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So boring, I might as well be listening to Genesis.

Posted on | February 11, 2008 | 4 Comments

Today I had reason to not only leave the house, but to dress up in a smart, new dress! Good work, Clay! But the thing is, the high today was 8, and while I looked properly awesome, it was too damn cold to work my mini-dress. But then I dug down deep in myself and gave myself permission, nay, encouraged myself, to wear pants under the dress. It went against every fiber of my being, but once they were on, I must admit, I was pretty hot shit. This was mostly due to the fact that my legs didn’t crack open like a penguin egg on the ice.

Now, if anyone who saw me today is reading this and thought my outfit was lame, I’d appreciate it if you kept that to yourself. I’m still in a fragile state when it comes to my looks. My cold sore has finally healed, but it left a scar. Apparently I scar easily. When I slashed my hand in college, the reason that the surgery didn’t completely repair the mangling I gave myself is because the palm of my hand is puckered by a moderate keloid. I have marks on my neck from that I ill advisedly stuck my face into Gus’s sleeping belly and he launched off my face with all four feet. I’ll carry these memories to my grave.

Oh, since my birthday is in April, I’ve been planning my next tattoo. I’m sure I’ll start saving my pennies any day now. I have some exciting ideas percolating. These feelings are a bit unexpected. I thought that my last tattoo would be the final one. But now I don’t think that’s the case. I think about getting old and what that’ll look like, but, in for a penny, in for a pound. I’m going to run with it. My friend, Kristen, once said that she had so many tattoos that she felt like she was covered in stickers. I’m starting to look like that myself. Here I go! This spring! Or once I get a job and have money to throw at my skin!

Unfortunately for everyone, especially myself, I was not able to watch any 90210 or LMN today. Which means that I’m pretty much all out of stuff to talk about. I guess I can talk about books. Remember those? I’ve been quite down in the dumps lately and, if you run your finger down the “Signs of depression” checklist, you’ll see the point about losing interest in activities you used to enjoy. One time I took one of those “Are you depressed?” quizes and the final question was “Do you have trouble making simple decisions?” and I couldn’t decide on an answer. Nice. But now that I feel better I still enjoy crap TV, but reading is totally my favorite leisure time activity.

The other day I finished Atonement and it was blew my mind. I saw the movie and that was super good, but not as good as the book. Loved it. In addition to that, I’ve finally taken my sister’s (Who, by the way, has commented on “Go Ironmen!” and remember, she’s the one who has the insider scoop.) advice and started reading Rupert Everett’s auto-bio. Very good, a different kind of good than Atonement.

So, I’m feeling ever so much better, but I don’t have much to say. I think this boost in my mood could also be due to the fact that I finally got one of my prescriptions filled. Now I have the focus of a surgeon. I didn’t even get shook up when I stepped in a particularly ick pile of cat barf. Hopefully this good cheer will hold up tomorrow, when I have to cart my child out into the painful freezingness. Fortunately I just set my DRV for a little gem called Unwed Father. Best of both worlds, baby.

Category: 90210, LMN, Television

Comments

4 Responses to “So boring, I might as well be listening to Genesis.”

  1. Camille
    February 12th, 2008 @ 10:41 am

    Lifetime movies starring 90210 alums (and/or Kellie Martin) ARE the best.

  2. jana
    February 12th, 2008 @ 3:14 pm

    I just finished rereading Atonement, too, and I agree…it is fabulous. I liked the film in different ways. I’d recommend McEwan’s Amsterdam, which is also quite good.

  3. summerdragon
    February 12th, 2008 @ 4:58 pm

    I know what you mean about the scarring. I get fever blisters on a disturbingly regular basis, and I don’t wear makeup, so when it gets cold you can see all the places where I’ve suffered. It stinks. And I can show you the marks on my knee where my mom’s big black tom freaked out and tried to eat me a few years ago.
    Someday, when you come through Tulsa again, we should get together and compare our battle scars over some drinking or something. I only have the one tattoo, ’cause I’m a total weenie, though, but I’ll let you see it.

    So, no pics of the rockin’ outfit? What’s up with that?

  4. pagalina
    February 12th, 2008 @ 7:58 pm

    so i’msa guessing it wasn’t a prescription for toenail fungus! :) yay happy pills!

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