I got cheated this weekend. First, I got all of my laundry in nice tidy little bundles, braved the horrors of the basement of my apartment complex only to find that the washer is still broken! I called my landlord (what an archaic term) two weeks ago and they assured me they would “take care of it.” I guess “take care of it” means doing nothing? There is nothing more infuriating than 1) admitting you have to do laundry 2) taking the time to sort it, etc. and 3) not being able to do the chore you most loathe and have already committed to doing! Argh.
And, I finally busted open the Winsor Pilates DVD that I got suckered into, only to find that it’s basically the same workout I got from the DVD I got for $9.99 at Sam’s Club. And, it has worse music, worse graphics, and really annoying work-outers. The Winsor Pilates svengali “Mari” uses words like “tushy” and her voice is grating. Being a bit of a video/dvd work-out connoisseur (see: Cher Step Aerobics, Sheena Easton 5-Minute Abs and Cindy Crawford Workout), I have a pretty high tolerance for annoying phrasing and gasping—but this one just ticks me off all the more because I spent $45.
So, in order to lick my wounds and recapture what is left of my weekend, I bought a bunch of cheesy magazines. US has to be one of the most insipid magazines on the planet! It walks a very fine line with the National Enquirer. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but after 1/2 hour “reading” it I kind of got a sick feeling in my stomach and my eyes started to glaze over from reading too many celebrities talking about celebrities. There was even a He-said She-Said table about “what type of guy/girl” fellow stars think Justin and Cameron should be dating. And, how about that Cameron Diaz S&M video? Call me vain and possessing delusions of grandeur, but I don’t care how struggle-hungry you are, why in the hell would you ever do any type of movie involving whips and chains and nudity? To me, that says you really never believed you would be famous. That is one of the many reasons you will never find a nude picture of me floating around the internet—my fear that one day, after I have conquered the world they will come back to haunt me. Sure, that’s a little pompous, but it’s how my mind works. Which means—being that I have never sought stardom—some people are just plain stupid. And, having this chintzy magazine/gossip hangover has caused me to think they need a magazine filled with normal, everyday people. Going around doing things like grocery shopping, vacationing, and getting frappucinos at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. I’m not even going to get into the Britney Spears photos.
I want my gossip! - 2005-08-17
Goodbye, BGT! - 2005-08-08
hell hath no fury like a awriting workshop - 2005-08-01
My Love Don't Cost a Thing - 2005-07-14
Kiss My Grits! - 2005-07-06
