It’s raining. Normally rainy days put a smile the size of Dwayne Johnson’s left pectoral muscle on my face, but today I’m not feelin it. Maybe it was all the chemicals brushed onto my scalp this morning, or having to sit on a backless stool for two hours while a group of stylists gawked at me and the two other hair models…
That said, I have orange and red streaks in my hair! To match my fiery soul and flammable hair products.
Talk about seasonal depression…this headline is so incredibly harrowing: “With no job and 5 kids, ‘better to end our lives’.” I’m going to hide in a hole indefinitely. Or I’ll go to work tonight and I’ll remember to be thankful and try to regain hope and faith and all those other elusive little words.
In other, not quite as disturbing (and probably not even worth talking about) news…there’s that upcoming not-original-in-any-way/shape/form film, 17 Again, hitting theatres in April. Recently I caught the trailer and I was like, who decided that casting Matthew Perry as an older Zac Efron was a good idea? And I’m not going to brainstorm any middle aged actors who would’ve made a better choice because Zac Efron makes me uncomfortable. So does Vanessa Hudgens. Here’s the sophisticated reason why: They’re icky. I don’t care if you make Disney lots of money and you sing impossibly catchy songs…you guys are icky. And this movie will be too! I can just imagine the field day the screenwriters had inserting incest jokes throughout. Experience the ick: