Late Night Ramblings or Fold Your Damn Laundry! People just never cease to amaze me. I read a certain diarist, rose, every once in a while. Pretty infrequently. I won't link her because I'm criticizing her, and it doesn't seem right. Well, she has been dating this Greek guy who sounds like a complete jerk. She told him that she dated a black guy years ago, and her boyfriend got really pissed off. He treated her really badly. Yet she cries, and doesn't understand why he can't forgive her for something she did so long ago, as if dating a black guy is something needing forgiveness. Personally, my thought would be, "Oh my gosh, this guy is a fucking rascist." Then I would be out the door. Ugh. There's a reason I don't read her very often. It's 11:11 and I'm supposed to be folding laundry. Correction. I should have already finished folding the laundry, and been in bed 11 minutes ago. I seriously believe that so many of my mental difficulties would improve if I just got enough sleep. I've gotten a few good nights here and there lately, because my husband will take the kids in the morning. It's truly amazing how much improved my mood is, and how much more productive I am at work. Actually, though, the last time I slept in late I was grouchy because I didn't get the mopping done. I was also out of sorts because I hadn't intended on sleeping that long. Then, when I woke up, I felt completely overwhelmed because the children were clamoring for stuff, I was starving, and I was still naked! So now that I'm passworded, I realize that there are really only two people that care to read me, and that is Anna and Acorn. Yay for people with A names! You guys are the only ones who have asked me for a password. Dukkha-tanha and puppetgirl have me linked on their template, and so I thought for sure, with that level of egoboosting linkage (yes, I'm still stuck in high school, because as you well know, high school rocks, or rules, I can't remember which.), I would get a request! Yes, I am too lazy to link to you guys, but not to my past old entry. Did I mention that I'm narcissistic? No really, I think that I am. I even took one of those rate your mental dysfunctionality, and I was very high in that category. I'm low on schizophrenia, though, so that's good. One category they didn't list was multiple personality disorder, which is now called dissociative identity disorder. If they had, I would have scored 100%, because my true diagnosis, given to me by my very own fancy therapist oh so many years ago, was dissociative disorder:not otherwise specified. Yes, it's true. It's why it's so hard to write entries. I can't decide who I want to feel like. I prefer, however, to put it more this way, as opposed to the psychobabble way that really just interferes with life, at least for me. I just have a hard time finding my voice. See, you can interpret how I feel both ways, but one way is Big Scary Disorder Land, Need Drugs, while the other is just needing to find my voice, which is All Perfectly Normal. Can you tell I'm all over the map on this one? Whew! Now I get to go fold nine, yes nine loads of laundry. You must be thinking, man, she must be really behind on laundry, but no, that's wrong. I am completely caught up. The last time I did laundry was last Friday. Oh! I forgot to say earlier, that I had yet another run in with a "celebrity," but I didn't know she was one until some guy said as much. It was Leeza Gibbons. She used to be on Entertainment Tonight, which is why her name sounded familiar to me. She was filming an infomercial at the Grove, a hoity toity outdoor mall here in LA that has a trolley and a big fountain with fish. I was in the area, so decided that I would take my kids on the trolley, because they love that stuff. So, we are about ready to leave the mall, having done a little bit of shopping and ridden the trolley once, when my two year old asks to ride the trolley again. Well, we have to go that way to get to the car anyway, so what the heck. Well, we climb aboard, and then this lady is standing right next to our seat getting her hair fixed, and there is a camera and a big reflector that had a checkered pattern to it. In my preoccupation with getting my kids on board, I hadn't paid any attention to my surroundings, and climbed onto the seat right where they were filming. I guess they wanted it to look realistic, so they didn't stop me. Anyway, they would drive the trolley about 80 feet, then reverse. As soon as the trolley would stop, Leeza would step off and say, "You know, natural women love to wear sheer cover when they are outdoors, so we are here in Los Angeles at the Grove, where people come from all over the country to shop, to see how women respond when they see it for the first time" or something like that. It is verbatim until the "to see how" part. Yes, I did hear this quite a few times. My kids were loving it, because the trolley was moving a lot, and so I was happy. I still had no idea who this lady was. Then this guy gets on with his kid, and I tell him that they are just going back and forth, but it's great for the kids, and he says, "Who does she think she is, Leeza Gibbons?" and then I realize this is a "celebrity." Is she B-list? I really only know the ones who are on the billboards all over the place. A-list, is what I suppose you call them. Anyway, I don't care. When we got off the trolley this lady and a photog came up to us and offered me a million bucks to model for them, but I said no, staying at home with my children and procrastinating at my science is far more rewarding. They did convince me to sign some paper, then took a polaroid so they could call me back after talking with their boss later. I might do it, but only for that million plus a goddamned babysitter so my man and I can go party. The Grove is a good place to see celebrities, though. I've been there twice, and have seen someone both times. I saw Lisa Kudrow last time. She was Phoebe on "Friends." She was chasing her kid, and looked just as harried as I feel at times. Okay, enough already, I've got to get cracking on that laundry. |