 I Want My Felicity! |
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I am obsessed with Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. It has mesmerized me. I want it to be on all day, every day. I woke up completely hung-over at 4 a.m. on Sunday, flipped on the TV, and was utterly spellbound by this show at 5. I was giggling in my bed and squeezing out little tears at the art opening. And then a different episode was on later! The surprise birthday party! It's too much. This show is genius. I love those five guys and I want to marry them! At 6, I watched the 90210 when they go to Hawaii. And I have to say that it remains one of the worst episodes of the entire series. First of all, Noah was introduced. And we all know that nothing good ever came of that. And any episode that heavily features Donna's career is automatically going to suck, not only because it involves lots of scenes with Tori Spelling, who is mindnumbingly terrible, but it expects us to suspend our disbelief that Donna could actually be capable of performing some kind of task that requires brain power, which is just farcical. And Valerie wore heinous white tank tops the entire episode, and David fell down a ravine, and Brandon was SHIRTLESS, WHITE, PASTY, AND HAIRY and I almost passed out. Oh, and at the end of the episode, Kelly was gunned down in a drive-by shooting, which led to her subsequent amnesia, and I just can't think about this episode anymore, so awful, so awful. Friends gathered for a cookout on Saturday night. Mostly I just held babies, drank mudslides, daiquiris, and pink lemonade spiked with rum (?), ate green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, and white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and sat around being surly. After that, four of us went to the Ch1mes and ate fried crab fingers, wings, and spinach and artichoke dip and drank beer, because clearly we were being insatiable hogs. Hence the hangover. I went to see How to Deal. It was dreadful, but comically. Like the parts that were so atrocious (and they were myriad) completely made us giggle, so they weren't so bad. The preteen Mandy Moore fans around us kept shooting us dirty looks. I really tried to muffle my giggles, but it was really difficult. I'm not sure what possessed me to see this when I really wanted to see Pirates of the Caribbean. For shame. There's really not much else to report. I meant to paint my bathroom purple, but it is decidedly blue. And one wall isn't painted at all because I decided I could not deal with removing both the giant mirror and the back of the toilet because that would just be too taxing. So I went to the library and checked out a big floral painting and hung it over the toilet to take up some of the white space. I also hung up a little handpainted wooden cross that my sister gave me and I think it looks lovely. The blue bathroom is definitely more soothing than the yellow guest room which is still an assault on the visual faculties, but I did hang up my framed showcards (RENT, Ragtime, and Sunday in the Park with George, if you care) in there to break up some of the blinding brightness and also my framed cardboard image of the scene when John Cusack gives Wil Wheaton his Yankees cap in Stand By Me (I geekily purchased this from ebay a long time ago -- it was a piece of one of the big cardboard ads that sit in the movie theater lobby), and it helped. I've been attacking these trees in my backyard. Along the fence lines grow these skinny little junk trees that grow really tall and basically just make a mess. So I decided to borrow some saws from my parents, and I've been sawing them down and dragging them to a back corner of the yard where the dogs play in them and pretend to be spy wilderness warrior dogs. This isn't really that productive of a task, but I've really enjoyed it. It's cathartic. I've actually been saying "Timber!" under my breath and hoping the neighbors don't think I've gone completely off the deep end. Season two of Felicity is released on DVD tomorrow. I was hoping that Amazon would have shipped mine already, but alas, no. Damn it to hell! I'm entirely too excited about this release. It doesn't even say "shipping soon" or "ready to ship" or whatever it says when shipment is pending. Excuse me. Why, Amazon, why? For those interested in my serotonin and norepinephrine levels, this is day 2 of Effexor XR 37.5 (down from 75). I am not feeling any withdrawal side effects yet but am still bracing myself for the vomiting and electric brain shocks. Let's hope those attack with a minimal vengeance (if at all). Tonight my mom's making homemade pizza. She wants to put Canadian bacon on it. Has she gone insane? "Mom, please don't put any bacon on my pizza." I hate to be difficult, but I'll stick with the broccoli and bell peppers. Sandie! Thank you! For South Park! For some reason, Topica keeps timing out before I can access my subscribers list, so I can't try to track down your email address to thank you personally, so thank you, thank you, thank you! This movie makes me laugh so much. When Stan barfs when he tries to talk to Wendy, I laugh. When Cartman gets zapped by the v-chip, I laugh. When Terence and Philip toot during "Uncle Fucker," I laugh. It's so stupid, but it's so funny, and the laughs really help. I'm so glad to own my very own copy to watch whenever I want, and I really appreciate your thoughtfulness. Oh Sandie! (said in manner of John Travolta after "Why-yi-yi-yi...")
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