Thank you to those of you who stuck with me - I know I disappeared for a long time. I seemed to become frozen in October of 2006 as I accepted that the year sucked and there was nothing I could do about it but let it all go and start over again this year. So I kind of took the rest of the year off - I even quit school, temporarily, and you of course remember what I put myself through with the Great Grad School Decision of 2006.
I know some of you that stuck with me have been patiently waiting for me to write about General Hospital again - and I hope you don't leave me when I tell you that I won't be writing about that again, at least not anytime soon. I give up, you guys! It's just too painful. I think the last straw was hooking up Lucky and Maxie. Um... ew?
So what will I be writing about? I'm not sure yet, I guess anything that happens. The challenge is that I am superstitious -- and I have found that I don't feel comfortable writing about people in my life - because, I don't know, you write something seemingly innocent about someone, that was intended at its worst to be funny and at its best to be innocuous, and they might say, "Hey, man, what up yo? Why didn't you say you felt that way?"
Plus there's that whole karma thing - what you put out comes back to you multiplied. I learned that lesson in a good way at Christmas when we did our White Elephant gift Christmas party (my Dad calls it a Pink Elephant gift), and we played that Take a Number and Steal the Gift game whose name escapes me. I picked a Muppet movie, a gift that was, I'm sorry, absolutely meant for me and my all encompassing Muppet love - and someone took it, can you freakin believe it? Oh, Kermie!
That's why I normally hate that game... but then I picked a Borders gift card; I had actually donated a Borders gift card as my Pink Elephant gift because I figured that whomever the recipient was would be able to get whatever they wanted, as long as it cost, heh heh, under $15. The Borders card that I got had a mysterious note about the amount being a surprise when the recipient got to the store.
Well - I could have waited until I got to the store as the donor intended, but what am I, a freakin Kennedy? I'm not made of money, I have to plan! I didn't want to end up at the store with a pile of stuff only to find out I would only be able to get half of it and I'd have to keep dreaming. I know, it's a gift, but you know, still. So I called the 800 number on the back, innocently, to find out what the amount was. I figured it would be $15 to $25 - in fact the limit on the gift was $25.
Evie the Cynic called and her jaw hit her desk (because of course I called from work, I mean, am I supposed to do this on MY time?) when she found out the amount was FIFTY FREAKIN DOLLARS. Boy am I ever an ungrateful bitch, huh? I was never able to find out who the donor was to thank him or her, so I can only hope that someone gave that person a kickass gift this year!
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, what I'll be writing about. Well, I guess I just showed you. I'll be back later to tell you about my week in the cultural world (I saw A Night at the Museum, it rocked!). Right now I have to get ready to go to my friend Julia's house to play with my girl Nina, who is one and a half and loves to hug and kiss me because she only gets to watch Sesame Street when I'm with her. Elmo is a powerful, powerful creature.
But Kermit T. Frog is my man.
