The least fun place, at a place that was supposed to be fun ... ugh!
I won an all expense paid trip for 2 from my company; 4 days, 3 nights. It is a prestigious award to win, yada yada yada.
The weather sucked the whole time, and MW got completely shit-faced at the award banquet and totally embarrassed me. I was mortified.
Horrific Smelling Farts From Strangers
I DJ at a bar on the weekends. I don't know why, but apparently bars, and booze, and farts all go together. It never fails; every single weekend, somebody in that place ate rotten armadillo, and has the heinous smelling gas to prove it.
Not having my order taken first at a restaurant.
When I go out to eat with my boyfriend, I expect my order to be taken first. It's just good manners. Ladies first, and all. However, more often than not, they ask him first. To his credit, he always corrects the waitress by saying, "Take the lady's order first."
As I think about this and look around, I find there are many useless things in my home. The most obvious is my checkbook. It's totally useless because there is no cash in the vault to back it up. A few other things are, the vacuum cleaner (completely useless, unless plugged in and actually USED.) The lava lamp I got for my birthday - it makes retarded looking lava lumps. Also, the majority of my clothes are useless ... they don't fit!
Well, the sad truth is; while I certainly detest evasiveness, and indirect answers are quite unacceptable, I'm sure the explanation lies deep within the psyche of the deeply disturbed individual who is my alter ego. Said another way, essentially I'm not responsible - I'm nuts!
Or does anyone else feel the way I do about Adam Lambert?
In my humble opinion, his voice actually hurts my head. He screeches, and screams, and quite frankly, I find him insufferable.
Listen, I know right now he's the patron saint of gay men everywhere (move over Liza Minelli !) but gay or not, he's simply not the next American Idol! Furthermore, I find it to be just wrong for a professional to be a contestant on that show. I mean, isn't the whole idea to "discover unknown talen?" He's been performing professionally for some time - come on!
Most people I talk to really want to see Danny Gokey win. Yes, he has talent. Yes, he has a sad story. Yes, he looks to be a sincerely nice guy - BUT - I can't see him becoming a huge recording star either.
On the other hand ... this kid Allison Iraheta... wow! Amazing! Only 16 years old, and singing like a seasoned pro. Here's someone who can (and will) be a huge recording star. Granted, I'm not a fan of her genre, but shit - talent is talent.
Gooooooo Allison!
And what about poor Matt, and Lil? My money says they're both going home tonight.
And oh, by the way; Chris' performance of "She Works Hard For The Money" was absolutely genius last night. I was saying "Wow, I hear Carlos Santana," before Paula took the words right out of my mouth!
So they say that once a woman has a hysterectomy, weight gain is inevitable. My doctor told me to prepare to gain some weight.
I had my surgery in July 07. To date, I have gained 13 pounds.
13 pounds is not a lot you say? Well I say, bullshit. It's a lot!
I'm too fat for my skinny clothes, and too skinny for my fat clothes. What am I supposed to do now?
Have you any clue how expensive business suits are?
I'm totally disgusted. Nothing fits. NOTHING!
Tomorrow I'm joining the gym again. I refuse to accept this. Period!
Times are bad ... Everywhere.
My house is no exception.
Every night, for the last 20 years, I make a point to watch the evening news. Lately though, I just can't bear to. I'm so tired of the "Economy Crisis," of hearing "The jobless rate is at the highest it's been since the great depression." All I can think of are the people from the HBO program Carnivale.
The show took place during the depression, in the dustbowl. People were just dead ass broke, and things were horrid. That's what these times remind me of.
Tonight I saw a woman who used to come to my karaoke show, and I asked her where she's been. She said her husband's hours got cut down to 28 per week, and they just couldn't afford to go out anymore. I can relate.
Things around here are stretched to the limit. MW isn't earning a dime, and I've still got my brother to support.
No matter how much money a person makes; when you're trying to maintain two households, it just doesn't work.
I shouldn't be so down. At least I do have a job - and a very good one. I know this thing with my brother isn't forever (but it feels like it), and MW isn't my problem. Sooner or later, he's going to have to put up or get out. Things will get better, but in the meantime, I'm the only person I know earning six figures who can't make ends meet. It sucks out loud.
