah.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*None of that is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2309995269832112440?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2309995269832112440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2309995269832112440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2309995269832112440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2309995269832112440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-met-my-match.html' title='I Have Met My Match'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/Scf7C6HkdzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZCaX-9pDPsE/s72-c/disgruntled-girlscout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5072897154454947754</id><published>2009-03-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:28:29.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America ... Fuck Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>OMFG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;President Obama is Gossip Girl fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/03/president_obama_is_aware_of_go.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or he could just be AWARE of it, I know, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5072897154454947754?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5072897154454947754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5072897154454947754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5072897154454947754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5072897154454947754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/omfg.html' title='OMFG.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-439039067658683737</id><published>2009-03-18T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:42:59.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexis Grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Adams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff Buckley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anoop Desai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patsy Cline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Cash'/><title type='text'>I Remain Firmly Aboard The Adam Train, Thx.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I did not watch &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; last night, because it was St. Patrick's Day and I was busy and also I think I'm kind of over watching it in general, because, as I discussed with Jen, the only thing you can even watch on it is Adam because it's really just people standing around singing cover songs and that's only fun when it's people you know &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; they are crazy fucking awesome scary insane like Adam Lambert. So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, though, I wasn't sad because I heard it was Grand Old Opry week anyway, and I sort of hate to be one of those people who's all, "I hate country music!" because I think the people who feel the need to profess that usually have kind of crap taste in music, but I sort of do hate most country music that's not like Patsy Cline or Ryan Adams (who's borderline even at his most country anyway), so, yeah, I like really just did not care to hear Danny Gokey sing &lt;em&gt;The Dance&lt;/em&gt; or whatever the fuck stupid song he picked, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So then I got to work this morning and my co-worker Amy and I were listening to some popular radio station that plays stuff I recognize but couldn't name and also sometimes has this spectacular 80's hour where they play allllll my karaoke signatures, and then all of a sudden this insane version of &lt;em&gt;Ring of Fire&lt;/em&gt; came on. Like it sounded like Jeff Buckley and Thom Yorke had a baby in India and it started crying and &lt;em&gt;burning&lt;/em&gt; and wailing and fucking being awesome and terrifying all over everyone's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And Amy and I were simultaneously like, "HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE! ALSO I'M SO CONFUSED AND SCARED! BUT PSYCHED ABOUT IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, so obviously it was Adam Lambert's performance from last night, and so the radio dudes immediately are like AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! THIS IS TEH WORST THING EVAR! And Amy and I are like, oh, back up the bus. Here it comes: "How dare you, 1) Touch a Johnny Cash song! and 2) Sing it different than he did!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So obviously that's exactly what they screamed about for a while, as Amy's like, "but it was so awesome though!" and I'm all, "But I think Johnny Cash would have died in a good way if he saw that, like Johnny Cash was a crazy motherfucker with a sick sense of humor and he totally would have loved Adam Lambert going all sparkly gay vampire psycho goth theatre boi on &lt;em&gt;Ring of Fire&lt;/em&gt;, I&lt;em&gt; swear&lt;/em&gt;! And if it's good enough for him, why can't the rest of the world get over the stupid &lt;em&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/em&gt; movie already, christ!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We proceeded to immediately youtube it and then totally died. Okay, cause first of all, it was so great when Ryan was all, "So, Adam, are you going to turn in a restrained, country style performance tonight?" and Adam was totally just like, dude, no, what, and also, heehee. And then Randy Travis was so scared of him! OMG. So funny. And sad and pathetic. But mostly funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then! AND THEN! Like, okay. I will admit, I was ... uncomfortable? It was just so weird to watch, like, dude has a &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt; voice, clearly, so on the radio it was just like, omg eerie and amazing and somehow beautiful and scary at once! But on screen it was like you had to look away but you couldn't look away and then he was doing the vampire eye thing and really, really thinking about taking his clothes off and the &lt;em&gt;burns burns burns&lt;/em&gt;, like, I couldn't handle it and I sort of totally got what Simon said about people throwing their televisions out the window because I kind of wanted to do so with my computer, but not because I thought the performance was blasphemous and terrible like Simon was saying we should think, but because I couldn't stand watching it. &lt;em&gt;In a good way&lt;/em&gt;. And a scared, confused way. Like when I go to an Adam Lambert concert, for which I will totally buy advance tickets, someone will probably need to hold my hand because of sensory overload and panic and I will love every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also, he should absolutely win this show if this stage in the competition is an indication, because we then went on to watch other selected performances and of other people I like (Alexis) I have to say: That was it? You sang &lt;em&gt;Jolene&lt;/em&gt;, and you have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; voice, and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is all you turned in? I mean, I hope for her sake most of her fans don't know and love the song, because that song is incredible and she was like a bored karaoke singer at best. And I'm not trying to contradict myself here and say she should have sang it like Dolly Parton, I mean, if she wanted to sing it Adam Lambert sparkle-scary style with some sitars or whatever the Alexis Grace equivalent to that would be and rocked the hell out of it, I could have got behind that. What I am saying is that that song is way, way too powerful and emotional for what she did. I have heard far superior performances of that song by people with far less vocal talent than Alexis, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And as far as Kris, who the judges collectively creamed themselves over ... I liked it fine. I would listen to that on the radio, if Kris were singing it. Or Jason Mraz. Whoever. You know. Someone whose album I would not buy and who I would never pay a Live Nation fee to see in concert no matter how cute he is or how nice and relaxing and lovely his voice is to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND, as far as Matt (who the judges REALLY creamed themselves over) goes: See exhibit: Kris. Except Matt was way better than hime this time, and I think he (Matt) actually &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a little underrated so I am glad he is getting attention now, but I would really like to see him bust something open cause I think he can do it and I just don't get why he hasn't yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, and Anoop finally sang pretty! But, that was kind of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, moral of the post, if I had voted, it still would have been for Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-439039067658683737?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/439039067658683737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=439039067658683737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/439039067658683737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/439039067658683737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-remain-firmly-aboard-adam-train-thx.html' title='I Remain Firmly Aboard The Adam Train, Thx.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5614607166500667645</id><published>2009-03-17T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:57:12.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lacoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polling the readership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession what recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneakers'/><title type='text'>Help Me Pick Out Sneakers, Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last night after &lt;em&gt;GG&lt;/em&gt; I somehow watched five minutes of &lt;em&gt;True Life: I'm a Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt;, or something like that, and I'm not sure if I should have been nervous or comforted by seeing it, but in any case, I'm nothing like that crazy bitch from Queens and yes, I'm shopping for shoes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I have limits, and also I don't like to buy the same thing in different colors, so even though I'm in love with all of these, I can clearly only have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vote!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thoughts so far include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; navy dots is the safest as far as getting dirty goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, i was thinking that.&lt;br /&gt;though yellow is the cutest as far as being the cutest ever goes.&lt;br /&gt;and blue is the awesomest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i am going to put them on our blog and see if anyone will vote. prob not, because i think they only comment when they hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; they'll tell you that there is a recession going on and you are a vapid bitch for daring to want shoes.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE LOSING THEIR HOUSES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; lol. also that i should not think twilight is a guilty pleasure because it's real literature, and i only like guys with fuckety faces and also prom dresses.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the haters might be on to something, but they are looking at it ALL WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, i need shoes to walk in, god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/737/7377824/8521-565753-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/7769-545443-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/9994-545441-d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5614607166500667645?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5614607166500667645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5614607166500667645' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5614607166500667645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5614607166500667645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/help-me-pick-out-sneakers-please.html' title='Help Me Pick Out Sneakers, Please.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-159306081788809241</id><published>2009-03-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:08:22.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why am i hungover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barfy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team Vodka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><title type='text'>In Which I Cannot Do Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today I feel horrifically hungover despite the fact that I did not drink last night. I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; drink Saturday night, but it wasn't that much and it was my go-to for non-hangover drunkenness, (and favorite) vodka. But anyway, I can see no other explanation for feeling like this aside from Jen's suggestion of cancer, so I'm thinking I am experiencing a delayed hangover. And it's bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bad enough that my eyes are unfocused enough and I am confused enough that I just walked into my office carrying a salad and an empty iced coffee cup, and proceeded to set the empty cup on my desk and throw my salad in the recycling bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'm HUNGRY, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-159306081788809241?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/159306081788809241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=159306081788809241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/159306081788809241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/159306081788809241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-which-i-cannot-do-monday.html' title='In Which I Cannot Do Monday.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-445414714876928857</id><published>2009-03-15T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:59:30.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sebastian Stan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carter Baizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do i really watch this much tv like really'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leighton Meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><title type='text'>My apartment can SOMETIMES find the Internet now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi, hi, I'm checking in while I briefly have Internet to pimp out a TV show I have never seen but that is my new favorite because Carter Baizen is in it and I love him and also (to a lesser degree, because I am that sad and shallow and so it's mostly about Carter) I think it will be Important Television! With Important Themes and Messages Relevant To Society Today! Or at least layered or whatever, like they tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, everyone watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.nbc.com/Kings/photos/gallery#item=58508"&gt;Kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Who doesn't want Sunday night TV? People who know about TV tell me this is actually a bad time slot and thus the show will immediately be canceled. Also, that the show is going to be too smart for people to want to watch. But, um, no. It's going to be awesome. Sunday night TV about an alternate universe King David? Who doesn't love David's story? It's the best, most gay story in the Bible ever! Let's go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also, Carter Baizen, hi. I don't know (or care) what his name is on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yet. In real life it's Sebastian, though, which is probably even marginally cooler than Carter Baizen. And he dates Leighton! And I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's better than the time I read all four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; books because of a sort of crush on Robert Pattinson at least, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/86562_sebastian-stan-as-jack-benjam.jpg?t=1237143305"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/86562_sebastian-stan-as-jack-benjam.jpg?t=1237143305" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-445414714876928857?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/445414714876928857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=445414714876928857' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/445414714876928857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/445414714876928857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-apartment-can-sometimes-find.html' title='My apartment can SOMETIMES find the Internet now...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5636811094048808793</id><published>2009-03-13T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:12:04.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ricky Gervais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ricky And Elmo Are Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Extras NOW, because it is possibly the funniest show ever.  Or just watch his I have little tolerance for Elmo usually, as people who like him are generally people I don't enjoy, such as small children and adults who think it is cute to like children's things -- ugh.  Ugh!  Does anyone remember in high school, how some girls would like, "Loovvveeee Pooh (or Tigger or Piglet.  Actually, I believe the girls who loved Piglet were the worst of them) and like totally talked in baby voices and wore Pooh sweatshirts and said things like "Liberry"?  Yeah.  Anyway, I forget where I was going with that but this is a video of Ricky Gervais (everyone go and Netflix The Extras because it could be the funniest show EVER or just watch his stand up and pee your pants laughing, whatever.) and Elmo is fantastic.  While Elmo still sounds obnoxious, the person with the hand up his butt clearly has a sense of humor, and suddenly Elmo becomes kind of like one of those freaky children who speaks and has mannerisms like an adult.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr9_5uZn6ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kr9_5uZn6ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, realization of MY LIFE: I finally realized who my grandmother sounds exactly like.  And it is Elmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*Digression: Do you know what kind of children I am talking about?  They are children, that have been so brainwashed by adults that they parrot back everything they have been told, but do it in the same manner as the adult who told them about it.  For instance, the other day my BF and I watched Jesus Camp, which is a documentary about a Pentecostal Evangelical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;summer camp and mannnnn it borders on child abuse but that is not the point.  The point is the kids talk about religion and clearly their parents have been feeding them the lines for so long, they start to resemble miniature 40 year olds in their ways of speaking and mannerisms.  Freaky.  But this is really another post.  Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5636811094048808793?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5636811094048808793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5636811094048808793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5636811094048808793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5636811094048808793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/ricky-and-elmo-are-hilarious.html' title='Ricky And Elmo Are Hilarious!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5633960730467377768</id><published>2009-03-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:38:08.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney port'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitled 20-and-30-somethings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA loves to bring the tacky'/><title type='text'>Whitney Offends Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I will give you all a moment to reflect upon the image below, and remember before you stare too hard: things that are seen cannot be un-seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You've been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbgQSX21MoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YuOwqJvuIBE/s1600-h/90309NC2_PORT_W_B_GR_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbgQSX21MoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YuOwqJvuIBE/s400/90309NC2_PORT_W_B_GR_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312013668311184002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So, like, what the fuck Whitney?  You move to NY and live "downtown" (which is really uptown) and really, really need to prove that you are not that bland blond CA girl?  And you've decided to do this in the most ridiculously ugly way possible by draping yourself in the leftover wardrobe from Flash Dance while wearing (sooooo summer 2007, btw, if you care) neon nerd glasses?*  Gah, you make me so mad.  So mad.  And your stupid MATCHING pink nylon bag, WHY?!?!  Please just get over yourself and go back to wearing Tory Burch flats and peasant tops and stop designing because it suuuuuccckkksss (really, you don't hold a candle to Bilson or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; LC) and move back to LA, because that look is really just LA trying to be NY and it's kind of sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*Digression: What is the point of the stupid nerd glasses?  They have been uglying up the faces of Brooklyn's masses for two years now, and I do not see the point, and I absolutely hate them and still would even if someone told me the point.  They are not cute; they make you look ugly.  And I know some girls are so beautiful, uglying up themselves is kind of cool because they still look stunning, but that does not take away from the fact that you have 1970's style child molester glasses on your face!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5633960730467377768?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5633960730467377768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5633960730467377768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5633960730467377768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5633960730467377768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/whitney-offends-me.html' title='Whitney Offends Me'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbgQSX21MoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YuOwqJvuIBE/s72-c/90309NC2_PORT_W_B_GR_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3186687337473345064</id><published>2009-03-11T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:59:26.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke is so fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><title type='text'>We are on Team Adam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As Jen pointed out to me, I am slacking on the blog. Big time. My excuses include: my laptop can't find the internet in my new roommate-less (!) apartment, and I suddenly work 80 hours a week. Eep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I'll try to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So to break the slacking, but because I only have about 40 seconds of down time right now, here are Kim and Jen's thoughts, discussed via text, on last night's American Idol. A show that we now both watch. Sigh. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "Um, I somehow forgot about Adam? And I love him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: "Yes, for the win! He's a bit sexy when he leers over the mic. Sigh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "Aw, it's killing me! He's so happy! Awwwww!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: "I'm text voting for him. Also, Paula is insane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: "A(lexis) is so good too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "5711 VOTE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "Yes, I like her too. I can't predict the top 4. Alexis, Adam, Alison, Matt, Danny, Lil? Some combo of them. Also, who is Kris, what? Pretty pretty princess. Want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: "I know! Where did he come from? Also want. Lucky wife, boo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But really you should have ... heard ... us (texting) last week when Anoop made lucky #13. Eeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although I might be kind of over him. Okay, not really. Bffl, Anoop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People I AM over: Danny. Sorry. His voice is nice but I'm bored with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. Jorge. Less sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People I was never on board with: Megan. I do not get? Other than being pretty, what? She ... can't carry a tune, even, it appears to me. And she said 'CAW CAW!' Also, Michael. Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't believe I watch this, it's so dumb, really. Hence, total Team Adam. At least he's interesting and awesome, except he loses points for fleeing NYC for LA, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3186687337473345064?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3186687337473345064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3186687337473345064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3186687337473345064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3186687337473345064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-on-team-adam.html' title='We are on Team Adam.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8931152622389007764</id><published>2009-03-10T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:44:28.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace and Ed are not gay they&apos;re just roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Westwick'/><title type='text'>Chuck To Friend: Are We Going Boating After The Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbbQXqcAgcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/49EsXsuwwIM/s1600-h/Chuckeeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbbQXqcAgcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/49EsXsuwwIM/s400/Chuckeeee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311661915477410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Apparently Chuck is also laughing at his friend who chose to go sockless, in dress shoes, to the Knick's game, in New York, IN MARCH.  Going sockless is a don't (and while appropriate in BOAT SHOES and boat shoes ONLY, I do not encourage wearing such a thing ever).  So, total fail, sockless mystery dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8931152622389007764?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8931152622389007764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8931152622389007764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8931152622389007764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8931152622389007764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/chuck-to-friend-are-we-going-boating.html' title='Chuck To Friend: Are We Going Boating After The Game?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SbbQXqcAgcI/AAAAAAAAAdI/49EsXsuwwIM/s72-c/Chuckeeee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-7325053890530832904</id><published>2009-03-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:06:02.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America ... Fuck Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Ummm, Mr. Obama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You are awesome.  All of this legislation for positive things is starting to blow my mind.  Case in point: lifting the ban on stem cell research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It's better than sex!  And nachos!  And having sex and then eating nachos in bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;From CNN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"As President Obama reversed the Bush administration's limits on embryonic stem-cell research, he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;scientific decisions must be "based on facts, not ideology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;President Obama lifted a ban that limited federally funded embryonic stem cell research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;President Obama lifted a ban that limited federally funded embryonic stem cell research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The president on Monday signaled a clear shift in tone from the Bush administration on a broad range of scientific issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Obama overturned an order signed by President Bush in 2001 that barred the National Institutes of Health from funding research on embryonic stem cells beyond using 60 cell lines that existed at that time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Emphasis mine.  OMG OMG OMG (not literally, obv, just as a figure of speech, because REALLY guys, I don't have a god and I'm cool with not having yours either.  Anyway.), wait what?  You mean the government should not be run and legislation should not be controlled by the vocal and annoying self-righteous minority?  Especially when that obnoxious subset of the population wants to hinder scientific progress that would help people all over the world?  Well, consider my socks knocked off.  I never thought this day would come.  Thanks President Obama, I am glad I voted for you. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-7325053890530832904?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/7325053890530832904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=7325053890530832904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7325053890530832904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7325053890530832904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/ummm-mr-obama.html' title='Ummm, Mr. Obama?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8338908400598269695</id><published>2009-03-06T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:08:23.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America ... Fuck Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Save the pills save the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Oh Hai, Look What Obama Is Up To Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by Jen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh all that is smart and awesome, check out out this press release from Planned Parenthood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"President Obama began the process of overturning the Bush administration rule that limits the rights of patients to receive complete and accurate reproductive health information and services.You might already know the background of this situation, but here it is in case you don't. Just before leaving office, the Bush administration put in place a rule that limits the rights of patients to receive complete and accurate reproductive health information and services. The rule allows health care personnel and institutions everywhere to simply withhold information about health care services, including things like birth control and HIV testing and treatment. It also allows health care workers to deny any basic health care service based on their personal biases. