Trashed and Scattered

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. 

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.

I’m at work, but only because if I had to spend one more minute on my couch, I would have lost my mind. I’ve been sitting around all weekend, moping over one of the worst sore throats I’ve had in my life. And being grateful it wasn’t moving into my sinuses.

But it is moving into my sinuses now. I should just kill myself and get it over with.  Oh yeah, and Nickolas is leaving again tonight.

::pout::

Dear God.  I really, really hate Blogger.  And hello to all.  I have been battling with Blogger and Google over passwords, usernames, switch dates and the like for nearly a month.  No, I havent been killed off, and I havent forgotten you all.  I have, however wanted to kill the folks over at Blogger and I have wanted to forget about blogging all together.  But, I havent.  No matter how hard I try, I cant seem to stop wanting to blog.  Weird.  I usually get bored with something like this after just a couple of weeks, but since I started blogging almost three years ago, I have been more in tune with my needs and wants.  Go figure, all those crazy journal keeping freaks I used to make fun of in high school were right.

Anyhow, if you have still been interested in the happenings of this neurotic twenty something Seattle transplant, you’ve obviously gone to my blog over at Blogger (Assholes-R-Us) and found the address to this little post.  You will also be happy to know (I hope) that Nickolas and I are in fact still together, enjoying the time we get to see one another (he has been travelling so effing much lately!) and the fact that yes, we are still having amazing sex (thanks, Mol).  Also, I have been promoted at work, which is awesome, and yes, school is still kicking my slowly expanding ass (I have gained 8 lbs since Christmas!!), although I try not to bitch about it too much since I really do love it deep down.

 Well Peaches, I am late for a meeting and I probably ought to stop by the bathroom on my way downstairs so I dont pee my pants in front of some very important people.  Now, all together, lets hope and pray that WordPress doesnt get fucked in the head and tag team up with Google, or we’re all fucked.