We’re NOT in Vegas

I would like to personally thank the Red Bull folks for periodically stopping by the station with their silver cans of goodness.  I’m a fan of RB, usually I’m a sugar free girl.  Sugar filled RB only makes its way into my system if it’s mixed with Tito’s or I’m in Vegas.  On this Friday, I am sadly, NOT in Vegas.  So I left the sugar packed RB for someone else to enjoy.

I watched Lipstick Jungle last night and I didn’t hate it.  I do, however still abhor the title.  Brooke S., bless her heart, looks a little older than she did waay back in the toothpaste commercials with the baby.  They had to have been shot months ago.  Those same spots that concidently, BTW, were strategically placed within the show that she stars.  I do like that Andrew McC is a rich punk with a soft spot for Victory (Go Lindsay, Go!).  I, by the way, would have little to no problem with a guy sending a private jet for me…and a cupcake?!  The cupcake, to me, is more meaningful.  Maybe that’s because I love them and due to my stupid body’s “food sensitivities” I haven’t gotten to have one in months.  Well, expect for the mini-cupcake I had last night.

But miniature things don’t count.  Right?

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