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, that was quick.   I really have to say, I am impressed with President Obama's can do/will do attitude.  I don't think I've ever seen a politician accomplish more so quickly.  It really makes me happy (and incredibly relieved, after 8 years of horror.  I think I have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome or something, as the next round of elections already strikes fear into my liberal heart.) to have a smart, educated competent leader for once.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ALSO, there is more you can do to help!  There is 30 days before the rule is rescinded for the public to voice their opinion.  Let yourself be heard via this great form provided by PP: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/hhsorcp_ppol/ws3xxx3r1kketwd?source=hhsorcp_e1_ppol"&gt;http://www.ppaction.org/campaign/hhsorcp_ppol/ws3xxx3r1kketwd?source=hhsorcp_e1_ppol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, let's work on gay marriage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8338908400598269695?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8338908400598269695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8338908400598269695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8338908400598269695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8338908400598269695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hai-look-what-obama-is-up-to-now.html' title='Oh Hai, Look What Obama Is Up To Now!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8435161958540903499</id><published>2009-03-04T11:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:25:11.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions with no answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Displeased Camels'/><title type='text'>But WHY Are The Camels IN A Car?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, this is probably the funniest thing I have seen in a while as I literally LOLed instead of just typing it (actually it was more of a shriek followed by hysterical laughter).  But the video leads to many questions, such as WHO decided to put two camels in a car?  Why did they put the camels IN the car?  Where were they going (as I can imagine that camels typically do not need rides to many places, being creatures that can travel long distances through the desert while relying on the stored whatever-the-fuck it is they keep in their humps.)?  And why are the camels so obviously displeased?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, my co-worker makes noises similar to this when he loses at video games, FYI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRuTRfHOQYM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRuTRfHOQYM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8435161958540903499?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8435161958540903499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8435161958540903499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8435161958540903499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8435161958540903499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/but-why-are-camels-in-car.html' title='But WHY Are The Camels IN A Car?!?!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6497039228973642351</id><published>2009-03-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:25:08.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no roommates no roommates yay yay yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let the 20s prevail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Grown Up'/><title type='text'>I Didn't  Totally Watch American Idol Tonight Because The New 90210 Repeat Was New To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I didn't see this blind guy Jen is talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;However I did see the Puerto Rican guy who can't think in English when he gets emotional, and I am officially over my Adam Lambert crush of last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Team Jorge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Btw, tomorrow I am moving into my new apartment ... AND IT DOESN'T INCLUDE ROOMMATES AND I AM SO EXCITED OMG.* This is probably the first time I've ever been okay, much less excited, with the whole staring down the barrel of my late 20s thing or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE'S LEAVING MY PANS IN THE SINK TO RUST OR THEIR HAIR IN THE SHOWER, BITCHES! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Obviously Jen is the greatest roommate to ever walk the earth and none of this gushing about not having roommates (omg!) means that I don't miss college/NYC the Early Years/Jen. And Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6497039228973642351?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6497039228973642351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6497039228973642351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6497039228973642351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6497039228973642351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-totally-watch-american-idol.html' title='I Didn&apos;t  Totally Watch American Idol Tonight Because The New 90210 Repeat Was New To Me.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8735196969725436758</id><published>2009-03-03T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:30:19.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wonder if there are statistics indicating a likelihood of suicide committers picking Tuesday as the day to end it all'/><title type='text'>Oh.  Of Course.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;There is a blind guy on American Idol right now.  And he can sing, and the judges love him (though, can you be mean to a blind person?  I don't know.  Once I helped a blind lady on the bus from Boston to NY and "helping" was actually more like being her slave, but I took it, even after she screwed me on cab fare, because hey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she couldn't see.  &lt;/span&gt;I also continually made a jackass out of myself by making brilliant statements such as, "look out!" or "it's over there" and pointing at things.).  We all know that blindness beats a dead wife any day, just saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8735196969725436758?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8735196969725436758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8735196969725436758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8735196969725436758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8735196969725436758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-of-course.html' title='Oh.  Of Course.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2732539197141186806</id><published>2009-03-02T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:33:48.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley Olsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hate winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Kate Olsen'/><title type='text'>Mary Kate And Ashley Totally Got It, Dude!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It is snowing here and I am so tired of winter and all of my clothes and even though I swore off shopping until April, I can't help but look online and then I died a little when I found Mary Kate and Ashley's spring line for Elizabeth &amp;amp; James.  Sigh, I have seen a lot of their stuff in Bloomingdale's and gazed longingly at it, but these girls have come a long way since their days of Wal-Mart clothing and the price point is a little...  High.  For me at least.  But, we can drool!  And find lower cost look alikes at Zara and H&amp;amp;M!  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First, I give you, "Model in kiddie pool".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNmoGPbpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t4YFpcRB6Es/s1600-h/EJ1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNmoGPbpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t4YFpcRB6Es/s400/EJ1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703386756935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;She's all, I am so bad ass in this long blazer and adorable teal skirt!  I'm also about to break this pool with my killer heels (quick aside: when I was 9 or so, I got Crocodile Mile for my birthday and I was SO EXCITED because it was a glorified Slip n' Slide with a cool pool and inflatable palm tree on the end of it!  Well, long story short, I never even got to use it because the pool popped when my dad was setting it up.  How tragic.) !  Look out, tidal wave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, although I seem to be seeing a resurgence in short puffy skirts circa 2004, I am refusing to be frightened because this is not worn with Uggs or an Old Navy tank top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNkN_ZTtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0XvHy5w4xNU/s1600-h/EJ2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNkN_ZTtI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0XvHy5w4xNU/s400/EJ2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703345389162194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Instead it is all kinds of awesome with a long blazer (I NEED ONE.  And yet, cannot find any -- they all appear to be cropped, everywhere I go.  And let me tell you how bad cropped looks on someone who is 5'3.), a simple shirt and once again, bad ass heels.  Mary Kate and Ashley, please send me this outfit for my birthday.  I loved How The West Was Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lastly, YELLOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNhMK2W3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/oyPesnfVCrg/s1600-h/EJ3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNhMK2W3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/oyPesnfVCrg/s400/EJ3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308703293360724850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't know if I can wear straight up yellow all by itself like the model is, as it tends to make me look dead, or close to death, but I would wear this with a darker cardigan over it, which I know completely ruins the fact that it is a summer dress, but that is how I roll and it gets cold in my office.  Also, the jury is still out on those Keds.  Yes, I see the hipsters (and Brett from Flight of The Conchords!) in them, but like those giant boyfriend jeans that Katie Holmes inflicted upon the world, only to have many misguided actresses follow her, I am not sure if I believe it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2732539197141186806?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2732539197141186806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2732539197141186806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2732539197141186806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2732539197141186806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/03/mary-kate-and-ashley-totally-got-it.html' title='Mary Kate And Ashley Totally Got It, Dude!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaxNmoGPbpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t4YFpcRB6Es/s72-c/EJ1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4713364726133073703</id><published>2009-02-25T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:31:43.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karaoke is so fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RPattz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><title type='text'>Twilight Takes Over The World! Or At Least Mine, Because As We Have Discussed, It Already Has Or Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Disclaimer: My Baby Bro Ben is visiting and I kindly purchased him his beverage of choice in handle form, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bourbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, of all things, and so now we're both drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, at this very moment I am watching the completely (and deservedly so, because it's awesome) acceptable-by-television-snobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; finale (Team Carla! Whoo dee whoo![?] What? She's toast. But I love her!) However, immediately preceding this very moment, I may or may not have been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Again. Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, when the first season of American Idol aired, I was studying abroad in London, and so I missed it entirely. As in I arrived back in the States, and in the summer of 2003 was driving around and heard Kelly Clarkson's 'A Moment Like This' and was all, "Um, what the hell is this crap?" (obvi I am now a fan, that song was her singular weak moment) and thus began my understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;However I never watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Until last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And then tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BUT. I have had friends who consistently OMG ADORE OBSESSIVELY it. And they all have one thing in common: They HATE HATE HATE the musical theatre types, and LOOOOVE the 'edgy rocker' types that show up to compete. And then I proceed to hear David Cook on the radio and be like, "meh, 100% meh" and they are all, "BUT YOU DIDN'T HEAR HIM SING 'HELLO!!!1!!11!!!!!!OMFG" and I'm all "so it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; glorified karaoke for hipsters who are too cool for musicals! A-HA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;***** TIME OUT***** Hosea just won &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Um, snore. Aside from the time he made the crispy salmon rolls, I remember nothing. It should have been Stefan. Not that I like him. But he is better. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, back. Right, so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is no place for Broadway singers. Except ... it is a singing competition, yes? Well, I mean, it's also a beauty pageant, but, Broadway singers tend to be cutie pies, so. Anyway. All I'm saying is, enjoy musicals or not (and for the record, 90% of the time I do not -- ask Jen, we share a mutual issue with suspension of disbelief, and often -- exhibit A, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; -- mine is even stronger than hers), Broadway-style singers tend to have the best voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND OMG I HAVE A TOTAL CRUSH ON ADAM LAMBERT NOW WTF THANKS AMERICAN IDOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like, the Pete Wentz look is not really my type (I mean, if the princess dress/pearl/J.Crew gushing and discussions of Nantucket and Chace Crawford hasn't yet given it away, I'm destined for matrimony with a stockbroker or perhaps a professional lacrosse player), and, I'll just throw it out there: despite the fact that "Wild Horses" unfailingly makes me cry in a good way every time I hear it, and I obviously like "Ruby Tuesday" because I'm human, I am not even that big of a Rolling Stones fan, so please don't quiz me on albums. BUT OMG. That was so fun! He was so great! His voice is fantastic! His flatironed hair is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND THEN RANDY JACKSON TOOK IT TO THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; RULES THE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And, whilst Ryan compared him to Edward Cullen (what?), I would like to point out that Randy was comparing him to R.Pattz ... um, R. Patz? ... RPattz!zz! Robert Pattinson! Who, because maybe one other time or 17 while I was drunk I stalked a little, I know sings (I'm sure this is not news to anyone but me, so pick on something else and let me roll with it please, haters) -- BUT DOES RANDY KNOW THAT?! Seriously. Someone clarify. What was going on? Was he comparing Adam singing 'Satisfaction' to RPattz singing on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; soundtrack? Cause I mean, they sounded nothing alike, aside from both awesome. Or was he talking about their mutual affection for strategically tousled hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DOES IT EVEN MATTER? NO. I loved this guy, and then Randy called him Edward. I mean R Pattz. I am clearly paraphrasing wherever the hell I see fit at this point. ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sold. I have my American Idol. Call me, Adam. Let's go out. Or ... go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, also, in addition to my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; boyfriend (please, no one call me with examples of him singing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jesus Christ Superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; score or something I have no interest in hearing, I DON'T CARE, LET ME HAVE MY FANTASY) I voted for the girl who sang 'Alone' and the girl who sang 'Bette Davis Eyes' simply because those are two of my karaoke signatures (Jen sang 'Alone' with me once, and she loved it. She can't deny.). Rock on, karaoke idols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4713364726133073703?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4713364726133073703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4713364726133073703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4713364726133073703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4713364726133073703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-takes-over-world-or-at-least.html' title='Twilight Takes Over The World! Or At Least Mine, Because As We Have Discussed, It Already Has Or Whatever!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3928164809035245328</id><published>2009-02-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:49:22.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Is Emo'/><title type='text'>Jenny Humphrey!  You're Making Me Nervous (Part 25)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaYFyppkQrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9srbjjHhVY/s1600-h/taylor-momsen-punk-rock-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaYFyppkQrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9srbjjHhVY/s400/taylor-momsen-punk-rock-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306935578634502834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jenny/Taylor!  COME ON.  You are 15, why do you insist on going out looking like a late twenty-something 80's punk rocker on the way to their third trip to rehab?!  I mean, ok, it IS better than most of the 15 year old starlets out there these days, going out looking like 25 year old wanna-be sex machines (Miley, I'm looking at you) with their hair and their makeup and their grownup clothes and god I sound like my mother, but you are the only one out of all of them convincing me that a trip to the hospital for cocaine induced "exhaustion" is in your near future.  Hey Jenny, remember GG season one?  When you were cute and had shiny long hair and pants without holes?  Yeah, that was last year, not 10 years ago.  Sigh, I worry about you, and your Red Bull drinking ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Also, I am watching American Idol AGAIN (I really need cable.  And TiVo.  And I would watch endless What Not To Wear marathons and die happy) and let me tell you, I am an Adam fan tonight.  When they interviewed him, I was like "AW awesome theater gay boy!  Love!" and then wondered if the whole Clay Aiken debacle of the days of yore would happen again.  You know, in which straight women convince themselves that the object of their desire is straight, coin a kicky nickname off of it (um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claymates&lt;/span&gt;) and then three years later are ultimately embarrassed by their complete lack of gaydar.  I actually knew a girl in high school who OMG LOVED LANCE BASS EEEEEE!!!1 and I don't talk to her anymore but I am sure she was a Claymate at some point.  Oh yeah, and then, to further my argument, Randy said he had a "Steven Tyler, Fallout Boy, Robert Pattinson from Twilight" thing going for him, at which Adam immediately responded, "OMG, I love those books and movie!", which should clear up any and all misconceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, he can totally sing!  So, I voted for him and no one else because although I may be tone deaf, I didn't think any of the others were good and none of them had compelling back stories.  Sigh.  I just wish their were new episodes of GG and 90210 so I wouldn't have to watch this slightly amusing overgrown talent show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3928164809035245328?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3928164809035245328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3928164809035245328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3928164809035245328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3928164809035245328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/jenny-humphrey-youre-making-me-nervous.html' title='Jenny Humphrey!  You&apos;re Making Me Nervous (Part 25)!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaYFyppkQrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/j9srbjjHhVY/s72-c/taylor-momsen-punk-rock-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-7368416507674366272</id><published>2009-02-24T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:13:14.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leslie Mann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Edward Cullen Goes To The Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So this weekend I was indisposed and confined to my bed, sipping chocolate and delicately coughing into a handkerchief while eschewing visits from various suitors, so I had to watch the Oscars because I don't have cable.  I, like Kim, usually hate awards shows but found Hugh Jackman and his crazy dance numbers to be thoroughly entertaining.  I also drooled over the dresses.  And for once, I had SEEN most of the movies that were being mentioned, so I actually felt more involved in the show.  This is what people who like sports must feel like when they watch their team play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I loved Slumdog and Dev and Freida and I am so happy they won, like, everything, I do think Benjamin Button got shafted because seriously, seriously, that movie made me cry straight through.  For three hours.  So I think it should have gotten something, because even though Brad is a little annoying now because he's all perfect with Angelena and like, saving the world and not working on his abs, he did do a REALLY good job and I must say I am a fan.  Actually, if they had just given Best Supporting Actress to Taraji Henson I think I would have been satisfied, because she also did a REALLY good job and it would have recognized the movie without taking away any of the awesomeness of Slumdog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, now on to the important things.  Apparently, Robert Pattinson thought that he had to dress IN CHARACTER to go to the Oscars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaQJvrW-ilI/AAAAAAAAAcY/N0cg7_wBmdQ/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-oscars-2229-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaQJvrW-ilI/AAAAAAAAAcY/N0cg7_wBmdQ/s400/robert-pattinson-oscars-2229-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306376975646886482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I kid, I kid.  However, boy could use a trip to St. Tropez after spending all winter in London.  You know what guys?  I think R. Patz (thanks anon poster), is suffering from the Chuck Bass Syndrome -- you know, the one that Ed Westwick is afflicted by -- in which an actor portraying a certain character begins to believe they are actually the character.  Seriously guys, R. Patz is about three seconds away from smearing glitter all over himself, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, although Kim somehow managed to miss this in her all encompasing Oscar Dress roundup, this, ladies and gentlemen, is my favorite dress of the night and exactly what I would wear to the Oscars if I were invited (Edward Cullen, call me):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaQJrz92tbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Q5NnZiQs694/s1600-h/81st%2BAnnual%2BAcademy%2BAwards%2BArrivals%2B2tJTVQySly0l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaQJrz92tbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Q5NnZiQs694/s400/81st%2BAnnual%2BAcademy%2BAwards%2BArrivals%2B2tJTVQySly0l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306376909237958066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YES!  Leslie Mann!  Well played my dear, well played!  Of course you would wear a flowing, perfectly cut disco ball gown to the Oscars, it only makes sense!  I love it so much.  WIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-7368416507674366272?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/7368416507674366272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=7368416507674366272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7368416507674366272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7368416507674366272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/edward-cullen-goes-to-oscars.html' title='Edward Cullen Goes To The Oscars'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SaQJvrW-ilI/AAAAAAAAAcY/N0cg7_wBmdQ/s72-c/robert-pattinson-oscars-2229-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1903496728895911068</id><published>2009-02-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:02:09.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shut up you love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><title type='text'>I made a 2009 Oscar Dress Yearbook. Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, the Oscars were last night. I did not watch (cue the shock and awe, I'm sure). I did hear some crap about how some of the celebrities were asked/chose not to walk the red carpet to boost ratings of the telecast, to which I give a big WTF on behalf of photographers, and, especially, designers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean, hi. If Prada dresses Jessica Biel, famous of late for, you know, dating Justin Timberlake, in an obscenely expensive set of table linens, then I'm sure Prada would like the world to be able to see her stand around and give little fluff interviews in it for a while. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While arguing about this with a woman at work, I was informed that the Oscars should in fact be more revered by television viewers because "you watch the World Series, right? Same thing!" I obviously proceeded to laugh for about 20 minutes at this analogy, because wtf ever. Watching the top two teams of the season play off against each other is infinitely different than watching actors, as themselves, sit and look at a stage. Though I did hear apparently Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron brought musicals back or some such business. Still not intrigued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, I looked up the dresses today. It would appear the predominant theme was 'Wedding Dresses,' 'Princess' or simply, 'White' or lastly, 'Blue.' This resulted in both wins and fails a plenty. Onward for my superlatives, including a parenthetical Win or Fail as I'm sure my ramblings are sometimes unclear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Also as I edit this epic post, I realize it is also confusing that I put the superlatives above the photos instead of below. And now I am too sick of doing this to fix it. Apologies. I think you'll figure it out though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Be The Favorite (or at least Most Talked About Dress Amongst ... Everyone?: SJP in Dior Haute Couture (WIN. Duh, ball gown, princess,&lt;br /&gt;you know I love it, XOXO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_ParkerS_01-1.jpg?t=1235440799"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_ParkerS_01-1.jpg?t=1235440799" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Cause Internal Debate and Strife For Hours Do To Being ENTIRELY Angle-and-Lighting Dependent: Anne Hathaway, in very sparkly Armani Prive, amazing from this angle, other times too mermaid-y (overall, WIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/article-1152470-03A0002D000005DC-57.jpg?t=1235440763"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/article-1152470-03A0002D000005DC-57.jpg?t=1235440763" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Garner Praise For Not Being Black, Which Until Now We Are Pretty Sure Was The Only Color She Was Aware Even Existed: Jennifer Aniston in ... I do not know. Someone tell me? (Overall ... um ... pass. No, win. For being so cute with John Mayer. No, wait ... I don't think I really like it. Uh. NEUTRAL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/jennifer-aniston-2009-oscars-04.jpg?t=1235440737"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/jennifer-aniston-2009-oscars-04.jpg?t=1235440737" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Have Made Me Scream WANT WANT WANT Had I Actually Watched The Show: Marion Cotillard, also in Designer Unknown But I Would Be Really Happy To Find Out (WIN. Come on, it's like a never-appropriate-for-any-event-except-princessing dream dress created in HEAVEN, hi. I mean, unless you hate tulle ... which is entirely possible.&lt;br /&gt;But it's my post, suck it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CotillardM_01-1.jpg?t=1235440666"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CotillardM_01-1.jpg?t=1235440666" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Star In My Most Recent Wedding Day Fantasies: Penelope Cruz in Balmain. Also, um, who? I must learn. (WIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CruzP_02-1.jpg?t=1235440627"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CruzP_02-1.jpg?t=1235440627" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Star In My Wedding Reception Dreams Momentarily IF I were One Of Those Women Who Would Ever Dare To Change Out Of Her Wedding Dress Early To Party While Dressed Half Like A Flapper and Half Like A Bedazzled Country Singer: Carrie Underwood, in I Didn't Even Bother To Check Who Made This, It's Just For Fun (WIN. Carry on, Carrie. I love you and your country sparkles.