- Even after all these years, every time I hear Herb Alpert's Rise (which is often with this smooth jazz station playing at work), I think of Luke raping Laura.
- I know I live where I live and I shouldn't be surprised any more, but sometimes I still am. By what people wear, I mean. Like what possesses a 50 year old woman in 2008 to wear stirrup pants (in tomato) with SAS comfort loafers? Possibly since the shoes look like baked potatoes, she figured the tomato stirrups meant she was dressing all in the vegetable family.
- See Iron Man. You may not think you'd drop your panties for Robert Downey, Jr. Just wait.
- I didn't get up to much yesterday, but I did manage to do my 9.5 mile training run. 27 days until the Dexter-Ann Arbor Half Marathon, and then I'm trying not to think about how many days until the Chicago Marathon. All in good time.
- Oh, I also finally got to PRO status in Wii Tennis and Wii Bowling. I've only had it for a week, so don't judge!
- After a long, long break, I started Fitday again today. I don't need to lose weight, but I want to use it to track how my diet is breaking down, nutrient-wise. Speaking of weight, I've fluctuated wildly over the years, but last summer I got way too thin. Why didn't you tell me? Yesterday I was trying to find shorts that fit. One pair.
- I'm watching The Real World XX: Hollywood. You heard me. I ping pong between hating these people (each and every one) and being incredibly embarrassed for them. Why do I do this to myself? No, seriously, why? It's more than schadenfreude.
- Nineteen days ago I went to see Dermy. He diagnosed a couple spots on my face as actinic keratosis (which I kinda knew as I'd seen them before). They're precancerous and need to be removed. So he froze them and for the past 18 days I've been applying Efudex (thusly named, I believe, because its effects will say Eff U! to any chances of you getting laid) twice daily to my cheeks. I'm finally done! And now the healing, but until then, I look something like a macabre Raggedy Andy.
- Wear sunscreen!
Monday, May 05, 2008
Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them
Today feels like it's going to be a bullet point day. We'll see.
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I DID TELL YOU.
Oh, and how did you know they were SAS shoes? You have a pair, don't you. ;)
I know the SAS shoes because they are pervasive around here. And I wasn't kidding, they look like baked potatoes on your feet. You know me better than to think I make any fashion decisions based on comfort.
Yes, you did tell me. You were the only one.
I see those shoes a lot, too. And baked potatoes is an apt description.
I worry more about people not telling me I've gained too much weight ;)
Anyway, you're gorgeous no matter what.
• Yes, but then she realized that he was sorry and he was the love of her life and they got married and had Lucky and Lulu, but then Laura went crazy because she killed a man and she had to be locked up.
• I had no idea what SAS comfort loafers were until I looked at that link. My condolences.
• I find it hard to imagine there's a person who wouldn't drop trou for RDJ.
• Never in my almost 40 years have I been too thin.
Susie, yes! And TO THIS DAY my mom doesn't decorate a tree without gazing up and, fake-choking back tears, saying, "My star!"
As for "too thin," it was a combination of lots of running, weightlifting, and a bit of obsessiveness with eating healthy. It's in my nature to get a lil' freaky like dat. Miss Debbie alluded to it last August in NYC, and then when I saw the pictures, I knew she was right. How was I supposed to beguile Xanadu on Broadway's Cheyenne Jackson looking like that?
Babe, you had cheekbones to die for.
Ha! As in I looked like I was about to die?
Be careful or I'm not gonna believe anything you say anymore.
Believe me when I say that last summer I thought you were totes handsome but a little on the thin side. The weight loss accentuates the cheekbones but also walks a too-thin line of hot and gaunt.
I have a feeling that right now you probably are looking your best. And good on ya!
Michael, I have a feeling I would like your mom.
FG, I don't think I could love you more (and not just because you're so good for my self-esteem).
Susie, she latches onto something and never lets go. Ever. Like with stories. We have a system where, as she begins to relate a (to her) humorous anecdote, I silently hold up fingers indicating the number of times I've already heard it. It often takes two hands. But she's highly loveable.
"too" thin????
Allow me a pique of envy, please.
(Ok, it's over.)
Because of you, by the way, I happily see Mr. Downey in a new more lustful light.
Thank you.
Speaking of Cheyenne Jackson, (no segue needed there, really, is there?)
I had mentioned you and your comments about Xanadu to my friend Mark. He's just told me that he had the OPPORTUNITY TO MEET (and touch) Mr. Jackson (*and* presumably his thighs) the past weekend after a showing of Xanadu(as a charity against aids), but decided not to. That's right. I said "not."
He put the money in the kettle instead.
argh!
Allow me a pique of indignation.
(Ok, it's over.
well, maybe not quite.)
Any rape that leads to the hot series of Lucky Spencers is alright by me. I haven't watched in years - do they still troll out Laura for funerals and holidays?
And... too thin? I'm giving you a blank stare. Feel it.
Jason, no envy. I lied when I said Freakgirl was the only one to mention it. I had two clients ask me if I was OK. As for Cheyenne Jackson, I can't muster enough indignation at someone passing up the opportunity to bask/gladhand/possibly violate acceptable societal norms regarding personal space with Mista Jackson. Next time I'm in NY, I'm gonna Stage Door Johnny him, even if I don't see the show again.
Sam, I haven't been to GH since college, though I can't say the same for Genoa City. I may only catch ten minutes every few weeks, but I'm staying on board at least until Kaye Chancellor dies.
Since we're belaboring the "too thin" point (and by "we" I mean "mostly me"), I did enjoy that all last summer and fall I had that Apollo's belt thing going. I always wanted that. Mostly gone now.
sensible ideas, all.
especially the sunscreen.
It's them Olsen twins. Like freakgirl said "hot and gaunt." Maybe not.
I don't know what that means!
It means if you're at a weight where your ass looks good, your face looks gaunt. If your face looks good, your ass is too big. It really applies to women more than it does to men.
My face is looking fine. Ahem.
I thought! I think it applies to men, too. My face definitely looks better than last fall. Like much better. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go shop for pants.
Susie, that's awesome - I never heard that.
My face looks GREAT.
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