How it hangin', ya'll?
Things here are good, good, good. Christmas is stalking me and no matter how hard I try to shake it, I think that motherfucker is here to stay. Christmas to me means spending money and getting fat. Spending my money on getting fat. But it's ok. It ain't nothing a cable knit sweater can't hide.
Man alive! My typing sucks more than usual today. I guess it is that 5 day break I had from this keyboard. How soon we forget. I am not joking, it had taken my 10 minutes to type and re-type the past paragraphs. My brain has become mush. Not that I really need it here anyway. I could put it on a shelf and leave it at home for all it matters.
So... the looooong weekend was nice. Not exciting, but nice. Relaxing. The way weekends should be in your late twenties. I am getting up there, so raving til 4am no longer appeals. Wednesday I went with the boy to Pepe's, my favorite Mexican joint since they have the best flautas and chile con queso. Ever been to Pepe's? Holy hell, I might not have the most discerning of tastes, but I dig me some Pepe's. It's cheap and fast, just like me.
After dinner, we ventured to the burbs for my first foray into the boy's life. I met a co-worker and his wife and they were nice as could be. I got a glimpse into what my life could be in a few years. Living in the burbs. Finding a sitter for the kids so the husband and I could sneak off to a local bar under the guise of a holiday celebration to go get bombed with our respective friends, barely crossing paths all night. He could talk football, cigars and asses. I could talk pre-schools, weight gain and migraines. I could glare across the room when he got too friendly with a female. He could pound shots and reminisce about the glory days. Then I could announce it's time to go, much to his chagrin, and we could drive back to our ranch home, barely speaking. No sex to be had that night. He could pass out when his head hit the pillow. I could sit up and think I should have found someone more exciting and less predicable. I love being a blank slate. But bit by bit the slate is getting filled up. Let me hang onto the eraser for a few more years, alright?
I was a horrible daughter and totally forsaked (is that the right tense?) my family this Thanksgiving to go with my friend Heather to her families house. I am going to hell in a handbasket, but damn it! I don't have a car here anymore. I sure as shit wasn't getting on the Metra to go to East Chicago at 7am. So sue me. I had a lovely time at Heather's. We drank Asti, gorged on turkey and spilled Merlot on the white rug. Her mother is a freakin' trip and made me feel ever so at home. More at home than at home...
Friday and Saturday were LAAAAAZY days. Watched a lot of VH1 during the day. Hung out with my honey at night. Friday, we went to Greek Town for some saganaki (OPA!) and then I persuaded him in my coy, cutsie way to drive out to Calumet City for a friend's birthday party. It was here that he met my sister, who he thought was adorable. I really wish Brooke (my sister) and I were a lot closer. True, we have about ZERO in common, save DNA. But as we get older, I realize her worth and lately I am trying to make the effort to spend time with her. She is a cool chick and I am lucky to have her as my sister. Aw!
Yesterday was great, as all Sundays have been lately. Christine and I, exhibiting signs of cabin fever, decided to go bar hopping with a couple of her guy friends on Southport Avenue, which is looking so fabulously festive. If you live in Chicago, I suggest you check it out. It was a fun night spent in cozy bars with cool people. Can't beat it.
I had a surreal dream about Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas last night. Since I have very vivid dreams that fade into obscurity 5 minutes after I have woken up, I can't give you any details, but for some reason, in this dream, I was trying my hardest to emulate her. I really think she is frickin' awesome. I guess if I could be any celebrity, I'd be her. And why is this? Well...
1. She is freakin' gorgeous.
2. She is financially stable.
3. She has a killer body, but is still human, not some plastic looking nasty skank (see tummy in photo below)
3. She has real singing talent, as opposed to most of the singers that are popular right now (Britney, Ashlee, Lindsay... I'm lookin' at you...)
4. She is the only chick in a male hip-hop band, a feat that is pretty rare.
5. She has a similar sense of style to mine... if I had the body to wear half the shit she does
6. She makes credible and awesome music people can shake their booty to.
7. I covet her hair, extensions or not
8. She can dance.
9. She is not a spotlight hog or always up in the tabloids. She seems to be able to lead a pretty normal life. The paparazzi have not been stalking her much... yet.
10. She gets to be on stage, doing what she loves and what she is good at.
11. She isn't 30 yet
12. She was on Kids Incorporated, for crying out loud!
Ok, do I sound like a complete retard right now? I feel about 13, like I am on the verge to making a fan listing site for her. Not so much. I just haven't any celebrity I have identified so completely with in a long time. I just think she is awesome. Does that mean I suck? OH LAWD! I almost forgot the NUMBER ONE REASON I WANT TO BE FERGIE FROM THE BLACK EYED PEAS:
She is dating Josh Duhamel. For some reason, I am insanely attracted to that guy. I think it is mainly because he looks a lot like my ex Corey. For whatever reason, there is just something about him that makes me want to slather him in butter and prepare for an angioplasty.
So, of you could be anyone, who would you be?