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/carrie-underwood-oscars-2009-07.jpg?t=1235440704"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/carrie-underwood-oscars-2009-07.jpg?t=1235440704" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Be The Dress I Would Actually Wear If I Were Ever Invited To The Oscars, Because If I Wore Marion Cotillard's Jen Would Tease Me and Even Though It Would Be In Jest And Love, I Would Still Become Self-Conscious And Change: Angelina in Elie Saab and freaking awesome fun jewelry. (WIN, because even though it's kind of boring comparatively it's also pretty perfect, and, FUN JEWELRY OMG JAZZING IT UP. This is kind of how I roll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_JolieA_02-1.jpg?t=1235440594"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_JolieA_02-1.jpg?t=1235440594" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Be The Dress Everyone Swoons Over But Kim: Taraji Henson in Roberto Cavalli (NEUTRAL. I mean, it's fine. It fits her perfectly. It's simple and pretty. You'd think I would adore this. But I feel ... not much, really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_HensonT_01-2.jpg?t=1235440556"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_HensonT_01-2.jpg?t=1235440556" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Be The Tween Star in a Dress Better Than Miley's: Vanessa Hudgens, in Marchesa (WIN. She looks so pretty! I would look a fool in this, but it's awesome on her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_HudgensV_01-1.jpg?t=1235440525"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_HudgensV_01-1.jpg?t=1235440525" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Draw Comparisons To A Mermaid Despite Being One Of the Few NOT Wearing A Mermaid Silhouette, Instead Opting For Three Of The Other Big Looks Of The Night, Which As We Discussed Were Princess, White And Blue: Miley Cyrus, in Somebody I Didn't Look Up. (WIN -bet you thought I was gonna fail her, eh? But actually, while at the gym I was staring at silent followup coverage of the show's fashion and this picture doesn't do it justice. I mean, it is kind of as ridiculous as it looks in this picture, but she also looked pretty great in it, if I'm being honest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CyrusM_01-1.jpg?t=1235440496"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_CyrusM_01-1.jpg?t=1235440496" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Confound Me By Maybe Being Awesome But Also Being So Pepto But Maybe That Pink is Awesome Too?: Natalie Portman, in I Don't Know Who. (UNDECIDED. Leaning toward WIN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_PortmanN_01-1.jpg?t=1235440452"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_PortmanN_01-1.jpg?t=1235440452" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To ... Snore. Oh, sorry. Right, Boring. And Somehow Making Me Not Dig Black Lace, Something I Usually LOVE: Kate Winslet in Yves Saint Laurent. (FAIL. So there, Kate. Except you yourself look stunning. Btw, congrats on the Oscar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_WinsletK_02-1.jpg?t=1235440310"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_WinsletK_02-1.jpg?t=1235440310" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Remind Me Of That Time Blair Waldorf Wore Valentino's Headband Version Of This Dress and It Was SO MUCH BETTER: Amanda Seyfriend, in Valentino Haute Couture. (FAIL. Um, ugh. Also, did she even get to try it on beforehand? Because I'm trusting it was not designed to look 45 sizes too big for her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_SeyfriedA_01-1.jpg?t=1235440281"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 378px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/81st_SeyfriedA_01-1.jpg?t=1235440281" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Be Adored, Despite Being Kind of Terrible: Freida Pinto in John Galliano. (FAIL. That's right, I FAILED Freida! And Galliano! And yes, I love them both. And yes, I love Slumdog Millionnaire along with the rest of the world! And yes, that's a pretty color blue! And yes, I am still FAILING Freida despite having WINNED MILEY CYRUS A FEW DRESSES UP. But it's true. I don't like it. Pfft.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84984006-thumb-420x648.jpg?t=1235440251"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84984006-thumb-420x648.jpg?t=1235440251" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Likely To Double As Spider-Man's Prom Dress: Amy Adams in Carolina Herrera. (FAIL. Yes, despite the awesome color, and, you know, Carolina H. But I think the necklace has possibilities.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84976684-thumb-420x629.jpg?t=1235440128"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84976684-thumb-420x629.jpg?t=1235440128" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1903496728895911068?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1903496728895911068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1903496728895911068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1903496728895911068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1903496728895911068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-made-2009-oscar-dress-yearbook-enjoy.html' title='I made a 2009 Oscar Dress Yearbook. Enjoy.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-435631252914353407</id><published>2009-02-17T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:50:41.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA loves to bring the tacky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><title type='text'>Random American Idol Observation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So I was watching American Idol because as mentioned, I don't have cable, and because 90210 was a repeat (DAMN YOU!  CW, wtf is this with all of these mid-season hiatuses?  Even One Tree Hill was a repeat last night, gooddddddddd), and I noticed that upon reaching the Hollywood stage, the majority of the male contestants acquire a faux-hawk.  What is this?  What is the point?  I mean, does it make the air around your head flow better, thus enhancing your voice?  Combine that with the seemingly popular white button-down shirt enhanced with tribal/dragon design on the back (added points for down the sleeve) and you have quite the shit show. Sigh, but I suppose we can just attribute it to my whole "you lose your mind/fashion sense upon entering the city limits of L.A." theory, which is growing in evidence every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I voted for Alexis because she can sing, Anoop because I want to be his friend and Danny because his wife died.  Clearly the fact that this is a singing competition has been pretty much lost on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-435631252914353407?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/435631252914353407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=435631252914353407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/435631252914353407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/435631252914353407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-american-idol-observation.html' title='Random American Idol Observation...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5198628364511020379</id><published>2009-02-16T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:35:04.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marchesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerning serious matters ...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Fashion Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red lipstick'/><title type='text'>OMG, no really. Why? More horror from pre-fashion week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, you guys? Tell me if I'm wrong, but Taylor Momsen is really pretty, right? (Btw, Jen stumbled upon her in person once and almost peed on her boyfriend and immediately sent me a frantic text, in case you didn't know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SO SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/taylor-momsen-amfar-07.jpg?t=1234836886"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/taylor-momsen-amfar-07.jpg?t=1234836886" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, I'm going to go out on a limb that might make Jen cancel our friendship on the spot here and just throw it out there that I don't even hate this Marchesa gown. I mean, I could never in 85 billion years wear it, because I'm 5'3" and would look like a 4-year-old on my way to bed and also I would totally trip, like, 73 times (but I still rock my purple maxi dress, I swear), but Little J here is obviously tall and perfect and stunning and someone who can pull this off and look like a goddess, and I'm inexplicably still not tired of the flowy drapey romantic Grecian look, and sea foam is a pastel I've always been more embracing of, and, ANYWAY, WHATEVER, IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER IF IT'S A PRETTY DRESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why does she look like Courtney Love? Dead Courtney Love? Strung out Courtney Love (wait...)? Why does she look strung out? WHY DOES SHE LOOK DEAD? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taylor. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(I do like her lipstick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5198628364511020379?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5198628364511020379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5198628364511020379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5198628364511020379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5198628364511020379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-no-really-why-more-horror-from-pre.html' title='OMG, no really. Why? More horror from pre-fashion week.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2729227353946456616</id><published>2009-02-16T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:52:37.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilary Duff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sophia bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Fashion Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies that are just bad vs awesome bad movies'/><title type='text'>Hey Guys, I Like What You Wore To Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Seems like everyone is paying attention to what's ON the runway, and while I suppose that is appropriate, I have decided to pay notice to the people who showed up looking amazing to watch other people look amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First, Sophia Bush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpZl1UT9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/63sPirK8McU/s1600-h/S+Bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpZl1UT9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/63sPirK8McU/s400/S+Bush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303526662067212242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I love Sophia (even though she is really only on One Tree Hill, but I also loved John Tucker Must Die), and she always looks perfect at every event.  Check her out in her awesome purple skirt with amazing belt!  Sophia, I will always HATE CMM for what he did to you, and at least you can feel smug about the fact that you did not peak when you were 19 and that you will at least have a career of amazing movies (the kind that Kim and I love, not the academy) after One Tree Hill finally dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, Heidi Klum (who is rocking a haircut similar to mine, but I got full out bangs people!  I keep going back and forth over whether I look entirely chic or four years old and I can't decide, but judging from the 19 year old NYU student who hit on me the other day assuming that I was in college, I am going to go with the latter)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpXV2VxoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZLkIh3zyMBQ/s1600-h/H+Klum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpXV2VxoI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZLkIh3zyMBQ/s400/H+Klum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303526623416796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh hey, shiny sequined dress of awesome?  Yes please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;How about H. Duff -- judging from this and Kim's post, I'd say red is her color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpU_vLpDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/l8BitQ4Iv4o/s1600-h/H+Duff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpU_vLpDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/l8BitQ4Iv4o/s400/H+Duff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303526583121454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Totally classic.  Love the cut, her hair and her shoes.  Well played, Hillary.  You have come a long way from your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lizzie-McGuire-tv-05.jpg"&gt;Lizzie McGuire days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;; though I feel that Lizzie seriously could (and should) cut Hannah Montana as I accidentally watched it for the first time on Saturday because I don't have cable and I was cleaning my apartment and had it on for background noise (either that or CSPAN) and it was seriously BAD and DUMB and DUMB BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last, Brittany Snow!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpSa1yrXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i8LQjweDk-U/s1600-h/B+Snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpSa1yrXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i8LQjweDk-U/s400/B+Snow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303526538857327986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dear Brittany, I'm sorry I never saw Prom Night and I swear I will the next time Kim visits because this outfit seriously makes me love you more!  Now, I don't "OMG LOVE PLAID!!1!", but I love how you combined casual with formal in this one, and yes, I really wish I had bought something in that color yellow this fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Excellent work, ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2729227353946456616?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2729227353946456616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2729227353946456616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2729227353946456616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2729227353946456616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-guys-i-like-what-you-wore-to.html' title='Hey Guys, I Like What You Wore To Fashion Week'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZnpZl1UT9I/AAAAAAAAAcA/63sPirK8McU/s72-c/S+Bush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5801460354828291285</id><published>2009-02-14T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:36:49.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilary Duff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallmark holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Bynes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Fashion Week'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love Valentine's Day! I know, you're shocked. Anyway, since I can't give you Godiva, I'll give you a win and a fail from the Heart Truth Red Dress Show, because what is better than the beginning of Fashion Week and bright red? Right? Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/hilary-duff-red-dress-01.jpg?t=1234635729"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/hilary-duff-red-dress-01.jpg?t=1234635729" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hilary Duff, in Donna Karan. She looks so elegant! And adult! And this dress is basically Kate Winslet's royal blue one from Whatever Awards Show A Few Days Or Weeks Ago, except minus the weird draping or whatever it was that was happening at the bottom, which is to say it improves upon something that was already pretty good! Excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And, FAIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84783638-thumb-420x630.jpg?t=1234635948"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/84783638-thumb-420x630.jpg?t=1234635948" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, my. I sincerely hope Amanda Bynes is more graceful than I am (highly likely), because if I tried to strut the catwalk in this negligee-pretending-to-be-a-dress, the front row would most certainly be getting up close and personal with my ... undergarments. Anyway, apparently Swarovski designed this for the show. I didn't know Swarovski designed anything except crystal, actually, and I'm thinking maybe the world would be a better place if I were correct. Oh well. At least Amanda's got the legs to pull this off (and I have a vague apprehension she probably didn't get to choose this dress for herself anyway, so I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt), though I would like to point out that if she were wearing tights, "TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS!" would be rampant among critiques of this look, but, um, she's not even doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Eep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5801460354828291285?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5801460354828291285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5801460354828291285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5801460354828291285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5801460354828291285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6131177370643118032</id><published>2009-02-11T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:00:46.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sephora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lip gloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;Oreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red lipstick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>A Pre-Endorsement Retraction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woe. I was all set to talk about how great my new favorite lip gloss is (and this is not said lightly, as I love lip gloss), when tragedy struck circa 10 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/Cos6a_3_RO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I first tried this L'Oreal Colour Juice (in "Raspberry Smash", which is the shade appearing above and to me looks more cherry than raspberry but I digress) last fall, on a whim, while I was en route to a party and had decided I needed, right then, to change my lip shade from ruby to cherry red, and hit up CVS. I'm usually kind of picky with lip gloss, because I don't like it to feel too sticky/rub off on my clothes or other people/gunk all up over my teeth/etc., so, to the dismay of some, I'm usually willing to shell out for it. But since there was no Sephora or even MAC (yes, I prefer Sephora) around during my need to change shades, I just tried my luck, and figured $8.49 sounded safe but also low enough that if I hated it I wouldn't need to throw fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't really remember much about my initial experience, just that I used up all the gloss without much fanfare and then the holidays came and my stock of reds (and pinks and nudes, etc) was replenished for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cut to last weekend, when I again found myself missing a cherry red to suit my needs, and recalled the Color Juice. I remembered it hadn't been as shocking as bright reds sometimes can be, which was nice, and that it smelled nice and was light in texture. So I decided to try it again, and happily wore it around all weekend and thoroughly enjoyed it and decided it would be my new go-to and that I would buy it in every color except wine-hued ones because those look bad on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That was four days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, this happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCENE:&lt;/strong&gt; Kim and her co-worker Amy flee the office to marvel at the 50-degree weather and drink iced coffee. Afterwords, as girl co-workers will sometimes insist upon doing, they begin acting like girls and reapplying the lipstick they drank off with their coffee. Kim digs out the clear gloss she was wearing and then realizes that with her all-black outfit, she should provide a POP of color! And then she remembers her new Raspberry Smash Color Juice! But ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: "Um ... wait. Am I confused or ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amy: (picking up the scent from a good four feet away) "WOW! Is your lip gloss rotten? That is rancid! Ew! Wow. That's really bad. Your berries rotted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: *Sees red*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Do not endorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I will however give the benefit of the doubt and say maybe CVS stocked a shelf with some expired product (lip gloss expires, right?) and perhaps the product itself is not usually ROTTEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I still won't buy it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now I have no pop of color today. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6131177370643118032?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6131177370643118032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6131177370643118032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6131177370643118032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6131177370643118032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/pre-endorsement-retraction.html' title='A Pre-Endorsement Retraction.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5408026603013943593</id><published>2009-02-11T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:27:15.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace and Ed are not gay they&apos;re just roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace Crawford'/><title type='text'>Chace Crawford: Swoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZMYRNUg98I/AAAAAAAAAbg/0QU2fxB1UR0/s1600-h/chace_crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZMYRNUg98I/AAAAAAAAAbg/0QU2fxB1UR0/s320/chace_crawford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301607870257756098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Why hello there Nate Archibald!  You are looking most excellent.  I love you, have my babies. xoxo Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5408026603013943593?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5408026603013943593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5408026603013943593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5408026603013943593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5408026603013943593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/chace-crawford-swoon.html' title='Chace Crawford: Swoon'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZMYRNUg98I/AAAAAAAAAbg/0QU2fxB1UR0/s72-c/chace_crawford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5927455240284934409</id><published>2009-02-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:43:18.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dawson&apos;s creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie Holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>EEEEEE!  Dawson On One Tree Hill (AKA: The Charlie Show)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So I am watching One Tree Hill, that show about Lucas Scott, star basketball player/person with a defective heart/star author...   And Brooke was evil but now she's awesome and Nathan and Hailey have the most precocious five year old ever (I would take him to the bar with me to hang out) and Minkus is like, a sports caster or something and is "cool" but still looks exactly the same as he did when I had a crush on Rider Strong in 1994 (whatever happened to him anyway?)!  Oh god, the show went from decent, to bad, to somehow being sponsored by Sunkist soda, to five years in the future and it is actually decent again but clearly I only watch it because it is on after Gossip Girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ANYWAY.  DAWSON FUCKING LEARY IS ON and he is some kind of famous Hollywood director (obv) and he is kind of a dick and Charlie walks into the room and Dawson quotes from Charlie's "book" and calls it "good writing" and then snorts a giant line of cocaine off of said book and somewhere in TV land Gram rolled her eyes and went to say the rosary and it was all too much and I was so excited I almost dropped my iBook .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I will say this, I love Dawson and want him back on TV all the time.  Guest spot on GG, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5927455240284934409?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5927455240284934409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5927455240284934409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5927455240284934409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5927455240284934409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/eeeeee-dawson-on-one-tree-hill-aka.html' title='EEEEEE!  Dawson On One Tree Hill (AKA: The Charlie Show)!!!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2989484328554731587</id><published>2009-02-09T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:58:49.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biosilk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my hair is sometimes a spectacle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath and body etcetera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product tips'/><title type='text'>Something You Should Purchase Immediately And Put In Your Hair. FYI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.biosilk.com/silk/"&gt;Biosilk Silk Therapy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; replenishing treatment for a while now, and it is life-changing, I promise. I have long, thick hair that is not completely straight, but somehow also can't hold curl without the aid of about half a bottle of hairspray -- and considering I don't use hairspray pretty much as a rule, that gets difficult. Basically, it's wavy-ish on a good day, but mostly just ... a lot. So I pretty much pay homage to conditioning products on a daily basis and sing praises to the goddess of Vitamin E on every good hair day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/biosilk-300x300.jpg?t=1234230426"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/biosilk-300x300.jpg?t=1234230426" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aside from all the split-end reparations, it smells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. I actually have a mildly entertaining story about just how amazing it smells (it comes from my office, and office stories are always good, right?) -- that I will tell tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;See what I did there? This is me making a conscious effort to post more. Even if it does mean splitting posts up into two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For now, trust me. Buy. Love. You will never go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2989484328554731587?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2989484328554731587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2989484328554731587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2989484328554731587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2989484328554731587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-you-should-purchase.html' title='Something You Should Purchase Immediately And Put In Your Hair. FYI.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5236351530532491367</id><published>2009-02-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:44:45.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shut up you love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I heart scarves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace and Ed are not gay they&apos;re just roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Westwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Wanna Make Out With Chace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica szohr'/><title type='text'>Jess and Ed 'Hide' Their Relationship in Plain Sight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, so, despite the pictures of Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr making out at the Knicks game, haters and fangirls alike continue to denounce their relationship as faux on account of either, 1) ED IS OMFG LIKE SO MUCH GAY WITH CHACE; or 2) Ewwwwwwww! Vanessa! No no no no no! No Vanessa! I hate Vanessa and love Blair so much that I cannot draw the line between fantasy and reality and CHUCK CANNOT DATE VANESSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(I mean, it's no secret that I hate Vanessa. But I don't hate Jessica, duh. But then again, I am 10 whole years older than this show's target demographic. But then again AGAIN ... I'm pretty sure I'm in the majority of what the demographic actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, so, ladies (and gentlemen). Grow up. It's time at 26. It's time at 24. I digress.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway, Vanessica, as I like to call her as of this afternoon, appears to have taken matters into her own hands, and while she's still not talking, she is sending the world a blatant message of the claim she has staked by wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The Chuck Bass Scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; out in real life!!!11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/c6dd70ee6ff5f8259234ae5ab47c2244.jpg?t=1234229789"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/c6dd70ee6ff5f8259234ae5ab47c2244.jpg?t=1234229789" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/jessica-szohr-lindsay-price-kissing.jpg?t=1234229829"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 318px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/jessica-szohr-lindsay-price-kissing.jpg?t=1234229829" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She has branded herself and I approve! Even though that scarf isn't even cute on Chuck himself, whatever. I like the subliminal messages, Jess. Keep it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5236351530532491367?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5236351530532491367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5236351530532491367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5236351530532491367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5236351530532491367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/jess-and-ed-hide-their-relationship-in.html' title='Jess and Ed &apos;Hide&apos; Their Relationship in Plain Sight!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8484401292308019486</id><published>2009-02-09T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:07:40.