The nice weather has returned to SoCal, as our newscasters refer to it. I guess it takes too long to say 'Southern California' when you have all that freeway traffic to report. Freeway traffic is to us as crude oil prices are to the United Arab Emirates. Meaning that we watch it like a hawk and bitch about it every night.
The managers of our building moved out without telling anyone. We now have 4 vacancies in a 22 unit building. One-bedrooms with no A/C go for $1400 and studios go for a grand. There's parking and a pool and we do live in a hot neighborhood but ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THESE PRICES? I don't pay that much but I do enjoy CAPS LOCK.
The WGA strike is over but I haven't really missed any scripted shows except Ugly Betty, Bones, House, and Grey's. I realized that much of what I was watching was just babysitting me so I wouldn't have to do any real work, like finishing the polish on my novel/memoir and setting the dreaded query letter in motion.
Project Runway is almost over. I thought Christian and Jillian were obvious pics but I'm really over Rami's draping. Pick Chris and give me some dramahhhh.
I spoke to my best friend Valerie last weekend. After I was dumped by Peter, the first guy I almost married, when I was 20, (MENTAL ALERT) Valerie asked her ex-boyfriend Tom to take me out since I never left my bedroom and slept with Peter's briefs under my pillow. (I'M SORRY MOM THAT YOU HAD TO WASH THOSE EVERY WEEK EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE ONLY COVERED IN TEARS) Tom and Valerie were the IT couple in their high school. All popular and cute and shit. Meanwhile, I had no dates in high school. GUYS HATE CHICKS WHO ARE FUNNIER THAN THEY ARE BUT I'M JUST SAYING THIS IN CAPS BECAUSE I'M BITTER.
However, when I was a senior my school did a computer dating trade-off with another high school and I ended up with a guy named Walter who was bald. In high school.
While we're on the topic, when you name your kids, stop naming them from the 1820's. Do you look at your baby and think, 'What's worse, Herman or Walter? Which name will likely turn up on a blog written in 2008 by a woman with an ankle missing all its cartilage?'
Years ago I found out that Peter, the guy who dumped me, married a woman who had a lot of money and all he did was sit around and play guitar. If I ever believed that a Higher Power saved you from your own retardation, I saw it on this one. A guy who doesn't have a job. Wow, who doesn't want that?
The news on my surgery seems to have turned around. When all this is settled, I'll post about it.
End of chat.