This week, lots of things blew my mind. All very sad too. Obviously, the tragedy in Haiti is just awful. I feel so bad for the people there, dealing with all of the mass devastation. There really aren't words to describe it.
And by no means a comparable comparison, this whole Heidi Montag situation strikes me as really sad. (But obviously it's nothing compared to Haiti.) Have you seen the new issue of People magazine? Here's the cover:
Basically, my friend (and one of my Twitter followers) Heidi unveils her 10 (10!!!!!!!) new cosmetic procedures. Among other things, she had her ears pinned back, another nose job, another breast augmentation, a butt augmentation, liposuction, eyebrow lift and fat injections. And that's only seven of them. I'm missing three. I guess I'm sad mostly because of the example this sets for young girls, and I feel bad that she's such an unhappy person. And I don't think she's any prettier. I think she looks like a man now. And not in a good way, because I like men. I also just don't think she could get anymore deluded or contrived. There are bad things going on inside her head, and I think she needs help. Quick.
The third thing that really bummed me out this week happened just this morning. I was in my car on my way to work, around 6:45am, when I noticed a man yelling at the ground. Only he was yelling at his little dog, who was cowering in fear, shaking and partly rolled over on his back. Then the man kicked the dog, and reached over grabbing him with his two man-hands by the fur on his little furry back, shaking him violently. I seriously thought I was going to die watching this. When the man finally saw me starring, I had slammed on my brakes in the middle of an intersection, and I starred him down with a glare in my eyes and my jaw wide open in disbelief for a whole 15 seconds.
Then I called the police.
But they couldn't do anything with out his address. So a warning, you dog-abuser-worst-scum-on-the-face-of-the-earth man, I'm looking for you, and you are going down.
YOU. ARE. GOING. DOWN.
And if I were a man, I would have gotten out of my car and kicked the man where it counts. But I'm not. And so I went to work.
And now here I am, on a mission to save the poor little innocent dog from a horrific person who regrettably lives in my neighborhood.
I'm going to a birthday party tonight (Happy Birthday, Jon!) and then am running a million miles with Running Buddy Selena in the morning followed by shopping the farmer's market and a much needed massage tomorrow afternoon. I plan on relaxing this weekend, along with hunting that dog-abuser.
Wow. It was a really long week.
I need a margarita.