It's exactly one month since my last post... jeeeezzzzzz. I think I just go through these spells where I think I write so incredibly bad, in a very dull and bored housewifey sort of way.
But then I read some other stuff I wrote that I liked and got inspired again, but I have no idea where this will take me. Let's see... I've been watching The Sopranos (sucky), Big Love (cool), Sons & Daughters (great), and The First 48 (because I want to be a detective). What I like the best is that there are people who live in this town who are into the workings of shows and hearing their take on what the shows are doing is very interesting to me, I assume (and especially) because their views are in agreement with mine, otherwise I would probably find their opinions a little... I don't know, but let's just say that I'm glad they are as smart and perceptive as me. Because, of course, I know everything and I'm always right. Except when I say I'm not, which makes me right again.
I don't know what it is that I'm feeling tonight. All I know is that my husband is gone (again) which means I will probably get sick (as usual), and for the umpteenth time I come to realize I can't live without him (bastard). And even though I'm post-PMSing, I am still not used to the feelings and still can't come up with any other way out than numbing my mind with television until all hours... and wake up exhausted the next day.
On to other things... I have some great new friends. So great that one even drove me on a stalk/hunt for George's house. So great that the other one even helped us find it. So great that although you can't see his house from the street would even be willing to go through his trash with me, or at least wait for me in the car while I went through it. So great that I didn't subject her to trash digging, but she did wait while I checked mailboxes to see which house it was (before we got help with directions). And I must add that although he's on the cover of Vanity Fair's "Green Issue", there was no recycling bin at his house. Only the yard waste and regular trash bins.
On the way home my friend and I talked about how dissappointing it is to actually meet celebrities. I mean, most people who need that much attention basically have something wrong with them anyway, right? Do I continue my quest and take that chance, that he will be a huge dissapointment?
So I'm one degree away but kind of stuck. My friends are going to a party that George will attend, but unfortunately I can't go as the nanny because the kids aren't going, I can't go as the 2nd wife as George would never buy they are polygamists, and I can't go as the assistant, because even though this is L.A. they would never.
To be continued...
Yay! I didn't know you're back. I will have to read and catch up!
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