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Looked SO BAD At The Grammy's, So I Will Focus My Rage At Heidi's Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, wtf singer people. You all looked ridic at the Grammy's last night -- like seriously, I clicked through 100 pictures and everyone looked so. bad. GAH. Let me provide some evidence, and then I will note which dresses did not make me throw up a little:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popsugar.com/2789547"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;http://www.popsugar.com/2789547&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, so the people that did not offend me were: Marissa Miller (does she even sing?) in a safe white mini dress with a black belt (and I don't even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;particularly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;like large belts), Kathy Griffin in her nice blue number (I know for a fact that she does NOT sing), and Cyndi Lauper (CYNDI "I AM THE 80'S" LAUPER, PEOPLE!!!1) in her cute tux jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;To everyone else, OMFGWTF? It was like 80's threw up on 30's and mated with bad fabric and then had giant ugly ornate flower babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;However, besides the aforementioned non-offending ladies, we did have one winner of the night, and of all people in the entire universe it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZC1kwjADJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lt-Y_pBM9rI/s1600-h/Audrina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZC1kwjADJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lt-Y_pBM9rI/s400/Audrina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300936404526697618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah.  AUDRINA!  With her cute little bun and non-offensive dress.  And she doesn't even DO ANYTHING.   Now, I don't even like music, but I am sure that you musical people are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;creative and artsy to not care about what you look like, right?  Prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway.  Anyway.  Now, onto the Most Offensive Thing I Have Witnessed All Year.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Heidi Montag's shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZC2V4vpGMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/omrjdjif_lI/s1600-h/heidi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZC2V4vpGMI/AAAAAAAAAbY/omrjdjif_lI/s400/heidi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300937248540793026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;PLATFORM SNEAKERS!!!  Spencer has finally eaten her brain, I am sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8484401292308019486?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8484401292308019486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8484401292308019486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8484401292308019486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8484401292308019486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/everybody-looked-so-bad-at-grammys-so-i.html' title='Everybody Looked SO BAD At The Grammy&apos;s, So I Will Focus My Rage At Heidi&apos;s Shoes'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SZC1kwjADJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lt-Y_pBM9rI/s72-c/Audrina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2250906568111330123</id><published>2009-02-05T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:57:27.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dustin hoffman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginnifer goodwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies that are just bad vs awesome bad movies'/><title type='text'>You Amuse Me, Dustin Hoffman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The scene: Dustin Hoffman reacting (ok, clearly just messing with) to the work of the paparazzi while being photographed by said paparazzi.  Oh, how meta!  I vote him honorary grandpa of our Dream Team of Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYuwauHfVII/AAAAAAAAAbA/ifpjSXSjnV8/s1600-h/dustin-hoffman-tabloid-tacky-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYuwauHfVII/AAAAAAAAAbA/ifpjSXSjnV8/s400/dustin-hoffman-tabloid-tacky-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299523359634052226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dustin is clearly upset over mysteriously dead toddler Caylee  Anthony!  Like millions of others, he still can't get enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYuwhINhGsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/CzYEng7lUGg/s1600-h/dustin-hoffman-tabloid-tacky-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYuwhINhGsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/CzYEng7lUGg/s400/dustin-hoffman-tabloid-tacky-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299523469717871298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dustin views Gennifer Goodwin's tangerine/bead/vomit colored shoes monstrosity from the He's Just Not That In To You premier.  He is unimpressed, perhaps nonplussed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sigh.  You can see the tangerine monstrosity here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fabsugar.com/2766278"&gt;http://www.fabsugar.com/2766278&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;.  Take it from me, Gin (Kim and I wonder if perhaps on the night of your conception, your parents got drunk on gin martinis and decided to combine their love of Bombay Saphire with one of the most popular names of the late 70's/early 80's, because really, what else are we expected to think?) as a girl who also has the Wednesday Adams thing going on, tropical fruit colors are NOT your friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2250906568111330123?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2250906568111330123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2250906568111330123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2250906568111330123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2250906568111330123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-amuse-me-dustin-hoffman.html' title='You Amuse Me, Dustin Hoffman'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYuwauHfVII/AAAAAAAAAbA/ifpjSXSjnV8/s72-c/dustin-hoffman-tabloid-tacky-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4311530230332361610</id><published>2009-02-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:26:16.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb writers'/><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; writers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Slander is defamation of character by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;spoken word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. As in, not by publishing in a written medium, like in a newspaper or, you know, ON A WEB SITE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You were going for libel. Um, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, HAROLD THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAWYER&lt;/span&gt; WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kim, Friendly Former Journalist and Wannabe Lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4311530230332361610?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4311530230332361610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4311530230332361610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4311530230332361610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4311530230332361610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2263382193203388268</id><published>2009-02-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:53:41.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really Big Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unflattering pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seth rogen'/><title type='text'>Unflattering Pants Captivate Nation; We Defend Jessica Simpson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYdOAivyRCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3vqPrS_ysZ8/s1600-h/truth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYdOAivyRCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3vqPrS_ysZ8/s400/truth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298289257858876450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; [Redacted insensitive boy] is calling Jessica Simpson fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and I am getting outraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; OH GOD I AM SO SICK OF THAT CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he finally backed down to that she wasn't "fat" but "looks different"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; she is probably a size 6 at the largest instead of a 2 because she got happy and comfortable and stopped starving herself, and wore a bad outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm like, IT IS A BAD OUTFIT PLUS MAYBE SHE GAINED 10 POUNDS MAX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and I was like 1. let's see pictures of all of these shit talkers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;seriously. that whole explosion of press/scrutiny was TERRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 2. most girls would like to look liker her, how do you think that makes them feel?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; i was like, 'um, our nation just did an amazing thing last week, and now we are back to looking like complete and utter douche bags.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THAT was the number one story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hot blonde eats some chili. STOP THE PRESSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; [Redacted insensitive boy] said her arms are "huge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; i think it's a shitty camera angle from the ground up, and she happens to not have muscle tone in them. like, you know, 82% of women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I know, it makes me so mad that he thinks it's ok to comment on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; yeah. i don’t like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;stupid boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;of course if he gets a gut it's funny... and socially acceptable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;arghhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yes, you know who I hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Seth Rogen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not because I don't think he is funny or whatever... well I don't think he is funny, but I mean, he's ok, if you're into that sort of thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but I hate him because he is ugly and gets a free pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;there I said it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he is hairy and chubby and he get's credit where he doesn't deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and Jessica Simpson stops working out for 20 seconds and she gets the most coverage she's ever gotten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yes. i agree. it's really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and like, it is totally within realm that we are supposed to believe women who look like Katherine Heigl would find Rogen cute in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;like women are expected to be endeared to the fat and hairy as long as there is personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; but Jessica looks perfect + 10lbs and suddenly she is gross and has "huge arms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; but if a dude was like, 'you know, i think J Simp looks better with the extra pounds' all his friends would start screaming about Miranda Kerr and disown him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i know it's been a double standard for a long time, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;like we are really supposed to accept that acceptance means no girl is ever out of a guy's league???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I KNOW!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; but ladies, do NOT lose your looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;or you can suck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; like, how dudes go, "I would fuck her"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh you would, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;thank you for letting the world know that you would deign to fuck her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'd do her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;oh yeah? would SHE do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; it doesn't matter, she's supposed to love male attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; like i wonder if Jess Simpson would really be all up on [Redacted insensitive boy]'s jock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; no that's the thing: all of these people are "grossed out" or whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;well what do you think she would think about you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; you don’t think she might be like, 1) Nick, check. 2) John Mayer, check. 3) Tony Romo, check. um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i mean, so i don’t think they’re all hot necessarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; but they have their perks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; stupid men now declaring someone un-fuckable because she's not as skinny as she used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tony doesn’t seem to have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i'm with Tony. TRUST THE QUARTERBACKS, DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;yeah and he is like an alpha male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;betas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; that get nasty about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wish fulfillment and all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;omg. THAT IS EXACTLY IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;it's like they KNOW something is above them and can't stand it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and now that it's not AS perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;they are like, I WOULD NOT DARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and it's like, uh, yeah, she still wouldn't either, fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2263382193203388268?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2263382193203388268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2263382193203388268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2263382193203388268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2263382193203388268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/02/unflattering-pants-captivate-nation-we.html' title='Unflattering Pants Captivate Nation; We Defend Jessica Simpson'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYdOAivyRCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/3vqPrS_ysZ8/s72-c/truth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3048881726843616309</id><published>2009-01-29T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:25:43.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The OC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mischa Barton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marissa Cooper'/><title type='text'>I Want Mischa Barton To Be Our Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You know what, despite not knowing Mischa Barton to be anyone other than Marissa Cooper, and since knowing her only as that has led me to "meh" feelings about her because Summer and Seth were CLEARLY the stars on The OC not matter how hard they tried to make it all about Marissa and Ryan (oh, GG, do I see a pattern with Josh Schwartz backed shows in which the leads are boring and the "secondary" characters are awesome?  Perhaps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, as Fashion Week in Paris is upon us, I have had the opportunity to see more of M (I am going to call her that because it works for BOTH Mischa AND Marissa!), and I will say, I have taken a liking to her.  First her awesome yellow dress and now this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYIrUlDiwbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rw__YcMubhs/s1600-h/Fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYIrUlDiwbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rw__YcMubhs/s400/Fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296843744285475250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes!  It is M celebrating her 23rd birthday as all 23 year olds should: in a fabulous fluffy/feathery dress, complete with ironic tiara, all wastey faced.  I love her.  I am here by adding her to our Dream Team of friends, because if anything, she will bring some fun to our parties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't care if you can act M, it's fine.  I wasn't floored by your performance as Marissa.  Maybe you should change the game and just be a fun socialite who dresses well and parties most excellently and gets paid for it.  We all know that's what I would be if I had the rich parents/hair for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3048881726843616309?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3048881726843616309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3048881726843616309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3048881726843616309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3048881726843616309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-mischa-barton-to-be-our-friend.html' title='I Want Mischa Barton To Be Our Friend'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SYIrUlDiwbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Rw__YcMubhs/s72-c/Fun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6745692934915524959</id><published>2009-01-29T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:56:13.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><title type='text'>On All The Anonymous Hate Vomit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; i am really confused. seriously. do i know that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; you have to&lt;br /&gt;you get so much hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; because the anonymouses are always calling me out on being things that&lt;br /&gt;are not indicated by the post AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;so i feel like it has to be personal&lt;br /&gt;how does someone not adore me?!&lt;br /&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; maybe you defriended them on facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim:&lt;/strong&gt; omg&lt;br /&gt;i do do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; i do too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6745692934915524959?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6745692934915524959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6745692934915524959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6745692934915524959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6745692934915524959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-all-anonymous-hate-vomit.html' title='On All The Anonymous Hate Vomit'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5179918323203434014</id><published>2009-01-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:34:07.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America ... Fuck Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerning serious matters ...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so excited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aretha Franklin'/><title type='text'>Where I was last week ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WATCHING HISTORY HAPPEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/DSCN2907-1.jpg?t=1233197864"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/DSCN2907-1.jpg?t=1233197864" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm in there. Stripey hat with a pompom or three, because when I am cold I turn into a five-year-old. That tuft of pink fuzz in the immediate foreground may or may not be a part one of the hats in my party of friends, actually ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've found the experience more difficult to talk about than I anticipated. It's not that I was any more or less moved or ecstatic than I assumed I would be, but I also haven't really figured out how to put into words how happy I was just to have been there, despite the fact that I was really just watching it all go down on a giant tv surrounded by millions of people -- so really, I saw it happen basically the same way everyone did with a slightly (majorly) larger group. So each time someone has asked, "how WAS it?!" I've felt pretty generic in my gushing, "Amazing! Inspiring! Just ... something I'll never get to do again, that I'm so glad I decided to do..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But it's true. The enormity and importance of the moment felt magnified. The woman standing behind me cried the entire time, all the while with a huge smile on her face. TWO, count 'em, of my male friends teared up during Aretha Franklin's staggering performance (I adored the hat, btw), and I found no time to cry because I was so busy jumping up and down in utter excitement with the French Canadian guy (shout out, Jen!) beside me who kept grabbing my arm and telling me how happy he was for America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be with so many people generating such a positive energy and standing in solidarity isn't something I can say I've ever really experienced before, and I think it indicates just how much the tides are about to turn for the better in our country that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; the sense of unity among us is stronger than most people I know can remember it ever being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My favorite part of Obama's speech:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5179918323203434014?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5179918323203434014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5179918323203434014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5179918323203434014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5179918323203434014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-i-was-last-week.html' title='Where I was last week ...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3696374415597022481</id><published>2009-01-27T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:31:54.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leighton Meester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keira knightley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dior'/><title type='text'>Two Wins And A FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ooooh, fashion week in Paris!  Why wasn't I invited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, right, because I am not important enough.  Anyway, I will pretend I am and give two thumbs up (to each) to Keira and Mischa for looking AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First, Keira at the Chanel show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9grN43MHI/AAAAAAAAAao/7FPMfqPQp4Y/s1600-h/keira_knightley200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9grN43MHI/AAAAAAAAAao/7FPMfqPQp4Y/s400/keira_knightley200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296057982389792882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim would die over this and even though I am not a big pencil skirt fan (I am too short to pull it off) I do have to say this is awesome.  If I were a lawyer or somebody professional, this would be my office outfit.  I also think I am a fan of Keira's bangs, even though they remind me of the kind I had when I was four...   They started at the middle of my head and came forward to cover my eyebrows.  Whatever, it was the 80's and I was adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, Marissa Cooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9gh_x1thI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3bo1qO1m6H4/s1600-h/mischa_barton200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9gh_x1thI/AAAAAAAAAaY/3bo1qO1m6H4/s400/mischa_barton200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296057823983416850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yay!  Hi Mischa, I forgot about you.  You still look nice and I have to admit, I REALLY like that color.  I also like the cut and the details.  The shoes are kind of stripper-y but your fabulous hair makes up for it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please &lt;/span&gt;tell me that is not a real fur that you are holding and I will go see your next movie, whatever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lastly (not in Paris, some random event), our FAIL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9gfLHcTII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oe4j7Q4CmMk/s1600-h/leighton_meester200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9gfLHcTII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/oe4j7Q4CmMk/s400/leighton_meester200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296057775487208578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Leighton!!!  What is is this?  Did you decide to go with a strapless bandage dress, worry that you might get chilly and throw a sheer dress over it, just in case?  We expect so much more of you!  What would Blair Waldorf say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3696374415597022481?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3696374415597022481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3696374415597022481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3696374415597022481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3696374415597022481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-wins-and-fail.html' title='Two Wins And A FAIL!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9grN43MHI/AAAAAAAAAao/7FPMfqPQp4Y/s72-c/keira_knightley200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1634554396495929478</id><published>2009-01-27T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:28:19.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><title type='text'>Kitten Live Feed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Why hasn't anyone thought of this sooner?  A live feed of kittens!  Click on the image to watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://videogum.com/archives/animals-on-film/the-live-kitten-feed-of-our-ho_048191.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9f4nYw6CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/9UdykuWXGXk/s200/livefeed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296057113061156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1634554396495929478?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1634554396495929478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1634554396495929478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1634554396495929478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1634554396495929478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/kitten-live-feed.html' title='Kitten Live Feed!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SX9f4nYw6CI/AAAAAAAAAaI/9UdykuWXGXk/s72-c/livefeed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4792661302344446845</id><published>2009-01-26T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:40:17.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And there was another awards show I could not care less about the other night, which meant I got to stare at dresses when I felt like avoiding work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/evan-rachel-wood-sag-awards-2009-05.jpg?t=1233020755"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/evan-rachel-wood-sag-awards-2009-05.jpg?t=1233020755" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Apparently the theme of the Sag Awards this year was One-Shoulder, and in most cases it appears it worked. My favorite was Evan Rachel Wood, though I hate hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; her accent clutch and shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/freida-pinto-sag-awards-2009-05.jpg?t=1233020852"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 319px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/freida-pinto-sag-awards-2009-05.jpg?t=1233020852" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, when my (and Jen's) friend Sam got married the summer before last, I wore this color in her wedding and it was tough. I tanned for it. Not in a booth or anything, but sort of obsessively (and through sunblock, because I'm pretty obsessive about that too) on the beach for a week. Her wedding was beautiful and so were the pictures, and I like my share of light colored polos and headbands as much as the next girl, but I've always been iffy on formal pastels as a rule (I wore a strapless black ball gown to my high school prom in the year 2000, better know as the Year of Lavender, Spaghetti Straps and Butterfly Clips, if that's any indication). However, I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; (and am so psyched that apparently the rest of the world did too, and Freida Pinto was so good in it and she is so pretty and this dress is so pretty and she fortunately does have the coloring to pull it off, so, it's on my list. Also her diamond bracelet is killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/claire-danes-sag-awards-2009-19.jpg?t=1233021555"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/claire-danes-sag-awards-2009-19.jpg?t=1233021555" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would probably wear this everywhere if there was any chance in hell I could fit even one of my boobs in it. Lucky Claire Danes. I think it's so pretty. And I guessed Carolina Herrera but it's Nina Ricci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's all. Have at it, haters! I know, I know. I'm from the East Coast and all, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4792661302344446845?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4792661302344446845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4792661302344446845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4792661302344446845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4792661302344446845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2041428127216269590</id><published>2009-01-23T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:41:58.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity is a good idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>On World Events...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My boyfriend and I discuss recent MOST AWESOME legislation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7847651.