St. Patrick's Day

So, Happy National Beer Day.
Thanks to my fantastic stomach flu I don't think I will be partaking in the festivities. My roommates make fun of me because I always say I'm going to happy hour, and then always come up with a lame excuse on whyI not only DIDN'T go to happy hour, but seemed to spend a few hours at the gym instead. I don't know. Maybe I haven't totally given up on my "trophy wife" dream. Wait. yes I have. Besides, I have brown hair...that would make me a Desperate Housewife.
Hey, so I was reduced to reality television last night. Seriously, pray for my soul. Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. Men, this is all I want to say. If these two idiots ever show up with 5 million cameras in your local bar, McDonalds, national zoo, etc, buy a lot of stuff and then look around helplessly claiming they have no money to pay for it, DON'T be THAT GUY in the back who's like "Hey, I'll pick up the tab". These girls are gogillionaires. They have money. You will not look cool. You will look stupid. On national television. And then I will write about you on my web page. And we will all laugh.

What's up with the hatred of my picture? Just for that, I'm going to start posting every picture I have of myself winking. And believe me, there are many. Andrew from Minneapolis (CU Baby!)- and Andrew from P-Town, You guys rock! Thanks for your disclaimers. Annonymous Andrew, I'm hot on your trail and by the way, you're siding with my MOTHER. (Losing MAJOR cool points my friend).