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Tuesday, May 27, 2003
:::Bend it Like Posh Spice:::
So I finally saw Bend it Like Beckham, and I must say it was a REALLY good movie. One of those one's that you walk out of all happy like. My friend G. really liked the eye-candy part about the girls running around in sports bras and shorts! Anyway, it wasn't really all that deep or anything, but just a good you can overcome anything flick! I must also say that Jonathan Rhys Meyers is a complete babe. Nothing like a lean sexy Euro-boy with those damn cheekbones to totally get me going! Not since Velvet Goldmine had I seen him in anything recently, but I liked him better in this flick. I hear he's in Prozac Nation too...
Anyhoo, this also inspires my inner athlete, as that I keep thinking I REALLY need to hit the track. I need to start on my road work, so that I can get the boxing thing going. Three miles seems like a lot. I use to do a ton, but that was forever ago now. I can't believe I actually ever did 3 hour workouts 5 days a week. I sorta wish I'd never let that slip...who knows ... but then the "Who knows?" in life will really kill you!
I am a really big drowner of a person too much of the time. Swimming in all the "what ifs" of it all. I guess I just get sort of down on the fact that people are really sad. Like G. was telling me about this poor lady at his work that fancies him, and how like...well not to be rude, but she's bigger than me...and well on top of that unlike me she has absolutely no life due to this, and calls her cats her children. And so he tries to avoid her, not make eye contact etc. Yet she still invites him to lunch--the nerve of her?! Eh?
Which brings me to the point that to be honest with you, it is better to have flipper arms, than be fat in this country. See since I am moderately successful, and have what could be considered a passable personality, I am at least on the level where I am allowed to have some friends--the kind that tell you how much they like you for you...and no they don't see you as being fat--well not like those "OTHER" fat people...you're so cool and nice! God forbid should I be some little office flower that shops in the Walmart fat corner, and calls my cats my children.
No wonder people will let surgeons alter their bowels to become acceptable--so that then maybe some ass of a man will decide to take them off the cow market. People would rather lose limbs, eat worms, or take speed than be a fatty.
I think though that it is this level of shame that traps most people in the land of the portly and ignored. For if an entire world shames you, and to break out of it, you'd have to put yourself in some sort of gym prison, eat lettuce all day, and be pointed at as you walk in your chafe inducing warm-up pants...how many people can take that?
One more thought, have you ever noticed that if someone is anorexic they often land in some sort of treatment facility. These dumb bitches that will only eat an apple a day...people are so concerned that they'll waste away and die, that they'll do anything to save them. What the world needs now is more Karen Carpenters, let me tell ya!
Yet you look at fat America, and everyone says, "Serves you right, lay off the twinkies."
Sunday, May 11, 2003
:::The Love Dingy:::
OK, so I finally found a boy, and in fact he is a very nice boy, with very nice boy parts. His name is J. And no he is not my H.S. ex R. (R. decided to have a stripper party in his apartment last week...so um yeah, I guess he isn't ready to be a one chicken kind of guy right now!) No big loss. I like R. a lot, always will, but I know that we don't have like that Dawson's Creekability thing going on at all!
So anyhow, it has been a hella couple of weeks for moi. The end of an era, and the last couple of weeks I have to deal with the two bitches that work under me--long story. The funny thing about J. is that I have known him since I started my professional gig at the station, and I've had like this hella crush on him forever. (Hella's the word of the week, BTW) He is an awesome guy. So awesome that I pretty much thought I had a better chance of getting hit in the head by a piece of Oklahoma twister shingle debris than ever getting a shot with my boi!
The real DL is that I got invited to a bowling party for another dept. in my building, and he was there. We were kinda friendly at bowling...basically I got a nice backrub, and some nice hand on knee action! Anyway, then I went out for Indian food with my sis, and met up with everyone at Crickets. Then we headed to a friends of his house, and I basically poured out my heart to him while we watched 9 1/2 Weeks on Satellite! The freaky part is that he was surprisingly cool about it, and yeah it was a good night.
So now I find myself trying to wait it out until Monday, when we have like a coffee date, before he skips town on Wed. Yup, how suckariffic is that? He is heading down South to see some family and stuff, so the timing is pretty wack! But then that's the story of my life.
Monday, May 5, 2003
:::Kiss the Pole:::
I hate being broke. It is the worst feeling in the world. Especially when I am in debt up to my eyeballs...well not really, more like my tube socks. But still I have not paid any of my bills in like a month. (And yeah, certain unexpected happenings didn't help matters...in fact it took my entire last paycheck!)
Anyway, so I went back to the Hut to answer phones for extra cash in Jan. and up until now, I've kept it up. But then last week I decided that there is no fucking way I could keep living on what I've been making lately, and with graduation comes the end of the radio era, and the end of my steady paycheck! So like a good desperate girl, I went back and hit the road again.
I really liken delivery driving to stripping! In one two day weekend stint of driving I made over the entirety of my two week phone girl pay check! So like a stripper that swears to her boyfriend that she's only going to waitress at the club, I find myself back on the stage once again.
I just thank God they don't make you wear stilettos or go topless to deliver pizza!
Monday, April 28, 2003
:::Girl Fight:::
Lately Saturday night belongs to HBO and boxing! I've been hanging out with my high-school boyfriend Roger lately. It is really scary to think that we've been dating on and off for over 10 years now! R. is a skateboarder, and he use to do some martial arts competitive stuff...so he likes boxing. (So we have been having all these scary, Oscar, Roy Jones Jr., Lennox, Sugar Shane type conversations.) I am kinda getting into it, I want to box now ... something about it seems really appealing. We watch the fights, and I actually yell at the screen! (Pretty freaking weird, I never saw myself as the type to yell, "Get the fuck up!" when some poor guy just got the snot knocked out of him!)
So I told R. about my plan...and his first comment was, "Gotta do your roadwork first!"
I guess because boxers do like insane amounts of other exercising besides just boxing! If you don't have your legs, you won't last in the ring! That's why George Forman pulling Jeeps around his block on his runs paid off big time! Anyway, the very bizarre part is that all this talk makes me want to make my body a machine. I want to head back to the gym--never really hated it, in fact I love working out! I just get hung up to easily on other stuff, namely people, more specifically boys!
Anyway, I want to be all Laila Ali, Jennifer Alcorn, and Michelle Rodriguez. I want to be cut, and I want to be strong. Maybe it is that much more interesting, because it's not for a boy, it is actually for me...
...so, next person who breaks my heart be warned! You just might also get a nice left hook, curtesy of HBO classics!
Friday, April 25, 2003
OK, so everything is completely amazing...in that very butterfly cool kind of way. School is about to be a thing of the past. I got an awesome gig lined up, and I am moving out of the hot sauce state to the state of Misery!
Midwest wacth the fuck out...
The cool thing is I get to go hang with my lovely editor Alex in Chi-town! Anyway, it should be like some kind of cool throw back to the days of Chicago Traxx or something. Great stuff coming out on CD! I can't wait...I am going to start my own one-woman industrial revolution!!
Yay me!
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