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I KNOW I KNOW! He's so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;like, the US was denying all foreign family planning clinics $ if they even mentioned abortion... that's so mean, especially in places like Africa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;that’s a big F@ck up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; talk about not respecting individual choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; yes, let’s make the poorest people in the world have more kids that they obviously cannot afford and will starve to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF: &lt;/span&gt;woo pro life! i wouldn’t exactly call that a life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;jokers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;or, let the clinic rot that is helping people in lots of other ways besides killing babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;“oh, no malaria shot for you, we provide information about abortion!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;no, that's thing, I find that pro-life people are shockingly callous, when it comes to living people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; what’s that, you want advice on how to get safe drinking water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sorry, excuse the pun, that advice dried up when the funding did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; like they really care about that fetus, but screw the mom, the rest of the family and environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; so far he has: lifted this ban, given stem cell research the go ahead, closed Guantanamo… i hate to say it, but he has done more in 3 days than Bush did in 8 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the last decade was such a shame, hopefully it will just be a small blemish on the history of mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I know!!! I am so happy about all of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I also enjoy that he is treating his critics as if they were 5 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"My oath wasn't perfect? FINE. I WILL RETAKE IT SO YOU SHUT UP."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;he's a really great person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I hope he continues to be like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; i think he'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;imagine if they find a cure for cancer now because they can do stem cell research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i hope all those that were opposed to it never reap the rewards of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;yeah exactly... like, ok you don't believe in it? Fine, die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I would totally donate my eggs for that; they can help people who can't walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; but your eggs, although unfertilized could have been a baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;how dare you!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; didn't you hear? I am pre-pre-pregnant, and must act so at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I should take you to Planned Parenthood, they would love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; although you are not, you have the potential to be pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; and I have to respect LIFE!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; i was thinking though (even before Obama’s great speech) we should do some charity work for a couple of hours a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; cleanse the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;I like killing babies, helping little kids, animals…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;whatever you want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; i want to put shampoo in a rabbit’s eyes, what charity is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2041428127216269590?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2041428127216269590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2041428127216269590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2041428127216269590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2041428127216269590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-world-events.html' title='On World Events...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3951430084414428693</id><published>2009-01-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:55:01.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen Lays It Down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90210'/><title type='text'>Not Trying To Start An East Coast/West Coast Thing, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am desperately trying not to channel my inner Biggie and lash out at a metaphorical Tupac, but COME ON PEOPLE, must I really point this out?! Fashion Capitals of the world: London, Paris, Milan and NEW YORK. Is L.A. mentioned as one? No? Does L.A. have a sad, sad little fashion week in which Lauren Conrad debuts her latest line of jersey dresses weeks after the Chanel show in Paris and Marc Jacobs in New York? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry guys, when it comes to knowing how to dress yourself without velour, New York wins. ALWAYS. I'm sorry if I never learned to appreciate highlights and piling on millions of trendy accessories; blame it on the cold weather, I just don't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now, I know there will be the haters who will all be like, "Bitch! I love my Juicy and you don't know anything!" so I am providing photographic evidence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXktxT_SSHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5267UAop7xo/s1600-h/shenae-grimes-meter-maid-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXktxT_SSHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5267UAop7xo/s320/shenae-grimes-meter-maid-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294313162153281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes.  Here we have adorable Shenae Grimes acting a fool in my grandfather's sweater, velvet sweat pants and SPARKLY Uggs!  jdkajdakljdllaldk!  And we cannot say that such a concoction of random clothing is a rare event.  It is not.   Scan any celebrity photo blog and you will see many people (ok, all famous, but I'm thinking the non-famous people follow suit) in L.A. dressed in exactly the same manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And now, to drive my point home, not meaning to hate on the 90210 girls because I like that show and I think they are great and pretty, but I would like to be their stylist because they need a tiny bit of help, I give you Annalyne McCord and her sisters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXktrzYK83I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-6ZlazdpD9M/s1600-h/annalynne-mccord-pucker-up-sister-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXktrzYK83I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-6ZlazdpD9M/s320/annalynne-mccord-pucker-up-sister-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294313067499942770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Whaaaaaaat?  What's this?  Leggings with a shirt that is clearly not a dress?  A boob crushing vest with jodhpurs?  Liquid leggings with some kind of religious scarf?  Oh dear god, a Forever 21 exploded all over them, it's a miracle they weren't killed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So, self righteous commentators professing that I know nothing and being from New York is somehow unfortunate for my sense of style, there you have it, proof!  Nobody goes out like this in New York, ever.  Ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3951430084414428693?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3951430084414428693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3951430084414428693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3951430084414428693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3951430084414428693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-trying-to-start-east-coastwest.html' title='Not Trying To Start An East Coast/West Coast Thing, But...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXktxT_SSHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/5267UAop7xo/s72-c/shenae-grimes-meter-maid-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6810379973814074311</id><published>2009-01-21T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:47:37.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America ... Fuck Yeah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria Beckham'/><title type='text'>Deep Lunchtime Thoughts Over My Sandwich...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I have a few things to comment on, so I decided to put it all in one post for convenience's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;First off, filed under Things I Refuse To Believe No Matter How Many Times You Tell Me, I give you Eva Longoria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXdqk9yto6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/bVAzaPuwR1s/s1600-h/ugly+pants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXdqk9yto6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/bVAzaPuwR1s/s320/ugly+pants.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293817070292411298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah, she's doing the Katie Holmes' baggy jeans roll thing that was thrust upon us last year.  Eva, I am more likely to believe Katie than you on all things fashion (as you normally run around in 1980's prom inspired evening dresses, alternating with Uggs and Juicy Couture), but for real for real, I am not getting on this bandwagon no matter how often you insist on doing it.  Fashion fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Next, I would just like to remind everyone again that I would like to be Victoria Beckham when I grow up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXdqbzmTA5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0dYNEqgz5f0/s1600-h/idols.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXdqbzmTA5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0dYNEqgz5f0/s320/idols.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293816912937157522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Perfect, as usual (even with the matching red shoes).  All signs of my sudden transformation point to this not happening as 1. there already is a VB, and 2. I am kind of sloppy.  So, I will instead be satisfied if she joins our Dream Team of Friends and let's me borrow her shoes and accessories ('cause we all know I am not getting my hulking marathon-ized thighs into any of her clothes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last, I give you PRESIDENT Obama and Michelle's first dance at the Inaugural Ball, soundtrack by Beyonce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-AiibTglY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95-AiibTglY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Not gonna lie, this brings a tear to my eye...  They look so happy!  Michelle's pretty dress!  THEY TWIRL!  Beyonce gets choked up!  I am quite happy that we finally have a leader that I can believe in.  Good luck to President Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6810379973814074311?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6810379973814074311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6810379973814074311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6810379973814074311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6810379973814074311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-lunchtime-thoughts-over-my.html' title='Deep Lunchtime Thoughts Over My Sandwich...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXdqk9yto6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/bVAzaPuwR1s/s72-c/ugly+pants.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2193203711561913538</id><published>2009-01-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:44:49.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>Come On People, You Can Never Have Too Much Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXYqPB_jArI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JZMOKVTqa5w/s1600-h/260407580_21152a5521_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXYqPB_jArI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JZMOKVTqa5w/s320/260407580_21152a5521_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293464849741972146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Seriously people, I think the main difference between men and women is that for women, nothing can ever be too cheesy!  I love cheese; in fact I have never met a girl that ever has said that something is TOO cheesy.  That would be girl sacrilege.  I'm not saying boys don't/can't like cheese (my bf loves a good cheese plate, and this is why we get along) but I am saying that girls are the experts on cheese and are more apt at determining good cheese and proper cheesiness, therefore I find it offensive when Christopher questions my love for cheese:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i think this soup is slightly too cheesy  even for my tastes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh I love it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="msg Nth"&gt;but I am a girl and nothing can ever be too cheesy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;   &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no, i love cheese more than you&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;guaranteed -- every kind, any style, doesn't matter&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;no, I love cheese more than you, I am sure of it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;   &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no there is absolutely no chance of that&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like, I feel like if there is one kind of food  that I like more it is cheese&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wrong&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;also, you just said that it was too  cheesy&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;I do not think it is...  in fact, if I had sprinkled cheese on top of it it would have been perfect&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;i am realizing that it's not the cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;its the mashed potato that's screwing up slightly&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since when have you developed a sensitive  palate!?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;    &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eat everything, and like it generally --  you know this&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exactly, and this soup is perfect&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;you are the picky one&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;maybe you are sick&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no, you are wrong&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, a rebuttal (and a chance at redemption for boys everywhere):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chris says there is something off about the soup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;he thought it was the cheese, like it was TOO CHEESY&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy co-worker:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no such thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2193203711561913538?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2193203711561913538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2193203711561913538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2193203711561913538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2193203711561913538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-on-people-you-can-never-have-too.html' title='Come On People, You Can Never Have Too Much Cheese!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SXYqPB_jArI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JZMOKVTqa5w/s72-c/260407580_21152a5521_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2130132737595620700</id><published>2009-01-17T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:48:38.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Happy inauguration Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Goodbye Mr. Bush, don't let the White House door hit you on your way out!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, Kim is making a pitstop in NY on her way down to cover (heh, I'm assigning you a story Kim) the inauguration!  Right now, being the obsessive compulsive neat freak that I am (and living up to my mother's expectations) I am cleaning my apt for her.  I would have done it anyway though, as the bf is out in Utah snowboarding and rubbing elbows with famous people at Sundance.  I made the last part up.  I have nothing interesting to say so I am going to stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2130132737595620700?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2130132737595620700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2130132737595620700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2130132737595620700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2130132737595620700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-inauguration-weekend.html' title='Happy inauguration Weekend!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6380947810225668978</id><published>2009-01-15T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:42:14.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumed by consumerism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red lipstick'/><title type='text'>Much better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So happy to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; does right by Blake (of course it does! ... although ... her arm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; still vaguely Barbie-snappy-off...-y...overlooking, overlooking!), unlike that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; cover that was such an atrocity I'm choosing not to link to my post about it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/blake-lively-february-2009-vogue-05.jpg?t=1232069851"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/blake-lively-february-2009-vogue-05.jpg?t=1232069851" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love her lipstick! (And her hair, per usual, but, the lipstick is something I feel I can actually emulate, so, there you go.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Does anyone know who made that bracelet, and where I can get it for a few grand less than I'm sure it goes for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In other news, I'm off to our nation's capital to witness history next week. Over to Jen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6380947810225668978?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6380947810225668978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6380947810225668978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6380947810225668978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6380947810225668978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/posted-by-kim-so-happy-to-see-vogue.html' title='Much better.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6766069553925204427</id><published>2009-01-15T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:10:27.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gawker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerning serious matters ...'/><title type='text'>On journalism today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RE: Today's plane crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;: I was like checking cnn, and ny1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;and I was like, fuck it, &lt;a href="www.gawker.com"&gt;gawker&lt;/a&gt; scoops everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;of course they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We are of course incredibly relieved/happy that everyone who was on board is safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6766069553925204427?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6766069553925204427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6766069553925204427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6766069553925204427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6766069553925204427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-journalism-today.html' title='On journalism today.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1774311728199548580</id><published>2009-01-14T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:56:43.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim + Jen in Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><title type='text'>Revenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To follow up Jen's most recent post, and embark on my new resolution to blog more often, I am here to get Jen back for outing me as a Sometimes-Squeeing-Robert-Pattinson-Crush-Haver the other day. I may even add in extraneous gushing punctuation where I see necessary. Hmmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Re: Twilight 3 (she has me doing it now, see, but I'm going to spare you the conversation we had during which I tried to force her to accept how much sense the actual titles make and she started going on about solar eclipses coming before twilight), we had a talk that went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: Did you finish Twilight 2? Did you love how Edward &lt;em&gt;[spoiler spoiler spoiler]&lt;/em&gt; SPARKLING &lt;em&gt;[spoiler]&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: YES. And I bought Twilight 3 at the airport - so the salesclerk will never see me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: Twilight 3 is the BEST. Wait. Was it hardcover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: Yes. $20!!!11!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: Omg. I can't believe you spent $20 on it. DO NOT spend $20 to get Breaking Dawn. I mean, Twilight 4. I got them both for less than $20 on Amazon. I will give you Twilight 4 on Saturday. It's not worth $20. I mean, &lt;em&gt;unless you want the whole collection for yourself&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: Um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: HA. YOU DO. Wait. Does this mean you're keeping my copy of Twilight 1? In that case, you can just keep my Twilight 4 too. I'll already be incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen: No, I will get it. You can have your Twilight 1 back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kim: I cannot believe we are both going to have full Twilight collections. BECAUSE OF YOU. (&lt;em&gt;ed: That last fragment was just added now, I will admit. But it's TRUE. And Jen doesn't even like to have things in her apartment&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1774311728199548580?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1774311728199548580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1774311728199548580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1774311728199548580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1774311728199548580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/revenge.html' title='Revenge.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-7633055946977498436</id><published>2009-01-14T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:01:52.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, You Guys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm on the third Twilight, purchased at Chicago O'Hare, knowing that the bookseller would never see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, to my defense, I didn't read as much of it as I wanted to on the plane because of the trio of fabulous gay boys, drunk from authentic Mexican tequila on their way back from Cancun, who insisted on singing Beyonce and Rent with me (or rather, they sang while I drank a Bloody Mary).  Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-7633055946977498436?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/7633055946977498436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=7633055946977498436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7633055946977498436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7633055946977498436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-you-guys.html' title='Um, You Guys?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5202162428928593848</id><published>2009-01-08T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:59:36.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney port'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trashy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusted by life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uptown vs. Downtown'/><title type='text'>Linking Directly To Gawker Is Cheap, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted  by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh god, this is just too good to pass up:  &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5126704/the-citys-secretly-trashy-nevan-tried-to-swap-drugs-for-a-blow-job"&gt;http://gawker.com/5126704/the-citys-secretly-trashy-nevan-tried-to-swap-drugs-for-a-blow-job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Obviously I totally refuse to watch this show, and am still a little perplexed at the fake geography that Kim tried to explain to me earlier today*, but it seems as if Olivia's "classy" uptown friends are actually pretty trashy.  Oh also, don't worry Whitney, I met tons of douche-y guys my first year in the city and after a while you get smart and learn how to spot them, despite what your fake socialite friends are saying.  It might take you a little longer than it did me (like your entire life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*Kim explains The City's new NYC geography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Uptown vs. Downtown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;really really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; omg, Jen.  yes, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; they are fucking stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I had to swear to show my disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; but they all dont go north of Canal Street, like, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; is that even a real thing?  Have I just never heard of this?  Too bad W works on 14th street... is she ok up there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;oh, yes. because that is "Uptown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; also, all of the clubs they prob go to are in Meatpacking/Chelsea, right?  Where is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Uptown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tribeca/Meatpacking = Uptown.  Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm like, dude, Olivia eats at Sarabeth's and lives on 5th!  COME ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Like they want to do Uptown/Downtown, but the socialites refuse to look stuffy and untrendy, so they have equated Tenjune with Uptown.  And Gramercy Park with Downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; all of the boys in the promo pictures look like they are from Hoboken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;lol, yes. The boys are just as trashy as The Hills ones: there's the musclebound one and the dirty rocker, and then the "Uptown boys" are gay. And ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; there has actually been a lot of shit talking on Page 6 about that show -- they hate them too, so that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I was like, no no no. I mean, they are right that some people are snotty and socialites are prob bitchy, but it's present so ... Hills-like. and contrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Olivia is a BAD socialite though! She isn't even a real one, she tried to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; like they keep being like, 'DONT LET WHITNEY GET CAUGHT UP WITH THE DOWNTOWN CROWD!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and I'm like, oh, no, why?  She might hang out with an NYU grad and listen to some shitty music? who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Question, if 14th street is Uptown and SoHo is Downtown and clearly they don't go to the Financial district, then where exactly do I live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Upstate. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, New York has been shrunk so much to include a 12-block radius, it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;No wonder they only went to one club in LA. they don't like to take into account the fact that cities have actual neighborhoods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Do they ride the train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; no. they walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;duh. it's East Village to West, nbd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I guess if they can't leave those 15 blocks there isn't a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; It's not like they go far: work at DVF, eat at Nero, go to Tenjune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Then hop over to Gramercy to visit Erin the Downtown Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; But Gramercy is "Uptown", like above 14th... How is she downtown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; NO IT ISN'T WATCH THE SHOW JEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Um, NYU is cool like Downtown Jen, deal with it.  Tt really has nothing to do with location whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; oh ok, so it's a state of mind, not a geographical location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5202162428928593848?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5202162428928593848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5202162428928593848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5202162428928593848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5202162428928593848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/linking-directly-to-gawker-is-cheap-but.html' title='Linking Directly To Gawker Is Cheap, But...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-7262883367637685253</id><published>2009-01-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:24:18.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney port'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tenjune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane von Furstenberg is after my little girly heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and The city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='151'/><title type='text'>'Oh, a dinner party! That's so New York!