Gotta love Kelly Clarkson.  She rocked it on SNL this weekend. She’s on track to make her latest album, All I Ever Wanted, the #1 album in the country. I can’t get “My Life Would Suck Without You” out of my head.

According to Blender magazine, Kelly says, “Anyone who says they don’t [pee in the shower] is lying.”

Hmmm.

Well, I guess props to her to bringing her, uh, quirks to light!

And dirty habits you have that you wanna dish on?

My weekend was pretty crazy. It had to be. I’m Irish!

After I got off the air Saturday afternoon I went down to meet some friends of mine downtown where all the madness was. And I’m not gonna lie-I was pretty disappointed.

The crowds and sloppiness and loudness were one thing. I’m not TOO old where I can’t handle a good and rowdy bar once in a while. But do ya wanna know what realllllllly ticked me off?

All of the drunk guys who hit on me and my friends. Ugh.

Yeah, it happens. You go out to a bar, you get the drunk annoying guy who insists on buying you a drink and you be as nice as you can while trying to ignore him. But on St. Patrick’s Day it’s impossible to deal with…because those drunk annoying guys are EVERYWHERE.

And they’re not just drunk and annoying. They’re PLASTERED. They’re sloppy. They smell like beer and B.O. They’re wearing fugly, obnoxious hats and beads and ugly green shirts. To those dudes: How the hell can you possibly think you are attractive and can get a girl acting, looking, and SMELLING like THAT???

And here’s the kicker. When you turn them down and try to ignore them, they don’t get the hint and go away like the ONE drunk dude you meet an any other night. They get MAD because they’ve been drinking all day and think they’re Irish. P.S., just because you’re wearing a stupid hat and have been drinking guinness all day does NOT make you Irish. Anyway.

So now you have this sloppy drunken dude getting pissed off and telling all of his buddies, and now you have a large group of stupid looking smelly drunk douchebags calling you the c-word.

Good times.

The only way around this mess is if YOU have been drinking all day as well and you look just as silly. Then I think your patience and tolerence for douchebaggery goes up a little bit. More power to ya. Unfortunately, I didn’t have that luxury this year.

I guess I’ll try my luck at meeting new guys the other 364 days of the year.

So after that long rant, if I had to sum up St. Paddy’s Parade day, I think it’d be:

Drunk smelly douchebags, you suck.

Your turn!

(The pic is courtesy of cowboypartypics.)

So far, operation “I’m not dating anyone for a year” has been a success.

Honestly, it hasn’t been hard…I’m not out there looking. There are no prospects. If anything, I’m secretely dating HGTV and beer.

But, I think I might make an exception to my “no dating” rule…

The sugar daddy.

The older, wealthy gentlemen who frequents bars and restrauants where the dinner bill is as much as my car payment.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to a nice bar & have seen older men in nice suits buying drinks for their young, pretty, well-dressed and blinged out lady friend. 

Great restaurants, amazing vacations, jewelry, designer clothes and bags…what a life!

I think a sugar daddy would be a great exception to my “rule.” It’s not like I want to have a future with a sugar daddy. I don’t want to marry him. I just want to be treated well for a little while!

But what happens behind closed doors when you’re dating a sugar daddy? Barf. Maybe if it was possible to be just friends with a sugar daddy, and he’d still buy you presents, I’d be up for it. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s how it works.

What do you think? Is it worth it to date a “sugar daddy” ?