Nobody believes in Jim Dunbar.
Not even his wife.
But how do I know that he has what it takes to succeed against incredible odds?
I can smell it.
Confused?
Well you should be.
That was a shout out to my Dio. Love you baby! He has been fascinated by the ads previewing "Blind Justice" on ABC. We both think it looks cheesy and melodramatic, so we started ripping on it all the while still planning to watch the premiere. Best line from the commercials: "How do you know he fired a 45 in here?" To which Jim Dunbar replies "I can smell it." COME ON! Don't you think it takes some time to develop heightened senses? That shit just doesn't happen overnight! Priceless. From the ABC website, I found this little gem: He is assigned to a new precinct where he intends to take on cases with the help of his guide dog, Hank. Congratulations. Another delicious spin on the already tired cop show premise. And such a clever name! Brava ABC!
We were laying in my bed watching the Oscars last night, arms wrapped around each other, and he whispered "Baby, I'm really worried" into my ear. I pulled back to look at him, and the sadness in his eyes struck fear in my heart.
"What's wrong?" I asked. In a complete deadpan, he says "Nobody believes in Jim Dunbar. I don't know if he is going to make it."
I about freakin' hit the floor, I was laughing so hard. Guess you had to be there.
I am having a pretty tough time right now, today especially. There are some migraine-inducing things going on with my Bank One accounts that I don't care to get into. I also lost my cell phone on Friday, which makes me want to cry big fat alligator tears right here at my desk. I had so many cool ring tones and games downloaded and so many irreplaceable pictures and text messages saved...
If I didn't have Dio, I would be pretty distraught and destroyed right about now. I am totally butt-crazy in love with that kid...
We really had a great weekend together. He met my older sister and some various relatives yesterday and I got to meet a few of his friends on Saturday night. They loved me. I have to admit, I am pretty damn awesome when I want to be, and I just socialized my little ass off.
I got my hair highlighted on Saturday it it looked wicked cool. It all reddishly streaky and a nice change from the mousy-ass boring brown I have had going on for the past year. Dio came over and we went and bought me a pretty new skirt at Hot Pink, where I managed to negotiate paying half price for it. Go me. We headed over to an ex-Dorm girl's surprise engagement party, which turned out to be pretty fun and pretty packed. It was great to hang with people I don't often get to see and introduce Dio around to everybody. We left around 11 to go to his friend Mike's birthday get-together at a bar in his neck of the woods. I immediately felt comfortable with his friends and had a spectacular time.
I am a huge fan of dive-bars where I can watch nasty skanks engage in dry humping 3somes on the dance floor...
Gross. Tuck that shit in, sweetheart.
Mike and his girlfriend Tiffany and their friend Lyndsey were all super nice and really fun to be around. They are the first real friend's of Dio's and the fact that I dug them so much meant a lot to me. And to him.
Don't look at me like that!
Bitch, you better shut up and drink your wine!
Ok.
So all weekend I was dreading this right here. 12:02 pm on Monday. The time of reckoning. Waiting on my old bank to call me back. Waiting on clients to call me back. Trying to track down my cell phone. Not knowing if I am still going to have a checking account tomorrow. Bored as shit. Hungry as hell. Knowing there are 4 more days that promise to be just like this ahead of me. I feel pretty damn low right now. Keep your fingers crossed for me, people.
This is the only thing that has made me smile all day.