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last night I drank a vodka soda immediately after working out, and, hey, guess what happens when you do that? Severely. Wasted. But I actually didn't do anything overly stupid once Severely Wasted (I managed to complete that daily requirement at the gym, actually, when I was That Girl who malfunctioned on the treadmill - note I did not say on a malfunctioning treadmill - who somehow went from running to, you know, sort of on the ground. Oh, shoelaces, you are diabolical).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, no. I just somehow convinced the cute boy ... er, man ... boy ... man ... that I probably have a giant crush on that we should catch up on (read: start watching) &lt;em&gt;The City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cut to me, still in my gym clothes and sweaty ponytail and drunk face, 20 minutes later, tirading around my living room. Like we're talking obscene hand gestures, and fluctuating intonation due to intense rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen warned me that this would happen, but I refused to listen, because, see, I like Whitney Port. Well, I liked her on &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt;, anyway, cause she was sort of the voice of reason amidst the mindsuck, the one person with ambition in the middle of the vacuous hole of 'life' they were projecting to be what LA is all about. Of course, with &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt; I just totally bought it and adored it, in that way that anyone from/living in/having lived in/who prefers New York, etc., would, because, as that &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt; episode taught us, we are preconditioned to hate LA. But of course, like the same episode taught us, we are wrong in doing so for a number of reasons, all largely relating to the weather. But when it comes down to it, we still believe the myths. Not the myths Angelinos themselves think the rest of the world believes (you know, that they are all beautiful and rich and glam and celebrities) but the myths that they're all tacky and new money and vapid and annoying. You know, it's totally not fair, in all likelihood. But &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt; totally plays it up, and the nation totally eats it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So of course I was like, well, good thing they can't portray New York shittily. It's impossible! New York will beat even the most contrived of life manipulations and MTV-approved stereotypes! It's NEW YORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And well. New York looks great. The fashion is better (no thanks to Whitney, actually, who, as Jen has noted, somehow managed to lose the fashions sense she inexplicably had in LA when she moved to a place where people actually know what's up, but thanks to the fact that she works at DVF so we're treated to runway shows pretty often, and because Erin and Olivia do the respective hipster/socialite looks well), the music is the same, the boys are just as douchey but cooler, and the real estate is remarkably similar despite the fact that, hi, that's sort of impossible, but whatevs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But omg, &lt;em&gt;The City&lt;/em&gt;. You lost me at dinner parties being 'so New York' and then you buried me when, immediately after hammering home what is apparently going to be the show's niche, the 'Uptown vs. Downtown' thing (I mean, hi, see &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl,&lt;/em&gt; and it's Manhattan vs. Brooklyn, kthxbye), and then having uptown princess Olivia throw her New York-style dinner party at her penthouse apartment ... in Tribeca. Uh. I mean, yes, the line between Tribeca and say, Gramercy Park, or Soho, is evident. But Tribeca also isn't uptown, like, in any sense of word/location/behavior, but I guess they're going with its proximity to the Meatpacking District and how that's the trendiest and sparkliest and fashionyest and all those down and dirty Downtown hipsters are gonna be hanging exclusively at 151 sporting blunt bangs and lots of plaid and leggings, while the Uptown crowd lives at Tenjune, and, oh, hey! They're at Tenjune. Shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay, but the kids of art dealers bit was hilarious, as was Olivia and what a bitch she is in general. Especially talking about her cotillion and Manolos, like, omfg. Also they do a good job of showing that Whitney really might be too naive for New York, although the subsequent throwdown between men over her affections is really pretty New Jersey of them, but, eh, one's Australian and the other's from, I don't know, California or Texas or something, so, sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm probably going to watch this religiously and fly into fits of rage on a weekly basis, now. But at least it's making me sit back and take a look at what MTV can do to stereotype your entire city and make it look like it's full of idiots, and so now I should take back some of my preconceived notions about LA, largely drawn from &lt;em&gt;The Hills&lt;/em&gt;. Except, I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When is Lauren coming to &lt;em&gt;The City&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-7262883367637685253?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/7262883367637685253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=7262883367637685253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7262883367637685253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7262883367637685253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dinner-party-thats-so-new-york.html' title='&apos;Oh, a dinner party! That&apos;s so New York!&apos;'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8971103930171972329</id><published>2009-01-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:57:49.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t use my brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being a Grown Up'/><title type='text'>Sincerely Thanking The Anonymity of The Internet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SWVsh1Ag8eI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bYty3SVu-3Y/s1600-h/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SWVsh1Ag8eI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bYty3SVu-3Y/s320/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288752665837236706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I have a confession.  Kim will not be surprised, but I want -- no, need -- to come clean and will do it under the anonymous blanket of the internet.  It's like confessing behind the partition at church except without the lying about what you really did part. Anyway:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;IREALLYLIKETWILIGHTMORETHANISHOULDANDIFEELGUILTY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSEIAM26ANDNOT16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to go see the movie in theaters because if anything, you know I love watching pretty 22 year olds playing pretty teenagers (re: Gossip Girl, any teen horror movie, and more recently, the new 90210 -- might as well come completely clean since I am confessing), and who doesn't love vampires?  Anyway, I liked the movie, and didn't feel that bad because I always like movies like that -- you know, the deliciously good to watch kind that are all fluff with little substance...  The kind that people who brag about listening to only NPR roll their eyes at, because it draws throngs of screaming teenage to the premier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am no screamer, ever, just to put that out there.  Kim squees sometime and I might squeak at a cute animal but I would never, ever scream over anything, really.  Not in that way at least; maybe if someone was actually trying to murder me or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I digress...  Kim found the first Twilight book (I am aware that they all have different names but I will call them Twilight 1-4 out of laziness) at Marshalls for like $7 and had to buy it because even though she hasn't admitted it outright, I'm pretty sure she has a crush on Robert Pattinson and just wanted an excuse to think about/visualize him more, but actually ended up really liking it in the process.  She then sent it to me for xmas, and now I have a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Who wouldn't like this?  It is like reading crack laced candy with sexy, sexy vampires.  I love it and it's addicting and yet my inner intellectual -- the one that comes out occasionally in between episodes of GG or thinking about shoes to scoff at The Davinci Code, or to edit my boyfriend's grad school application essay or to question the meaning of life -- is SO ASHAMED!  IT IS FOR TEENAGERS AND IT ISN'T EVEN WRITTEN WELL BUT YET I CANNOT PUT IT DOWN!  GAHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Not to mention the real actual problems I should have with it, regardless of what audience it was written for.  The author's religious message, the fact that she portrays Bella as an independent woman despite the fact that the story is decidedly non-feminist and the general lack of adjectives besides "granite".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't care though, I really don't.  And I think to myself, "Self, if you had a sexy, sexy real life vampire whispering into your ear about maybe believing in God while he was grazing your neck with his perfect mouth, would you care about religious debate?" and the answer is always a resounding, giant, NOOOOO!  And that answer is giving me some kind of identity crisis because I think I stand for some stuff (Stuff!  See I'm forgetting it already!) but I could easily be deterred by perfect beauty.  Sigh, nobody tell Gloria Steinem, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, so the point of my post: tonight after work I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to buy the second book.  After perusing the new paperback fiction as not to make anyone suspicious about my mission, I casually headed to the teen section and immediately started sweating with embarrassment.  Everyone else in the store was clearly buying Proust while I was standing there looking decidedly young in my dirty Converse, puffy jacket with fur around the hood and purple stripe-y gloves.  And they obviously all knew what I was looking for and were silently laughing at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;After circling the teen section unable to find Twilight 2, thinking that since I had regressed to reading children's books I clearly couldn't find one by alphabetical order anymore, I decided to ask an employee.  I was horrified and slid over to one, sweating, and had the following exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me: Um hi.  Do you have that book...  Twilight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Her: (Remarkably not phased about the fact that a 26 year old was asking for it) Yeah, it's on the big table in the middle of the store by the escalator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Great.  Where everyone could see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  I ran over to the table, grabbed the book and sprinted to the register to pay, hiding the cover against my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier did not break out in laughter either, if you were wondering.  So maybe I got all worked up over nothing, or maybe she silently judged and I should be ashamed , I don't know; it was the NY Times #1 Bestseller after all, so maybe I am not pathetic, but rather just following the crowd.  Anyway, internal conflict aside, all that really matters is that I finally got Twilight 2, AND AM SO EXCITED!!!  And I won't have to ever relive the B&amp;amp;N horror ever again because now I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; where the Twilight table is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8971103930171972329?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8971103930171972329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8971103930171972329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8971103930171972329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8971103930171972329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/sincerely-thanking-anonymity-of.html' title='Sincerely Thanking The Anonymity of The Internet...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SWVsh1Ag8eI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bYty3SVu-3Y/s72-c/count_von_count-1-720172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2432095349420578139</id><published>2009-01-03T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:08:07.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME SHOES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Madden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous policies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession what recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Luck'/><title type='text'>It Is Steve Madden, Not Manolo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/INTYCE_BLACK-LEATHER_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/INTYCE_BLACK-LEATHER_zoom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been looking for a pair of really great tall, flat boots for a while now. Initially I wanted riding boots in dark brown, which somehow led to me buying an amazing pair of ... cognac boots ... mid-calf ... heeled ... see my problem? So I amended to black, and after listening to Jen sing the praises of the Steve Madden pair above (which she has in cognac) and applying a 35% off coupon she forwarded me, I was super excited to get my hands on these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have I mentioned the Kim Luck yet? Well, the Kim Luck is the exact opposite of luck, really. It's kind of a perpetual entity in my life too, but I really can't complain much because it's not like horrible, tragic things take place in my life daily, more like whatever can go wrong when it's concerning a not-so-important event, will. 110%. The most common reaction I get to most of my tales of woe is: "Of course that would happen to you." Hence, I fall down a lot. I get lost a lot. I spill things a lot. Stevemadden.com sends me the wrong color boots. Etc. It really just keeps things interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, anyway, the latest moment of Kim Luck led to the following conversation. I sort of hate to do it, because I love Steve Madden, really a lot. Every shoe I own by Steve Madden is a favorite: comfortable, attractive, affordable. Stevemadden.com, however, and its customer service? Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: omg stevemadden.com or whatever FAIL AT LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I saw that this am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note: "That" refers to my furious text the night before, which read, : "The fucktards sent cognac!!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: those are the ones I have though, aren't they pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;are you sending them back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: okay, so, sending me the wrong color is annoying, but what happened after is the reallllly dumb part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;yes, they were very pretty, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but i already have cognac boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: so there was this letter enclosed, that was like, CALL US IMMEDIATELY if your order is not as expected! we love helping! or some such shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then it was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'p.s., just so you know, we don't do exchanges, because we get screwed sometimes and would rather screw you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;like it pretty much said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;even snottier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: they don't exchange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: it was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'our products are in high demand, so if you dont like what you got, suck it. you can return but not exchange.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so i was like, okay, that's dumb, but whatever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i'm not exchanging, i am getting what i ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;what did they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: so i call, and the guy's like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh man, sorry about that. i am sending a free return label to your email right now.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'you mail them back from any post office'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okay, super...um, then what?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'then you wait til it gets to the warehouse, and within 30 days after that you will get refunded.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okayyyy ... what about my boots?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh, you have to order them again. didn't you see? we dont exchange.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'but you guys messed up! im not exchanging cause i didn't know my size or felt like changing colors! my order slips say all over them they are black boots, and they are not!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i am very sorry, but *recites no exchange policy about how sm is too cool for customer service*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'but ... i had a 35% off coupon, and free shipping!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'well there will be no charge to ship them back, only on the new ones.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i was like, 'omg, okay, i gotta speak to someone else.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: that is ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'they will tell you the same thing!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: they always say that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and thennnn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: so i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okay, then, i demand you give me my 35% coupon and free shipping on all accounts because THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and he was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i am very sorry, i am not authorized to issue coupons. and i have explained our exchange policy!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: did you demand to talk to someone else again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'yes, and it is extremely unsatisfactory, as are you. please put a supervisor on. NOW.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: so this super comes on and i'm like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hi, okay, before you recite your inane no exchange policy, which just so you know is pretty much the most assured way to LOSE SALES, i've already heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'i get it. I need to return my boots AND re-order, thus wasting my time cause you messed up. but i refuse to pay more for the pair of boots i ordered in the first place.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and she was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'alright, that's fine. i will send out the correct boots for the same price and you will not be charged any shipping.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'okay. now explain how payment works.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'well, because we don't do exchanges because we can't get screwed eff you, what happens is ... you will get your refund in 30-45 days. but you will be charged for the new boots when they ship in one to three days.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'DID YOU JUST HEAR YOURSELF?! THIS IS RETARDED!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'miss, do you not understand the policy?' &lt;/span&gt;and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i am YELLING AT THE POLICY!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: oh so they'd double charge you until they get the boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that is really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'because for up to a week, i will be out $200 and have NO boots'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'and for a month i will have a pair of boots for double the cost&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'well, we can't get screwed. i mean, what if your return gets lost in the mail?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE YOU SHOULD EMPLOY FACTORY WORKERS WHO CAN READ THE WORD BLACK?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'FINE. i am keeping my order ONLY because i REALLY want these. but i wont order from you again. and if for some reason, i am not refunded, i will sue you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'that's dramatic.'&lt;/span&gt; and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i'm not getting screwed because your policy PLANS for it. duh. i have free legal representation!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;so i bought delivery confirmation on my package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i am so mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;maybe i am overreacting a little, but isn't that so dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;they fuck up, so i get charged twice for up to 45 days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;RECESSION, ASSFACES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: well I mean, it's absolutely stupid that they are setting it up so that you lose your money if something bad happens because of their mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but at least she gave you the same price and free shipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;but I would be really pissed too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;about having to wait and shell out all of that money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: yes. although i really don't see how they could do business if they didn't offer that. it would be absurd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;like this is already ridiculous, but being like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh, you ordered on sale but we sent the wrong thing, bummmmmmerrrr'&lt;/span&gt;, would be out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm not losing my money, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i will call them every day after i see the package is delivered back to the warehouse if i don't hear from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: I did that with urban outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had to call them three times to correct my address because they like, said they did and didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and then when it was in their warehouse I called them to tell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and they were like, "Ooohhh.  Cool.  We'll send it out then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: so when are you getting the boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i don't know. i guess soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i haven't gotten an email saying they shipped yet, like she said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: HAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;:  Figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;obviously they WOULD send you the wrong color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: YES I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when i opened the package and saw it said 'cognac' on the box i seriously like barfed in fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: and then i stared at it for a while, being like, 'oh, maybe it's just the wrong BOX'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i got the order confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;im totally like, donating $206 to steve madden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;if my boots never come i am suing for SO MANY boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: yeah you could have [redacted] write a scary letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: lol, and steve madden's defense will be, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'well, you see, our products are in such high demand and so minimally produced, i mean, they are practically one of a kind couture, so we can't just fix our mistakes without covering our asses. it's not our fault she expected to receive her order!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;what is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;they make millions of those things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: i know! i was seriously laughing at the verbiage of their policy in the first place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: it is steve madden, not manolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2432095349420578139?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2432095349420578139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2432095349420578139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2432095349420578139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2432095349420578139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-steve-madden-not-manolo.html' title='It Is Steve Madden, Not Manolo ...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2226266472564898114</id><published>2008-12-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:40:50.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney port'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane von Furstenberg is after my little girly heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hills'/><title type='text'>Whitney Port Shows She Has Learned Nothing From Diane, New York, Part 2: An Analysis of The Hills Finale Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So The Hills season finale was last night and all of the LA people were not surprisingly, really stupid and left the warm goodness of SoCal and came to frozen New York.  Anyway, I don't watch the show because I don't have cable (I really do miss the Saturday all day marathons when I am hungover and have to watch PBS), but I did notice a few things about our favorite totally real people who happen to have a tv show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;1.  Whitney Port has apparently proven that NY drugs are way harder than the kind found in LA.  Case in point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE53JU91fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VglaDIfpvX8/s1600-h/84112799_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE53JU91fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VglaDIfpvX8/s400/84112799_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283067457441748466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Like, WTF is this?  Did she rob Stevie Nicks AND a Hawaiian Tropic girl on the way to the party?  In her NY hard drug fueled euphoria did she craft a stolen lei  from said Hawaiian Tropic girl into a seriously bad headband?  People, this is a woman who has her own clothing line and "WORKS" in fashion.  I gag.  And Diane probably threw up all over herself when she saw the photos this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2. I love Lauren's dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE5y-gZ0vI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_UzPRR0kh_E/s1600-h/2b5d8db0495ff660_lc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE5y-gZ0vI/AAAAAAAAAY8/_UzPRR0kh_E/s400/2b5d8db0495ff660_lc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283067385817453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sparkly!  Simple!  Well played!  If I could fix ONE thing about this, it would be to tell L to stop doing her stupid "I'm a little teapot pose."  Seriously, think of something else.  Now every one laugh at how deranged/goofy Whitney looks next to Lauren! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;3. What recession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE5rRJ3VYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4-SbSq4FP0M/s1600-h/Dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE5rRJ3VYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/4-SbSq4FP0M/s400/Dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283067253384238466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lauren's Philip Lim dress costs $925 dollars AND IS SOLD OUT in most sizes!  Really?  Now I'm sad because I can't buy it even if I could afford it.  Or wanted to spend what I pay for rent on a dress.  Oh also, if you have a couple grand left after you buy your beautious PL sparkly wonder dress, Net-A-Porter suggests you pair it with some Louboutins and a Jimmy Choo clutch.  I say, if we're all going to the breadline, we might as well look fabulous!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;* J/K, J/K,  J/K FOR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2226266472564898114?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2226266472564898114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2226266472564898114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2226266472564898114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2226266472564898114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/whitney-port-shows-she-has-learned.html' title='Whitney Port Shows She Has Learned Nothing From Diane, New York, Part 2: An Analysis of The Hills Finale Party'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVE53JU91fI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VglaDIfpvX8/s72-c/84112799_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6060531349787783004</id><published>2008-12-22T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:58:51.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris hilton'/><title type='text'>Dear Paris Hilton, Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVAMYCN7qpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6ZFCfs4lQek/s1600-h/parishilton122208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVAMYCN7qpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6ZFCfs4lQek/s400/parishilton122208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282735969957292690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh Paris, for someone who shops like, ALL THE TIME, you really suck at it.  Let's review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Weird freaky faux belt shirt resembling an ugly belt that I would not wear if it were real, let alone drawn on to a shirt.  Why do you want a fake belt "belting" your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An A-Line business-y skirt that almost covers your knee?  Are you going for a job interview at the ugly shirt store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. OMG, no -- OMFG!!!1 -- ARE THOSE RED PATENT SLINGBACKS WITH TIGHTS?  