First, Lady Gaga shows up at the VMA's covered in meat. Then arrives at the Grammy's in an egg. She's only about two red carpets away from being a Denny's Grand Slam.
I always wonder if the people sitting near me at church every Sunday are unsettled by the fact that I look like I'm taking my communion like a shot of cheap vodka because I'm still in party mode from Saturday night.
My alarm clock and I had a fight this morning. It wanted me to get up, I refused...things escalated. Now I'm awake and it's broken. I am not sure who won the fight.