No one will go see Win a Date With Tad Hamilton! with me. So unfair. I'm not sure why I want to see it. It looks bad, I keep reading horrible things about it and yet, I still want to go. I think I just like that whole dumb romantic comedy that makes no sense and would just disturb me if it ever actually happened to me kinda movie. Which is wrong. I know. There are a TON of wonderful movies out there that I should throw my $10 at to support so that Hollywood makes more of those and less of the Tad Hamilton ones but I can't help it. I'm a sad, sad girl.

One who loves Ice Castles beyond reason (yeah, I had a crush on Marvin Hamlich as well as Robby Benson at that time and I really think that was the start of me having such odd, odd taste in sexy) and adores Silk Stalkings and thinks that Invasion of the Rock Aliens is a gem (which I purchased for a dollar along with Tuff Turf) and has Grease 2 on VHS AND DVD now (Cool Rider was my little 8 year old anthem - which probably explains my ridiculous motorcyle fetish that can't really be discussed here) and has seen most of Troy Donahue's movies (that one is SO Mom's fault) and made her friends watch First Wives Club last Sunday for a bit (though really only one arm had to be twisted on that one) and I just have to stop now. I'm upsetting myself.

I mock the tacky & the trashy of the world endlessly and yet I embrace it. Especially in TV, Movies, Magazines and anything that sparkles. Ugh.

Happy Birthday, Kristie!

I really shouldn't listen to Eve on my morning commute I don't think. Too much attitude in the air. This morning at the entrance to my subway, the woman in front of me swiped her metrocard and then started to go through the upright turnstile the wrong way. It's the revolving bar door kind (does that make sense?). You can only go one way through it as there are nonrevolving bars on one side blocking you. This wasn't going to stop this woman though. So, as she tries pushing through the wrong way (and keeps trying for a bit), the turnstile reader seems to think she went and someone else is exiting or something and clears off her fare. She then tries to go the right way and can't because her fare has been used. I'm waiting there for her to just get through so I can swipe my card and go. There are only two entrances and a couple folks were at the other one or I would've gone there right when I saw her being a tool.

So, she turns around and immediately snaps at me asking why I did that. "Why did you do that? Why would you do that? Just go through so I can go now!" Apparently she assumes I swiped my card and that messed everything up. Now, even if she hasn't screwed up with the entrance (which I still don't understand - there are big BARS blocking your way, it's all curved to go one way, everything points to going the right way!) me swiping my card wouldn't have done a thing. You can swipe a card as someone is going through and it won't do anything but take your fare and let you through when they're done. I've done it before. Others have done it before. It's just the beauty of the subway turnstile - getting people where they need to go as quickly as possible.

I really, really didn't like the fact that her first response was to assume I fucked her over and to turn on me. So I told her I didn't touch the damn thing let alone swipe my card and she should back the hell off. I think I scared her. She looked frightened. She got more flustered and tried to once again figure out how to get through the damn turnstile. But I am evil and couldn't be bothered to help the stupid snappish shrew at that point and just went on my way through the other turnstile. I like to think she's still stuck there and it makes me smile.

Seriously, I hate folks who screw up, get frustrated and immediately think it's someone else's fault and start lashing out with the blame. Just take a few seconds to confirm that it wasn't your error and then you can lash out with the full weight of the TRUTH behind you. Makes the bitching out so much more effective and worthwhile then.

Yeah, yeah, New Yorkers are evil. What-Ever.

Lately I keep thinking about all the things I'm going to do when I win the lottery. Not that I've ever played the lottery. Well, I did once when a coworker was going to get tickets and I gave her a dollar to get me one. But I haven't since then. Yet I still think of what I'm going to do with the millions once I have them, as if it's a done deal. It's a lovely little fantasy, but I don't know that it's helping me move forward in my real life much.

I mostly think of the travel, how I'll decorate my gorgeous Brooklyn brownstone (with flat TVs, two TiVos at least and a library - bliss), what Hawai'i place I'll buy for the folks and I, how happy Dad will be to get his RV and so on...

Sometimes I think of inheriting it. Even though I really don't know anyone with as much money as I inherit in this fantasy. And also I eventually feel guilty over the fact that someone will be dead in order for me to get these piles of money and things. So strange.

Maybe it's time for me to slim down and start looking for that trophy wife position. Or put my brilliance to work and make my own millions. Or just suck it up and enjoy the life I have. One of those three.