Dear Jesus, when did you become a 75 year old woman?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6060531349787783004?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6060531349787783004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6060531349787783004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6060531349787783004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6060531349787783004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-paris-hilton-why.html' title='Dear Paris Hilton, Why?'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SVAMYCN7qpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6ZFCfs4lQek/s72-c/parishilton122208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1184035463002835972</id><published>2008-12-17T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:20:42.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts and crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmastime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our catholic upbringings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elves'/><title type='text'>On Xmas Xchanging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim:  &lt;/span&gt;UM DID YOU LIKE THE CARD HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: it looks like you bought it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that is a compliment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Kim&lt;/span&gt;: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: I can't wait til you see mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Kim&lt;/span&gt;: IT WAS MADE WITH SO MUCH LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i bought the stamp with you in mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: lol I probably appreciate the xmas penguin more than most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Kim&lt;/span&gt;: yes. some people want mangers and messiahs. i know you prefer arctic birds in hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: christmas is about animals in hats, elves and drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: anything else, I do not care for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;every now and then my mom would get a jesus card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it was always such a disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1184035463002835972?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1184035463002835972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1184035463002835972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1184035463002835972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1184035463002835972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-xmas-xchanging.html' title='On Xmas Xchanging'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4624798402741788298</id><published>2008-12-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:10:30.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight Is My Office Xmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So I'm feeling festive.  And so I give you: hedgehog in a sombrero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SUl4i5ZBkPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VHGc9AON2ls/s1600-h/calvin_ready_for_the_rodeo0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SUl4i5ZBkPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VHGc9AON2ls/s320/calvin_ready_for_the_rodeo0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280884578985283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4624798402741788298?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4624798402741788298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4624798402741788298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4624798402741788298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4624798402741788298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-is-my-office-xmas-party.html' title='Tonight Is My Office Xmas Party'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SUl4i5ZBkPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VHGc9AON2ls/s72-c/calvin_ready_for_the_rodeo0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-452845462862264733</id><published>2008-12-15T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:05:07.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shut up you love it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity is a good idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark tights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i also have nantucket red pants so just deal with it okay'/><title type='text'>If you're looking for a fun, reasonably priced holiday dress ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;... allow me to point you in the direction of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=5733"&gt;Gap&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, really. I'm sure you're having one of two thoughts (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the ... Gap? For realz?"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah. Obviously Kim would like the Gap."&lt;/span&gt;) and neither of them are exactly positive, but, I swear. Cute. Affordable. If I didn't have a closet so full it's starting to wake me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; covered in a cold sweat of shame and guilt, I'd be all over half a dozen or so on the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As it is, I leave it to others. I'll shop vicariously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/gp585587-01p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/gp585587-01p01v01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.gap.com"&gt;www.gap.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.joinred.com/Shop/shop_gap.aspx?gclid=CJ6425OFxJcCFSJIagod1BNvRw"&gt;Buy (Red) Save Lives&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;while you're at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-452845462862264733?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/452845462862264733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=452845462862264733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/452845462862264733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/452845462862264733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-youre-looking-for-fun-reasonably.html' title='If you&apos;re looking for a fun, reasonably priced holiday dress ...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-7041616465942547002</id><published>2008-12-12T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:18:38.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really Big Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind blowing realizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>Drunken Rant: Hey 303, Go Fuck Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, so  wasn't going to blog because I went to happy hour and kept going and it's 2am, but then I got home and was eating delicious delicious Life cereal while watching stupid Carson Daily because Gideon Yago was on and I was interested because he is a legit reporter and then they went to the musical guest which was this band called 303 and I have no idea what it means but I am assuming it is an area code -- wait let me google it -- IT IS AND IT'S DENVER -- came on and OH MAN were they offensive/lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, ok, ok.  I know that last paragraph was a run-on sentence but work with me, I've had like eleventeen drinks and am trying. so. hard. to. type. properly.  These dumb Colorado dudes had puppets and were dressed up as a fireman and a police officer and the song that they sang contained the following lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Don't trust a ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Never trust a ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Won't trust a ho, that won't trust me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Shhhh girl, shut your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Do the Hellen Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And talk with your hips "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And I was like, YO, DENVER, SHUT THE FUCK UP!  Like who the fuck does that?  OMG.  And all of the horrible LA people that go to Carson's stupid show were like rocking out in their Kitson and I almost choked on my Life cereal.  I find these lyrics to be ridiculously retarded/offensive, especially coming from two ugly dudes who can barley sing and clearly got signed because their "thing" was puppets.  Like really, really?  HELLEN KELLER?  Oh jesus.  EPIC FUCKING FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-7041616465942547002?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/7041616465942547002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=7041616465942547002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7041616465942547002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/7041616465942547002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunken-rant-hey-303-go-fuck-yourself.html' title='Drunken Rant: Hey 303, Go Fuck Yourself!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-840250804358094208</id><published>2008-12-11T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:22:02.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Is So Under-rated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s Rockbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>Eric Will Not Be Getting His Own Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So that pesky rumor about a Gossip Girl spin off that was making us all nervous about which character would leave the show and commit career/show suicide by breaking up the pure magic that is GG?  Totally true!  But fear not everyone, Chuck is NOT leaving.  And Eric is not getting his own show -- he seemed like the only logical one to me, because he is underused and totally awesome!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;From Star Magazine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A network insider says the spin-off will center around the younger lives of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Blake Lively&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Penn Badgely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;'s on-screen parents, played by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kelly Rutherford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Matthew Settle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; "The show will focus on the early romance between Lily and Rufus," says the insider. "It begins when they first meet, during a time when Rufus and his band are at the height of their career. The show will follow the high society and rock 'n' roll lifestyle in New York."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...The source denies rumors that an original cast member will be leaving the show to join the spin-off. Instead, two new actors will be hired to play the young Lily and Rufus. Producers are planning to introduce the new couple during a flashback scene in an upcoming episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, that actually doesn't sound like it will totally suck, as long as they make young Rufus and Lily waaaay more interesting.  But I mean, an 80's version of Gossip Girl, with 80's New York and 80's fashion? Well, well Josh Schwartz, you've sparked my interest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-840250804358094208?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/840250804358094208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=840250804358094208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/840250804358094208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/840250804358094208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/eric-will-not-be-getting-his-own-show.html' title='Eric Will Not Be Getting His Own Show'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2978991958435433499</id><published>2008-12-10T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:17:06.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane von Furstenberg is after my little girly heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen&apos;s xmas gift guide'/><title type='text'>GIVE IT TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So you'd think Whitney Port would take a look at Diane von Furstenberg's Pre-Fall collection (Pre-fall?  Really?  Like am I supposed to want this in August '09?  Because if I got the collection for xmas I would wear it every day.) and suddenly know how to dress herself.  But she does not, and will probably continue to not take the example of the PURE GENIUS that is Diane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2JrddpoI/AAAAAAAAATs/zceNDwup6TQ/s1600-h/dvf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2JrddpoI/AAAAAAAAATs/zceNDwup6TQ/s320/dvf6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278207934447068802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;An amazing party dress?  Count me in!  Throw a long cardigan over that and wear it to work...  At least once a week for a year to justify the cost!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2GYsqKOI/AAAAAAAAATk/ygZJbtqhwBI/s1600-h/dvf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2GYsqKOI/AAAAAAAAATk/ygZJbtqhwBI/s320/dvf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278207877870921954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I drool.  I know it's simple, but simple is best: a great color and you know that fabric would fall perfectly.  I would jazz it up with some gold jewelry but Kim could also wear it with a string of long pearls!  We'd both look fabuloussssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2DPCeWsI/AAAAAAAAATc/DTDRk_2ICnA/s1600-h/dvf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2DPCeWsI/AAAAAAAAATc/DTDRk_2ICnA/s320/dvf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278207823738460866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh hello!  I would wear this while having some type of adventure on a slightly gray day in Paris.  Chocolate croissants would be eaten and it would involve a motorcycle ride.  NEED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can  see the rest of it here: &lt;a href="http://fabsugar.com/slideshow/2572932"&gt;http://fabsugar.com/slideshow/2572932&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2978991958435433499?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2978991958435433499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2978991958435433499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2978991958435433499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2978991958435433499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-it-to-me.html' title='GIVE IT TO ME!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST_2JrddpoI/AAAAAAAAATs/zceNDwup6TQ/s72-c/dvf6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5762746063666493755</id><published>2008-12-09T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:17:12.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m kind of pathetic but that&apos;s ok'/><title type='text'>Two Videos You Will DIE Over!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hooolllyyy shit.  It's a hedgehog, eating a carrot, and somebody filmed it, and then put it up on YouTube!  I die.  I die I die I die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYikam6FmB8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYikam6FmB8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;And if you thought it couldn't get ANY better, I give you "Hamster on a Piano, Eating Popcorn", the musical:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzTfgds0UI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRzTfgds0UI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;For realz, I DO believe in Santa because this is all I want for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5762746063666493755?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5762746063666493755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5762746063666493755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5762746063666493755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5762746063666493755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-videos-you-will-die-over.html' title='Two Videos You Will DIE Over!!!1'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-70883151658979364</id><published>2008-12-08T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:06:24.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french canadians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind blowing realizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Life Altering Realization Of The Day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST2YO0nuu0I/AAAAAAAAATU/WyNxErChhUQ/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST2YO0nuu0I/AAAAAAAAATU/WyNxErChhUQ/s320/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277541718758964034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So today, for the first time in my life, I found out that Candlepin Bowling is not a nationwide sensation (or  a lame gym class field trip when you were 8) but rather indigenous to New England.  So imagine my surprise when asking my friend Chris (also featured below in my traumatic hair emergency post -- Kim is having G Chat issues today and isn't available) the totally normal "Big balls or little balls" question and getting this answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;i bowled a 170 too, i haven't bowled that high in forever.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is it big or little balls?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;huh?  bowling balls&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;they are all the same size&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;candlepin ones are smaller&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"candlepin"?  wtf?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for real!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are you being foreign on me?  dont do that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;bowling balls&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;regular balls&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candlepin_bowling"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candlepin_bowling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;oh ok, so I am a Canadian freak apparently.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i've never seen that ever in my life&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oh, well that was the only kind of bowling I did until  college&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;and then I was like "Oooh big balls! Like on The  Simpsons!"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weird do they even have that in new york?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;this is hilarious, I thought everyone had it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah ive never even heard of it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Candlepin bowling is a variation of bowling  that is played primarily in the Canadian Maritime provinces and in the New  England states of Maine, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire." says Wikipedia!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind blown.  I am sorry that the children of the world have never gotten to participate in such a great sport.  In fact, it makes me actually appreciate big ball bowling more just because Candlepin is so fucking hard.  Going from Candlepin to big ball bowling (I will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; call it "Stadium" or "10 Pin") is like not wearing shoes your whole life and walking on gravel and then suddenly being handed a pair of Chanel flats!  You people have no idea how hard I had it with those tiny balls and wooden pins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-70883151658979364?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/70883151658979364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=70883151658979364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/70883151658979364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/70883151658979364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-altering-realization-of-day.html' title='Life Altering Realization Of The Day:'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/ST2YO0nuu0I/AAAAAAAAATU/WyNxErChhUQ/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4227520988196296782</id><published>2008-12-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:22:36.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircuts'/><title type='text'>On Severe Regret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok, so every now and then I get the urge to chop off my hair, do so, severely regret it, swear to never do it again, grow it out happily for two years and then repeat the agonizing process for some reason.  You'd think I'd learn but I DO NOT.  Anyway, the latest incarnation of hair mistake is a long bob that makes me look like I am 8.  My hair is way to thick and wavy to pull this off and I am seriously depressed.  I am considering going back to get it fixed but I do not know how it would be fixed and it's either that or let it grow and look shitty for three months.  This is the worst thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i saw your facebook status, you're not  happy?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no I hate it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;maybe you can use this as a fancy fun hat  stage&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;   &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no, it's the bottom that I don't like... my bangs are fine&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the bottom ?  the back?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like the sides and everything&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;it's just stupid, and I really hate it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris: &lt;/span&gt;you took a risk though and that's cool, i'm sure its not nearly as bad as you think&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yay I am cool for a risk!  I can tell people that.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"excuse my hair, I know I look like shit, but  please realize I am cool for it!!!"&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;should i walk up stairs and look or would you  rather no one looked at you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; I'&lt;/span&gt;m hiding and I don't want to talk about it because I will  cry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;seriously, I'm going to like, pee in the trashcan or  something, whenever I have to go&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat in"&gt;  &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; well did you at least do something fun this weekend to make  up for it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="salutation"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;yeah but I didn't have as much fun as I would  have if I had long hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4227520988196296782?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4227520988196296782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4227520988196296782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4227520988196296782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4227520988196296782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-severe-regret.html' title='On Severe Regret...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-1967973242950825766</id><published>2008-12-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:32:46.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice +Jasper FTW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Regarding "Twilight" again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I meant to do this a couple of weeks ago, but I've been off my game. Anyway, here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Robert Pattinson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I apologize for all of the nasty things I said about your promotional covers in my previous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; post of epic length. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Edward Cullen, and I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love, Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ... um, twice, maybe (I only paid once though, I do have some boundaries) and I loved it and I love Edward Cullen and I love Robert Pattinson and I love Alice and Jasper (my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; couple, so much cooler than Bella and Edward) and the people who played them even if they weren't utilized nearly enough, and I really wish whatever that Iron &amp;amp; Wine song at the end was had been made in time for my prom. Also, Bella was way less annoying in the movie than she is in the book, so that was cool, even if Kristin Stewart exudes bitchery even while she's acting, but, whatever. Yay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;movie! Fan, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But back to the books. So after my ''it sucks but in an addictive way'' reaction to the first book, I got the rest. And they got progressively better! Hey! To the point that I totally loved the third one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Loved. Unabashedly. But, world, now here I am stuck about halfway through the fourth and final one, and all I can say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RENESMEE?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It ... I really thought I had words going into this, but, as I was trying to explain to my new-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-fan sister who is currently in the midst of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; bliss, the fourth book IS WHACK. Currently the only character I still like is Carlisle, I am ready to go smack anyone who dares talk about the magic that is baaaaaaaaabieeeees, and I am about ready to revoke all my glowing-and-grudging praise of this epic vampire love saga if the final installment doesn't shape up and quick, because, again: WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also, there is no way in Hades that this one can ever be made into a movie anywhere in America that its target audience (you know, tween girls) will be allowed to see without adult accompaniment and nightmares for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jen. Read these books. We need to discuss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-1967973242950825766?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/1967973242950825766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=1967973242950825766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1967973242950825766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/1967973242950825766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/regarding-twilight-again.html' title='Regarding &quot;Twilight&quot; again ...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8395983069011720359</id><published>2008-12-03T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:35:38.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talented people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Is Emo'/><title type='text'>Jenny Humphrey's Pout Makes Me Nervous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/STb4iwX2J-I/AAAAAAAAATM/apDC2zRqG00/s1600-h/678593ba022d126f_Taylor-Momsen.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/STb4iwX2J-I/AAAAAAAAATM/apDC2zRqG00/s400/678593ba022d126f_Taylor-Momsen.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275677289495275490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Like seriously Little J!  What is with your face on red carpets?  We are not always doing high fashion; I'd like to see a little catalogue and see you smile and not look like you are about to bite off my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;However, your dress is amazing and I applaud your or your stylist's fashion sense.  I wonder: Jenny (Taylor, whatevs) is 15 years old.  I at 15 was wearing Doc Martens, stripe-y sweaters and a jacket similar to the one favored by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegun-cupboard.co.uk/acatalog/569barbourbedalegreen.jpg"&gt;George Costanza&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;-- and if Jenny is actually dressing herself, then she is a certified child genius, and I won't worry as much about her running around NYC to grown-up parties because she can obviously handle it.  And do my taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8395983069011720359?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8395983069011720359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8395983069011720359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8395983069011720359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8395983069011720359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/jenny-humphreys-pout-makes-me-nervous.html' title='Jenny Humphrey&apos;s Pout Makes Me Nervous...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/STb4iwX2J-I/AAAAAAAAATM/apDC2zRqG00/s72-c/678593ba022d126f_Taylor-Momsen.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-6632530100965680656</id><published>2008-12-01T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:39:17.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fictional characters I&apos;d like to cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Westwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Wanna Make Out With Chace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>Interrupting my unintentional blog neglect to say ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl &lt;/span&gt;writers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Okay. I get it. You, or someone who pays you, has a giant hard-on for Vanessa. Probably the same someone with a giant hard-on for all the boring Brooklyn-based characters in this show about Upper East Siders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; (the only one I give a pass to is Jenny, because her storylines are interesting and despite her tendency to be obnoxious, she's probably the most realistically-portrayed character on the whole show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. I could rant on that for a while, but, meh. Point? You can't make me like her. So while I accept that she's not getting written off the show any time soon, PLEASE STOP TRYING TO FORCE IT SO HARD OMFG! Ugh. So her raison d'etre is that she's Nate's One True Luv? And she finally comes down off her high, high horse and admits she was wrong ... when she is presented with material gifts! Oh, how moral and refreshingly down-to-earth. Heh. Also,  blech. You JUST started developing Nate's character in the last episode, so while he may be obscenely hot and while it was 70% adorable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(30% yucky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; that he kissed her while she was leaking snot down her face, I don't buy the looooove. It got lost after they were cute and normally developed for 13 seconds and then abandoned immediately last season. Ew, V, go back to Vermont, you stupid judgey letter-stealy bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Um, so, Jen just texted me V+N 4Eva! Apparently I lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I forget what else I was going to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3) Oh yeah. Lily's dress intrigued me greatly. Blair looked pretty. Blair's twin did as well. Everyone else, um, Swan Lake much? Oh, but also? Chuck's twin? With the Chuck mouth/Chuck face? Incredible. Like you could actually see that Ed Westwick was not 'acting' his amusement and was just straight up laughing at the kid. