Daddy, don't read this entry.

My body hurts more now after taking a day off from class than it did yesterday. Hmph! Maybe going tonight will help. Or maybe Tylenol Back & Body will help. The things I do to become a better ass kicker.

Bon Jovi is currently edging out Aerosmith on my iPod. I keep feeling an overwhelming need to make my hair big and my lashes thick and crusty and my lids blue each morning. Ah, the good ole days. That will never happen though as it takes an hour and a can of Aqua Net to get my hair big in the mornings and I just cannot be bothered to do that these days. I get ready in about 15 minutes in the morning now and I like it. Though with the email and the TiVo it actually takes about 45 minutes to get me out of my apartment. It's the showering at night that helps with the speedy prep time. And speaking of my showering habits...

I was out with Muffy & Steph the other day and some reference to me showering at night came up. Steph is all, "I know your showering habits." And then some reference is made shortly after about my freakish need for my bra and undies to match each other as well as to match my outfit. And then he asks me if I like olives. And that just sorta cracked me up. That he knows about my shower habits & my underwear but not if I'm an olive person or not. Just makes me think about what people share about themselves and what sticks in people's minds. Obviously underwear is more exciting than olives (in most cases) and the matching thing is a quirk of mine that I'm not shy about. But it amuses me.

It also makes me think of how often people claim (not actually to my face in most cases) that I talk about sex all the time. It used to bother me and make me think I'm a bit of a skank or something, but now I figure it's more their issue than mine. Sex is awesome and I'm a big fan, but I actually have other interests. I know I've bored people silly with chat about Aerosmith and Taekwon Do. I dig Duran Duran and truly believe Walt Disney World is the happiest place on earth and love the movie Bring it On and can lecture on it's status as the greatest movie of 2000 for hours and hours. I dig my little Beyonce and her mad math skills. I love TiVo beyond reason and don't even get me started on television shows I adore like Silk Stalkings and Charlie's Angels and Gilmore Girls and such. I read all kinds of things that I love talking about or forcing upon others. Bitching about work could be neverending with me if I was allowed. But none of that is all that exciting. Sex is. And I'm not really cowed by the topic. It doesn't make me giggle and hide my face (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I'm happy to be frank and honest about it (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me) and very few things shock me about the topic at this point (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I dig porn and I'm bi and I know my way around a toy store and so on. Which is apparently 'spicy'. So that seems to be what people remember about conversations with me. I think some friends of a friend used to call me porn girl and only want to talk about that on the few occasions when we'd meet. Because sex is a topic that people like to dish on. 'Cause if you aren't getting it right that second you might as well talk about it.

So, I think folks just remember that they had this conversation with me that wasn't typical. Or that we talked about a fun aspect of sex at a party. Or played some horrible drinking game where it came up a lot. And it was way more interesting than the previous hour long coversation on the various good and bad hairstyles of the seven seasons of Buffy, so that's what they remember. Or maybe they're just so uptight about the topic that all they can remember is that I wasn't uptight so I must be a ho. Or maybe they think I'm awesome and just want to sleep with me and think it's cool that they got to talk about being nekkid with me. I don't know. But I now figure it's most likely one of those things or something like it and not actually that I talk about sex nonstop.

And if y'all start leaving little comments saying otherwise, we're going to rumble.

Jon Bon Jovi would now like to tell me how he'd die for me so I'll have to write more later. Sorry.

Wet Angry Beet

Class kicked my ASS last night. Gah! I almost cried. It was a small class so more time at the bag and all, more room for more kicks. And then lots of hard drills and kicks and all. But I did make it through all of class. And looked like a wet angry beet as always. I will never be picked up in a gym setting. When I workout my little round face turns bright red, I sweat and sometimes cry and am very soggy and usually do NOT look happy. It's so sad. I wish I could be one of those people who sweats and exerts all pretty like. Whatever. We all have our crosses to bear. One of mine is my tendency toward the wet angry beet. I'll soldier on. Somehow. It would help if my body didn't hurt so much. I cannot believe I'm going back for more abuse tonight.

Aerosmith is still going strong. Just so y'all know. But I'm loving the Bon Jovi right now. Because I know you need to know what's happening in my iPod at all times.

Beyonce was adorable today. She had a shirt on announcing that she was Momma's girl and spoiled and perfect and a little princess (and yes, it was a pink shirt - she is my hero). So we discussed how she is a spoiled princess. And we read part of yet another Olsen Twin Mystery. And then more math. We even rocked a division problem. Yeah, baby. And then I got to read an essay she'd written that was posted in the hall. It was the sweetest thing about how her brother is her bridge and how he's taught her to be strong and to ignore people who are mean to her and things like that. It was awesome. I can't wait to hear how he likes it once she takes it down and gives it to him. She's too cool. I want to adopt her. I don't think her folks would be too keen on that though. Alas. Although she also demonstrated how she can cry on cue. I told her to use her powers for good and not evil. We'll see...

My whole body aches! When did I become 80?!?!?!

Aerosmith Still Holding Strong

So, Saturday Pimp Daddy came to Brooklyn (because he's that cool) and we joined up with Muffy & Steph to do the brunch thing. Because that's just what you do to be social on a weekend before 4PM. I don't know why, but it just is. So we did the brunch thing and then we worked on filling in some holes in Muffy's childhood. The woman has never seen Caddyshack. We watched the Oscar's last weekend and loved the Tiger Woods ad so much and she was just all, 'huh? That was kinda funny.' Steph and I were appalled. So, Saturday afternoon was all about the Caddyshack and the Animal House (which she had at least seen part of at some point in time). We all need to email her parents for allowing her to reach junior high graduation without these films. So get on that. She also was denied the Dukes of Hazzard, y'all. She never got to dream of dressing like Daisy while making out with Bo. I just, I can't even imagine a life like that.

Anyway, now that the darling Muffy hates me... back to the Aerosmith point. So midway through the day's activities I realized that I had not listened to Aerosmith that day. And that it could well be the first day since Vegas 2004 that I did not hear my lovely "Love in an Elevator" or "Ragdoll" or anything like it. And it made me sad. But I didn't think the trio was going to let me run home and get a quick fix. And the iPod was at home as well. It was a sad, sad moment. But then there was red wine and Caddyshack and I tried to overcome my sorrow. Oooh, and Root Beer Float Mike & Ikes.

After the movies and dinner and some rearranging of original plans (got canceled on by two different chicas this weekend and I'm starting to wonder if I smell or something), Muffy, Steph and I went to see Starsky & Hutch (Owen Wilson is also now on my ever growing list of boyfriends/girlfriends) and it was fun. And then the credits started and after about two notes I realized I was getting my Aerosmith for the day. Yeah, baby. It's a sign from god. That Matthew and I are to be together 4-eveh! And I must listen to Aerosmith every single day.

It really is. Honest. You just have to believe!

Today has been a crummy Monday. Late to work, cold, wet, snowy weather. And I saw the friend's Psycho EX AGAIN on my way to work. I gotta come to work earlier. Luckily we both head earphones on and it was raining so she didn't stop me. But she did wave and smile. She HATES me and she waved and smiled. Ugh. Of course my first reaction was to smile back. Then I remembered things she's said about me and scowled. But she was long gone by then. Dammit.