Filed under: Life Happens
I spent entirely too much time watching TiVo this weekend…I caught up on Heroes, Grey’s Anatomy, and LOST. I’d missed a ton of each, too, so there was a LOT of TiVo’ing going on.
I also dragged my butt off the couch, showered, sliced two toes open, and Nickolas and I had dinner with Dave and Corrine, hemorrhaging toes be damned. Where we ate loads, talked lots, and laughed tons. We need to hang with those homies more often.
Later I swung downtown to have a drink or two at the Nightlite with a friend who was also providing me with a ticket to the Blonde Redhead show. Thumbs up on the show. I didn’t even stain my cute froggy shoes with blood, with all the standing and hopping and trying to see around the sudden influx of tall people. Taller than me, no less. I am already 5 foot eleven. Tall people in Seattle, what gives? I guess something about tallness and Blonde Redhead goes together well, huh?
Sunday was filled with shopping errands…a simple trip to Target led to Trader Joe’s, which led to the liquor store (Capitol Hill Liquor Store, I heart you for being open on Sundays), which led to the QFC, and finally to home where I resolved not to buy anything ever again.
Only I just bought a Roomba online. All that duct tape weaving this morning must have rotted my brain (I made the ugliest belt ever for a proposal…what, ten year olds are supposed to make it!). My cat better love that shit.
Filed under: Rants and Other Bullshit
Hey kids. It seems like forever since I have had a post of any substance on here, so lets continue the tradition, shall we? I’ve not been keeping the closest finger on the pulse of the celebrity world lately, but there are a few things I would like to bitch about today, so here goes:
1. What the fuck is up with Britney Spears? I mean, really. Spending Easter courtside at a Laker game instead of home with her kids? And dont even get me started on the state of her hair – or lack thereof. Really, can someone please tell me – for a woman with loads and loads of money and any celebrity stylist at her disposal – why in the name of everything holy, Britney cannot find a wig that looks real? I grew up with a mom that wore wigs, and seriously? I never would have mistaken my mother for a My Little Pony or a drag queen. Honestly. I have even been listening to her CDs lately in a deluded attempt to channel the comeback of the Brit I thought I knew and loved, but, unfortunately, I think her day in the sun has passed. Much as I hate to admit it. Dammit. I just want to slap the shit out of her.
2. Larry Birkhead is the father. I ask you: Who the fuck cares? Seriously. Duh.
3. Donald Imus: Everyone is racsist. Even if just a little. Get over it, people. You honestly think there is one black man or mexican in the world that hasnt thought of all us white people as dumb crackers? You think there is one Asian in America or anywhere else for that matter that isnt pissed because there arent more mainstream Asian singers, actresses, whatever? Get. Over. It. We are all racsist to a point. Most of us just arent honest enough to admit it.
Filed under: Life Happens
I was going to give you an update on my trip to Utah and all the fun I had, but it’s too much effort to encapsulate so many things in a brief post. So while I collect my thoughts, snippets from work emails I’ve written today:
Easy! Marry rich. I’m still working on that one.
People expecting me to, you know, work. How rude of them.
It’s not impossible, it’s just mildly illegal. Here’s how:
We should do an extended happy hour or something.
A sofa is a fancy couch.
I had lots of fish food in my purse, not fun.
Life without me DOES suck, doesn’t it?
Tada! I am boring.
Filed under: Rants and Other Bullshit
About a month ago, I ran out of birth control pills. About two months ago, strapped for cash, I decided to let my prescription lapse…I could either eat, or I could get pills. A) I need food, and B) I’m getting laid so infrequently that this is not a huge issue. There are these fancy things called condoms, what a brilliant idea!
Except I’ve been on the pill fairly regularly since I was 17. I turn 29 in some months. I also take (took) some strong-ass pills, and I took them pretty much year round (I had three or four periods a year).
I’d forgotten what life un-hormoned is like. First of all, if you had contact with me last week and I acted like a drooling idiot, it’s because I was missing half the blood in my body. But what really hit me the hardest was the emotions. Friday night I flaked on plans I’d made, stayed in, downed a bottle of wine, read a book, and felt generally cool with life.
Saturday morning I woke up sobbing, and did not get out of bed until 4PM (okay, I did get up to pee). FOUR PEE EM. At which point I had a small freakout and had to get out of the house just to smoke and drive around aimlessly. On my way back to my apartment, dreading more crying and more bed, I texted a Corrine. Five minutes later I was tromping over to her place, where marathon movie viewing ensued.
Sunday I woke up to another text, proposing more movies and grease covered food. Oh, and I took a trip to the used bookstore on the way.
Am feeling marginally better now, with a belly full of grease and a few more movies under my belt. Might pick up strong-ass pill prescription this afternoon.
