Damn you, Scarlett.

See? We were soooo over you after the whole senseless Ryan Reynolds engagement thing. We thought you'd wait for us. Seriously. We sing. We play geetar. We have that whole confident yet wicked shy thing going on. We have, dare we say, *swagger*.

So we were soooo over you. We even joined the Match.com, which we are now obsessed with for no reason other than it's fun to see Communism at its worst, to prove that we are sooooo over you.

And then the Egotastic! posts pictures of you naked in a pool.

And we're back to drinking and blogging and crying and listening to Rhianna radio on the Pandorae. And thinking of you.

Grrrr.

Steeeeeerike One!

"i (sic) am looking for my male counterpart," she says. "I know my strengths as well as my weaknesses. It would be great to meet a guy who has a similar balance and who understands that "perfection" is more about the actual connection or chemistry between two people, rather then someone who meets specific requirements."

OK. She has a point with the whole perfection thing. But really? All we want is someone who capitalizes the pronoun "I" properly. We'd also like someone who gives us good, um, back scratches and rhymes with chor-- well, nevermind.

CONGRATULATIONS!

"You've just subscribed to Match.com. Your new love life awaits."

*Sigh*

The Way We Are

So all we wanted to do, really, was run to Timbaland's not-so-new hot joint, "The We You Are." Nevermind the grammar, you. We just wanted to run.

Then our iPod wouldn't update. Then with the low disk space. Then with the breaking down and flatout deleting Kate Frost (Google it -- as Sarah Silverman says, "It'll be a great later joke"). OK. Don't Google Kate Frost. Lord knows what you'll find.

Anyway, our iTunes done disappeared after multiple attempts to sync last night. Then again with the low disk space and maybe we should defrag but we can't because oh with the goddamn low disk space and we deleted Isabella Soprano too (just sayin': addiction is sooooo 2005) and then with the downloading new versions of iTunes and can't because, you guessed it, *poof* low disk space.

Dell's suck, by the way. We might invest in these new "Mac" "Books."

But wait. Voila. The iTunes suddenly loaded and then with the syncing. And now we have the Weezer and a fantastic run mix that we can't use until 12 hours from now. The Dell Gods suck, too.

So yeah, aren't you glad we're back blogging not so subtley about deleting large files that we really shouldn't be wasting anymore time staring at?

So...

Gossip Girl isn't that bad.