it’s easter sunday and I’m watching LIFETIME.
I do in fact, think, that “Northern Lights” is Nora Roberts’ best novel. (the fact that I’ve read more than one of her novels and therefore can recommend Northern Lights as one of her *best*? TOTALLY PROBLEMATIC.) But still, the made for tv movie? am I pathetic? let’s take a poll.
am I pathetic?
-OMG I can’t believe you’re watching LIFETIME. you’re a total loser.
other than that, things are good. I had a really good, restful weekend. I went to lilac city roller girls and hit on some guys from a visiting hockey team (I did *not* follow them all around the bars, thank you very much. they were pretty though. oh yeah.)
last weekend. I got stupid drunk at this party I went to and hooked up with the host – I don’t ever wanna be that girl again. he was such a fucken tool. too much whiskey. so sorry. here’s my note: “dear whiskey: let’s part the ways. it’s not you – it’s me. honest.”
so in between kicking myself in the ass, wondering whether or not my co-worker/friend would be friends with me again (we patched things up on wednesday) and wondering whether or not I would ever be a grown-up again… it’s been hard.
yeah. LeAnn Rimes: the character, in the novel? brunette. HELLO? LeAnn? blond. also not so much with the acting chops: although … LIFETIME? bring the PRETTY. I should add, they’re all white. go go gadget racefail – I wonder what the analysts would have to say about romance novels and the over-sexualization of “the other.” I watched the french movie “the brotherhood of the wolf” and almost barfed: the Native guy. hot. brilliant. over-sexualized. awful. I only watched it because a friend rec’d it. so sorry.
(and, Chrisitan Kane “long-legged blond in the pale moonlight/probably cause a friendly fight/that’s what you get when you hang with the girls of summer…” WHY IS IT ALWAYS A BLOND? why is it always a tall blond? I need a singer who waxes harmonic about short, chubby brunettes: anyone can rec? save me? please? LJ make it better? kthnxbai.)
also, I wanna be a roller girl. I want my name to be “hell on wheels.” cause of the irony: me what with the fancy-schmancy-super-expensive master’s degree in religion. also, the christian kane reference, “I’ve been hell on wheels for days now…”
I might have dropped two pants sizes. trippy, trying on clothes again. mcfoo kept telling me I’ve lost weight. as always, she is right.
fucken lifetime. I do have romantic comedy syndrome… but I really don’t wanna.
I think it’s past time for me to take a lover. now that my life is stable and I have a job and a place to live and a lower pants size… so bring on TEH SEX.