Random Rants

I hate Hollywood.  Well, not hate hate, but I'm pretty irate with them right now.  My car was overheating, so I pulled over and popped the hood to take a look at it.  The problem (besides the overheating car) was that I chose to wear my hair down today and didn't have an emergency hair tie in my car or on my wrist.  What, you're asking, does this have to do with Hollywood?  Let me tell you.  Long, silky flowing hair on a Hollywood actress working on a car is H-O-T.  Think Angelina Jolie in "Gone In 60 Seconds" or Megan Fox in "Transformers".  Case in point:  I just asked Jay and Devon what the hot actress' name was in Transformers and they didn't even have to think to pop out "Megan Fox."  WTF?

Now, let me tell you the reality.  It effing sucks!  My long, silky flowing hair was nothing but a pain in the ass today.  Every time I bent over the car to take a look, it fell in my face.  Or a breeze would come up and blow my hair across my eyes.  Or worse, it would blow my hair into my mouth.  Gag!  And there's nothing sexy about trying to hold your hair back with one hand and poke around the engine with the other.  At least nothing sexy enough for anyone to stop and help.  Maybe being a size zero with double D boobs is also a requirement, not just the long, silky flowing hair.  I hate Hollywood.

And while I'm totally on a bitch, let's talk about iPods.  I'm the only one in the house without some sort of music player, so I whined at my boss and told him I deserved one for all of the referrals I've gotten for the school.  He gave me one.  Now I want to shove it up his arse!  I got brave, dug it out and plugged it into the computer to start putting some music on it.  Let the cussing begin.  I got it plugged in, registered it with Apple and tried to set up my library.  It took me exactly TWO songs to decide it's not f*cking worth it.  I found the music on my computer that I wanted to put on it, but can I just click and drag?  NO!  Can I choose more than one song to load at a time?  NO!  It was all I could do to keep from chucking the effing mess out the picture window, including the computer.  One of the kids is going to have to load my iPod because just the thought makes me homicidal.  I'm sure once the damned thing is loaded, I'll like it just fine, but until then my boss better not turn his back to me or I may just pull a "Man On Fire" on him.