You can probably tell everything you need to know about someone by their car and when they do their taxes. Me. Slightly messy car = I’m more adult than I was, but still disorganized. Taxes done on the day they are due = responsible procrastinator. I will do those tonight, at some point, I think. Sometimes I incentivize myself when I have chores I need to do. If I do my taxes tonight, then I can go to Rihanna tomorrow night. Yes, I know. Rihanna. Bad example, vulgar, and undeniably intriguing. She is hands down one of, if not my #1 absolute favorite pop artist right now. I have never seen her show and I don’t know why, but I really want to. I know she probably lip-synchs and I know she’ll probably be late, but I want to go be entertained by her badness. She is so beautiful and edgy and I just love everything about her. Minus the whole domestic violence thing. I think I’m going to put together Rihanna-y outfit and hit the town. Or maybe I’ll just get all dressed up and get in my car and then turn around and go back home like I seem to do every time I try and go out during the week.
On another note. I had a sports cry yesterday. More so because now I definitely don’t have a shot at dating Adam Scott. I was excited to see him win and not be a blubbering mess like last year’s winner Bubba Watson. Guys need to keep the crying to a minimum. Adam did it just right. But now that he’s all big time Master’s champ, there’s no way. Not like I had a chance before, but I could at least fantasize about it. I wonder if he lets his friends wear the green jacket? Do they get to take those home? Tiger probably let the strippers wear his.