What’s up with that, Wilco???

Let me just preface this by saying that I love Wilco so much. I’m super excited because they finally added some St. Louis dates to their tour and we got our tickets last week. So tonight I got to wondering things like who will be opening for them at the show. I did a little googling and couldn’t find anything. That’s when I was struck with the brilliant idea of looking on their myspace site. So I go to MY myspace because I’m myspace friends with them. Yes, I realize that does not make us actual friends, but bands send out bulletins with good info sometimes. Shaddup. Anyway, when I went to click on them in my friends list, THEY WERE NOT THERE. Gone. No longer was I myspace friendsies with Wilco. Now I’m concerned because what band with 2039482093842 friends actually goes through and deletes their friends?? I had to do something pretty bad! I haven’t been phished lately so I couldn’t have been sending them crazy comments about getting a free purse at Macy’s or checking out the nekkid pics of JoJo at the crazy party 2 weeks ago. (Note: I was not at a crazy party 2 weeks ago) I didn’t TP their houses or egg their cars. I haven’t even gone so far as to have a bad thought about them! All seems to be well now because I sent a new request and was refriended a couple of seconds later. I am still baffled though. What if the next step is taking away my concert tickets?! :O Whatever it was, Wilco, I’m sorry. I hope we can remain myspace BFF’s forevah and evah. Write back soon. LYLAS!

Yuck!

I had to stay home from work sick today with the dreaded flu. The flu stuff started in the middle of the night last night, but this morning I also awoke to a brand new horror. Apparently I was snoring so hard last night that it made my uvula swell up to a ginormous size. Ugh. It feels like there is a ping pong ball lodged in my throat, and it’s not comfortable. Trust. Now I have all these weird fears of doing something stupid like trying to actually swallow my uvula in my sleep. I’m not sure what would happen with that, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.

UPDATE:  OMG My mom just called me on the phone and I can’t even talk right.  I hope this crap is gone by tomorrow.  Stupid snoring. 

The Problem with February

Let’s face it, there is way more wrong with February than just one thing.  I’m sure there are maybe 26 or more people who are actually fans of February.  I am judging them harshly right now.  Get your priorities in order before it’s too late, Friends of February!  Unless your birthday is this month.  Then you get a pass.   I now present to you, in bulleted format for your reading convenience, reasons why February is worthless.

• It’s still winter.  I have way more love for winter than I do for summer, but enough is enough. 
• Awkward pronunciation.  “February” just does not simply roll off the tongue.  What’s with the random R stuck in the middle there all haphazardly? 
• Valentine’s Day.  V Day can suck it.  Usually I’m not one of those people that hate the holiday when I’m single, but being freshly dumped gives me a whole new perspective on things.  Kiss my ass, Valentine’s Day!
• Leap year.  My happy birthday is less than one month away.  So why does February have to be all rude and add an extra day standing betwixt me and a joyous celebration of the day of my birth?  Not cool, February.

Now after reading those compelling arguments, how can anyone disagree?  February sucks.  Effyouary.