Spring has sprung here in Chicago, people!
Evidenced by the fact that today, I am wearing a skirt SANS tights or hose. Too bad my legs are so damn pasty. But never fear, I joined Palm Beach Tan yesterday and got a Mystic package (got to keep my skin cancer and wrinkle free) so I will be back to my dark complected self in no time.
What is it about nice weather that makes you want to exercise? Besides the reminder that bikini season is rapidly approaching... I think the urge to be out and about and burning some calories just feels so goooooood.
I took a brisk jog along the lake front last night and it was quite lovely. As soon as the weather gets above 50 degrees, all I want to do is be outside. I practically lived on my porch last summer. I think I am going get a cot to put out there this year.
So... I think I may just be in love with Zach Braff. I mean, in the same way I am in love with Vince Vaughn. But the big difference is that I never gave a flying fuck about this guy until a lovely dream I had on Monday night/Tuesday morning.
I can not go into details, because as soon as I woke up, they completely disappeared. The only thing I really remember is being truly in love with him and him treating me like gold. It wasn't really a sexual dream.
To hell with sex.
It was better than sex.
We held each other.
I woke up with the enormous urge to watch Garden State again. I wanted every episode of Scrubs on tape.
As soon as I got to work, I Googled him. I spent an hour reading his blog. I went to IMDB to see what else he has been in and then I went to Netflix to try and find it. (He was in an episode of the Babysitter's Club, which makes me think it really is meant to be.)
I have always had a thing for Jewish men. I love full lips and big eyes. I love quirky senses of humor.
Even his name. Zach Braff. How freakin' adorable is that?!?!?
Why didn't I figure this out sooner? Why did my subconscious have to point this out so late in the game?
If I would have only known, I would have went and nabbed him before he blew up. Before he started winning awards and being on the covers of magazines. Before he started dating super models (I actually have no idea who he is dating, but I hate her.)
So Zach Braff, if you can hear me, I am calling to you. I think we are meant to be. I get you. I think you'd get me.