Tangents? Who needs 'em?

So, here are a few non-tangential thoughts I've had in the last week or so. They're mostly shallow, so you've been warned.

1. Runway models are so thin that they often don't have much endowment in the breastal region. So, when they wear low-cut dresses, it doesn't look suggestive (or, in some cases, downright sluttish) because there's no cleavage. Then, when regular women with regular bodies buy the clothes, half of the clothes look bizarre, sometimes even mismatched with the wearer. (And the other half of the clothes look sluttish unless altered in some way.) This sucks for regular people. Like me.

2. Reese's easter eggs are the best because they have the perfect ratio of chocolate shell to fake peanut butter. Same with the Reese's Christmas trees. They should be available year round.

3. Susan Sarandon is much better looking when she's animated, a la Enchanted. I wonder what I would look like animated...

4. I really want a puppy. Preferably a Pomeranian. I love those little non-shedding fluffballs. If I had one, it could serve as a loyal, adorable companion and an awfully cute duster. Win-win.

5. I hate it when I buy a bottle of nail polish that looks awesome but actually isn't when I paint my nails, regardless of the number of coats. Fuh.

6. I also hate how inconsiderate tall and/or large people can be at concerts. Short people have a hard time seeing, and even though our centers of gravity are lower, it doesn't make it okay for you to push us around. For that matter, I don't like being pushed by anyone. If you want to get by, say excuse me, otherwise I'm going to make it that much harder for you to get by. My low center of gravity helps.

7. There's not much I want to see in theatres lately that I haven't already seen. I hope this changes soon. I can only think of three things I want to see. I (admittedly) acknowledge might suck but want to see regardless (21); one (Run Fatboy Run) has Simon Pegg, who is one of the funniest men on the planet; and the other...well, I'm praying it is as awesome as it looks.

8. Whoops, I lied. Tangent: I really hope Leatherheads doesn't suck. As much as I love John Krasinski, License to Wed is a nightmare I'd like to forget. That said, Leatherheads does have one strong thing (other than John Krasinski) working for it: no Robin Williams. Also, isn't Carter Rutherford a sexy name? (Hint: the answer is yes, most definitely.)