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Rufus/Lily bore me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-6632530100965680656?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/6632530100965680656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=6632530100965680656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6632530100965680656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/6632530100965680656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/12/interrupting-my-unintentional-blog.html' title='Interrupting my unintentional blog neglect to say ...'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2435082488916189609</id><published>2008-11-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:08:48.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heidi K'/><title type='text'>OMG This Dog Will Haunt My Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SScFeQGw6UI/AAAAAAAAATE/dU5ppBKKSC8/s1600-h/heidi_klum4300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SScFeQGw6UI/AAAAAAAAATE/dU5ppBKKSC8/s320/heidi_klum4300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271187906138007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AAAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't normally remember my dreams, or even have nightmares, and I am so glad because I know that this thing is what would be chasing me!  HIS EYES ARE BURNING INTO MY SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't even know if he HAS eyes; they just look like evil evil soul sucking cavities of evil.  Who would have thought that such a creature with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;remarkable Heidi-like hair could be so scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You know how people are always like "If I were an animal what would I be?" (ok, maybe not "always like", but you know).  Well I guess we now have the answer for Heidi.  I'd probably be a spider monkey or an otter, just to let you know.  Now please feel free to go back to being TERRIFIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2435082488916189609?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2435082488916189609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2435082488916189609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2435082488916189609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2435082488916189609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-this-dog-will-haunt-my-dreams.html' title='OMG This Dog Will Haunt My Dreams!'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SScFeQGw6UI/AAAAAAAAATE/dU5ppBKKSC8/s72-c/heidi_klum4300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3323232896370025051</id><published>2008-11-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:48:36.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee Simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney Cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumb Baby Names'/><title type='text'>On Baby Names, And Mistaking A Biblical Character For A Type Of Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSby24piw9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4me6lYt_-BM/s1600-h/jungle_book_xl_05--film-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSby24piw9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4me6lYt_-BM/s320/jungle_book_xl_05--film-B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167438617232338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; Ashlee Simpson named her baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; BRONX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Bronx Mowgli Wentz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;Mowgli like in The Jungle Book?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; BRONX. hee. heeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; Oh my god, that is not even remotely ok like Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Also, I do not believe Victoria Beckham was ever in Brooklyn to conceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; no. it's like Paris. except not as cool. and Paris was a name like when Shakespeare was writing shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yeah, so that's relatively ok, except I feel like P. Hilton has ruined the name for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; kind of like how you don't really see any Adolfs around anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha, that was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; or like Pilates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; whoa, that looks like pilates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; how do you spell Pilate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; like the Jesus killer kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;yes, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; Pilate, I Googled it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and I wrote "pontius pilate" in my search because I only know it from that thing that people recite at church before communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; good little ex-catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3323232896370025051?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3323232896370025051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3323232896370025051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3323232896370025051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3323232896370025051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-baby-names-and-mistaking-biblical.html' title='On Baby Names, And Mistaking A Biblical Character For A Type Of Exercise'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSby24piw9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/4me6lYt_-BM/s72-c/jungle_book_xl_05--film-B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-3028063475108211777</id><published>2008-11-19T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:00:38.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the zombies are here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckity beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad movies that are just bad vs awesome bad movies'/><title type='text'>Confusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last week sometime Jen and I discussed the phenomenon that is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and how thus far this has been another instance of us living under some rock while the rest of the world pees its collective pants about something pop cultural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This time, though, we came to the conclusion that this might be a bandwagon we could jump on, because we love vampires and pretty people, and the preview for the upcoming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; movie looks incredible. Incredible as in good, or incredible as in so bad it comes back around to awesome, well, that is to be determined. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pretty vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cut to Sunday morning, when I was impulse-purchasing heels at Marshalls (in my defense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Marshalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - I got two pairs that retailed at $85 and $125, respectively, for $40. Total.) and I noticed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; the book for sale in the checkout aisle for $7 and I really don't need much enabling, so, I bought that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ahem. I have finished it. Hi, world? Pants-peeing, vamp-lusting, fangirly world? It's not good. And yet, I sort of get it. It's not good, it's not well-written, it's not well-developed plot-wise, and the heroine is rather absurd. But I couldn't put it down, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;omfg, it's a series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;? I need the rest of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Right, so it's not good. As I was attempting to explain so to Jen, she said, "so is it bad like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is bad?" which is the singlemost intelligent, best question she could have asked, and the answer is both yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jen and I are the only two people I know who hated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e DaVinci Cod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, but I refuse to believe we are wrong on this. Sorry, Mr. Brown, but you wrote a crappy book that snuck its way atop the best-sellers list and at least two people noticed. Like you care anyway. Enjoy the millions. However, I look up to you as a historian. See, my (and Jen's, though she can correct me if I am wrong) main problem with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is that it was chock full of incredibly interesting historical (or biblical, if you prefer) allegories and "facts" ... that were then left abandoned and drowning without a prayer amidst an inane, retarded story. End result on my part? Rage. I had to force myself to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; suffers from a similar problem, in that the historical perspective on the vampire clan, particularly when told from the perspective of the members of the tribal reservation (not to mention their own folklore) is really cool. Aaaand there's about, I don't know, 12 pages dedicated to it out of the 500-plus worth of relatively blahhhh teen drama and somewhat creepy "love" story. However, unlike with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, teen drama and creepy love stories hold my interest, and so I kept tearing through the pages waiting for the awesome to come. It never did, really, but I'm intrigued enough to keep going. Of course, I'll probably be spitting nails by the time I finish the last book and they've all been shitty. But whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As far as the movie goes? WHEN CAN I GET MY TICKETS?! OMG I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE EDWARD ON SCREEN! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But, alas. A question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/twilightposter-thumb-420x621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 621px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/twilightposter-thumb-420x621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, of the 500-whatever pages of this book, approximately 492 of them are dedicated to reveling in Edward the sparkly (yes, sparkly - there is an entire passage in which he is sparkling in the sun and it is discussed at length), broody vampire boyfriend's insane, otherworldy beauty. Ummm ... I'm no expert, but Jen and I do also love zombies and we did dress up like zombified versions of the main characters of our favorite TV show of all time (I'll let you envision what you wish) for Halloween, and, um, Edward is really looking a little zombie here. I mean, you know, like early stage zombie, before the decaying is totally complete, and clearly he didn't get bit in the face (as I did, on Halloween), but still. Zombie-esque. AND ZOMBIES AND VAMPIRES ARE NOT THE SAME! To break it down, vampires = hot, zombies = not, this poster = not, this poster = not vampire. Yes? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also, quick research informs me that this young man, Robert Pattinson, is in fact about 400 times hotter than this poster conveys. I mean, he's hot in a dirty, mildly creepy "I don't have to shower because I am dirty British rockstar-esque and that is my thing, with my hair grease and cigarettes" kind of way that never totally gets me all hot and bothered but certainly seems to do it for plenty of chicks. But point is, I've seen the preview, and now I've read the book, and while I probably would have sought out Henry Cavill or perhaps Chuck Bass himself, I approve of the casting. I get it. Edward is a vampire, and he is physically supposed to be perfect and painfully beautiful but he is not human, so they had to get someone who is, as I put it earlier and Jen approved, kind of fuckity beautiful. They couldn't just cast Chace Crawford and call it a day. It had to be someone kind of bizarrely attractive, someone variable, who, from the wrong angle or in the wrong light probably runs the risk of coming across as downright ugly, but in the right light and at the right angle is stunning. And I feel like they got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SO WHY IS THIS YOUR AD CAMPAIGN?!!!!? OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It gets worse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/twilightcover-thumb-420x564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 564px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/twilightcover-thumb-420x564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Also of note is that they both totally dyed their hair between poster/EW cover? Wtf. At least Bella is a total super-hottie on the EW cover. TOO BAD EDWARD IS NOT AND HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE DEFINITION OF HOT. I am just so confused. His belt is kind of cool, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh yeah, also, Re: Bella, I don't really care. I don't really care about Bella. I wouldn't be friends with her character in real life, I am pretty sure. This chick appears fine for the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't wait to see this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And Jen? Vampire B&amp;amp;S? It could work ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-3028063475108211777?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/3028063475108211777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=3028063475108211777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3028063475108211777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/3028063475108211777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/confusion.html' title='Confusion.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5996249989486668453</id><published>2008-11-18T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:22:14.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake Lively'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poor Decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG'/><title type='text'>A Combo Of Elvira and Laura Ingalls Wilder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAP-eHc7X64/SSMtMoS5-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6CN8GtITok/s1600-h/88ed6a3e439aab45_Blake-Lively.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAP-eHc7X64/SSMtMoS5-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6CN8GtITok/s320/88ed6a3e439aab45_Blake-Lively.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270105683952007890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH WOW, what is this?  A boobie dress with a dash of FLDS thrown in for fun?  And do I detect (presumably knee high) leather pointy toed boots underneath that dress?  How is she so confidently striking the teapot pose in this?  Maybe Blake is a better actress than we thought!  Or maybe she is now letting her GG stylist dress her in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt; After talking further about my horror at this monstrosity with Kim, I can now seriously say that this is the Ugliest Dress I Have Ever Seen.  There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, really!  This is like Angela Chase's dream winter formal dress or something my kindergarten teacher wore in 1987.  I can't get over it.  SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5996249989486668453?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5996249989486668453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=5996249989486668453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5996249989486668453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/5996249989486668453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/combo-of-elvira-and-laura-ingalls.html' title='A Combo Of Elvira and Laura Ingalls Wilder'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cAP-eHc7X64/SSMtMoS5-tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6CN8GtITok/s72-c/88ed6a3e439aab45_Blake-Lively.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-2189448936139131038</id><published>2008-11-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:23:39.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conspiracy Theories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leggings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lindsay Lohan'/><title type='text'>Lindsay Lohan's Leggings Cost $135</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NOW WE KNOW WHY LINDSAY WAS SEEN SPORTING FRINGEY BOOTS THAT COST 1k!  At least 7.5 people have purchased her overly priced leggings!  And I am talking about the kind with KNEEPADS or ZIPPERS, people.  Well done Lindsay, I can now rest assured that you will not starve to death since you are not getting any work these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am going to start a sock line.  Some will have pom-poms, some will not, but they will all embody my youth and free spirit and general all around awesomeness.  They are $85 each.  Get in line ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-2189448936139131038?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/2189448936139131038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=2189448936139131038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2189448936139131038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/2189448936139131038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/lindsay-lohans-leggings-cost-135.html' title='Lindsay Lohan&apos;s Leggings Cost $135'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-308982232998968064</id><published>2008-11-17T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:55:47.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The OC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Wanna Make Out With Chace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip Girl'/><title type='text'>In Which We Foresee The Future:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Posted by: Kim and Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSG9uFMsicI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VoHzPXtnIJU/s1600-h/DMC12_tresc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSG9uFMsicI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VoHzPXtnIJU/s320/DMC12_tresc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701638367250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;if they actually did a vampire GG episode, I would probably die of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;write it up, pitch it to josh schwartz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I could, it will be for season 4, when GG inevitably goes crazy and gets cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; yes.  that's totally what's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;like, right after vanessa and blair start dating and serena overdoses and dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; like the last season of the OC, when Marissa was dead, and it was all, what, now we have to watch Summer and Seth and random sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; chuck and nate will turn into vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; i didn't like marissa anyway, she was totes the weak link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;it's like how i feel gg keeps telling me i care about rufus/lily vanessa, jenny, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i really don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;well, i do like jenny most of the time, her storylines are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;you know season 4 it will be the rufus/lily/v/jenny show right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but really im totally like BSNC, that's all i really care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; S and B will have gone on to film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;yeah. sigh. prob next season, jenny will be the star.  and rufus and lily are like lead couple.  i wont like it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; yeah, sigh, dan will still be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Ed Westwick will have OD'd in real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; awwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Chace will be handcuffed to my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;or at least have given up on 'acting'and been a model, like he was designed for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;duh, chace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; he screams Dolce and Gabbana to me -- like, he is their print ad boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;maybe even Versace, cause he's a little tacky but sooooooo pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; yes. they can just slick back his hair pilot-style and pile on the blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt; yup, I'm envisioning a velor red blazer, tighty whities and big leather boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;: that's what they do! I didn't create it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; it was like, the unprettiest vision of chace imagineable, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;but he'll make millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; oh yeah, and i mean, i'll still wallpaper my ceiling, it will just take me a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; and then successfully foray back into acting by being Samantha's boy toy in the 5th Sex and The City movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; oh, their futures are so bright: blake will have had 2 facelifts by the time she's 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;leighton ... i don't know. in theory she should be okay, but i could see her leaving gg to do movies and then not getting work again ever and just being D-list with carter baizen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;and vanessa will obviously disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;or be on GG, the new class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; a teacher at the prep school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; yes, exactly.  possibly married to dan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;or a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; eric is already gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;they used that one too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; oh, he'll be fine though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;he'll leave at like the end of this season to go win 4 oscars and cure aids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;i love eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-308982232998968064?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/308982232998968064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=308982232998968064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/308982232998968064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/308982232998968064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-which-we-foresee-future.html' title='In Which We Foresee The Future:'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SSG9uFMsicI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VoHzPXtnIJU/s72-c/DMC12_tresc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-4790523570910176326</id><published>2008-11-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:40:05.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Internetz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asshats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><title type='text'>My Internet Is Broken At My House And I Have Canceled All Thinking Until After The Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted by: Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SR2nLXOl1zI/AAAAAAAAASs/zmLXrm0ZvWc/s1600-h/Sleepy+Otter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SR2nLXOl1zI/AAAAAAAAASs/zmLXrm0ZvWc/s320/Sleepy+Otter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268550952748963634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is what I look like right now.  Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Excuses, excuses.  I am running the Philly Marathon next weekend and all of the training has finally caught up to me.  I am way too pooped to rifle through photos of Whitney Port's latest monstrosity or to yell about politics, because while I am PISSED about Prop 8 in CA (I have many thoughts, they will come someday, but good god people, no one wanted to teach your children sodomy and no one was gonna force you to watch, and your marriage would still be as just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;as Britney's 24 hour quicky in Vegas, I promise), I am generally still happy/smug about Obama's win.  Also, I somehow managed to break my internet at my house, and only get 2 bars when I steal from my neighbors, and I am NEGLECTING THE BLOG AND I AM SORRY.  And now I have to go back to work/alternately stare off into space out of sheer exhaustion.  Sorry dudes.  XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-4790523570910176326?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/4790523570910176326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=4790523570910176326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4790523570910176326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/4790523570910176326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-internet-is-broken-at-my-house-and-i.html' title='My Internet Is Broken At My House And I Have Canceled All Thinking Until After The Marathon'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/SR2nLXOl1zI/AAAAAAAAASs/zmLXrm0ZvWc/s72-c/Sleepy+Otter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-8358951865021621441</id><published>2008-11-13T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:15:15.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AWESOME SHOES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chace and Ed are not gay they&apos;re just roommates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Westwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing'/><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chuck/Ed is the most amazing person ever. Let's discuss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/801891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 869px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/801891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Head-to-toe velour. Paisley scarf. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loafers (or are they slippers?) adorned with skulls and crossbones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Come to think of it, I'm not sure I even can discuss, I'm too busy gawking in amazement at the level of ridiculous that has been achieved so awesomely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So obviously this is Chuck, right, not Ed, because he's complete with Chuck hair, and, like seriously, Ed's a dirty British rockstar, not an LA socialite in velour. But I'm choosing not to seek out confirmation of that fact, because the part of me that is convinced Ed is in fact turning into Chuck, thus meaning Chuck Bass has/will soon transcend television and become Real Life, really hopes this is just Ed's between-takes loungewear. Because that would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All that said, I really can't wait for whatever episode this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out that woman in the bright red pants mid-sprint and fiddling with her camera in the background. I'm just saying, could be me. I do indeed have cherry-red fleece pants, because I am both from New England and can't let college go. But they would never be my Chuck-stalking attire of choice, so, she is not me. Sadly. Because seeing this in person would have made my month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-8358951865021621441?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/8358951865021621441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=8358951865021621441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8358951865021621441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755163328396931395/posts/default/8358951865021621441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>Kim &amp;amp; Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15298341596027664023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qLMYNJfLkf8/R_E59KgHlyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PoIlVTsN688/S220/overslurp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755163328396931395.post-5059336003644853871</id><published>2008-11-13T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:00:58.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s almost my birthday next month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty things'/><title type='text'>Another contender for My Birthday Party Dress of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Posted by: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/83638141-thumb-420x632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 632px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn27/awesomekimandjen/83638141-thumb-420x632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1) Hey, America Ferrera looks fantastic. Yay, America! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) Um, I can has?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3) It's Oscar de la Renta. I suppose I can't has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4) Jen, don't you have those shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Really, though. Can somebody point me in the direction of a knockoff/ripoff/something you made yourself that looks exactly like that and you want to give to me/some free money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755163328396931395-5059336003644853871?l=youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youdontknowusbut.blogspot.com/feeds/5059336003644853871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6755163328396931395&amp;postID=
