Migraines and X-Files

As I sit in bed with a debilitating headache, I find that I have nothing else to do but blog, since anything involving sound makes me want to put my head under my mattress and die. Light isn't bothering me so much anymore. I very much wish I could watch the X-Files. But again with the sound. So some thoughts.

David Duchovny is perfect. Okay well Fox Mulder is perfect. David Duchovny is kind of a pig.... But that's not important right now. And I feel like men should be more like Mulder. He's honest, he doesn't try to hide his nerdy side, and he believes in what he does. Also he's smokin hot. But anyone who has eyes already knows that.

Legging's are not pants. I don't know how much more I can stress that. I mean, in the privacy of my own home, I usually skip a bra and wear a swimsuit top instead because they're wicked comfortable. But that doesn't mean it's acceptable to leave my house wearing a swimsuit. Leggings are things to be reserved to the privacy of one's own home, or under pants. I'm not going to pretend that I don't wear leggings to add another layer to protect from the bitter Laramie wind. But you can't see every crevice of my a** since I put jeans on over the top. So if you frequently wear leggings as pants, next time, consider that people don't want to see all your junk, and throw a pair of jeans over the top.

I think it's about time for some more pain killers so I'm going to sign off for now.

Fist pumpin' like a champ,

Rock