Literally Speaking

Why have you not heard from me? Because I’ve:

1) Moved back to hometown for a summer job, which yes, involves bottling Viagra and yelling at the temps answering the phones for Anthem.

2) Acquired a cold that turned my brain to sugar water, whereby it would leak through my nose and I simply could not concentrate on ANYTHING.

3) Forgot my wireless router and -net cord (as it was, unfortunately, connected to the router). Which means that I have to either bum the internet from Anthony’s porch (the only space in his entire house that can get a signal from the neighbors… go figure), or pop into the library during my lunch break. Right now I’m on the porch because the library closed, as it usually is. Anthony does not think that writing this post is a good use of time. He’d rather be sitting here watching Family Guy. So this post is going to be relatively short.

In essence: I have not died. I am actually formulating a great post about the wedding I mentioned. A post with heartbreak and hope and a lot of fucking alcohol.

LOOOLOLOO I GOT su Druunk! AHAHAHA!@()*$@$ I LUV EVERYON YEAH!!@!()*$@#

And pictures. Nighty night.

The dress. Not Knightly. Though she is stunning as well. When I saw Atonement back in December, I promised myself that I would somehow find a way to get this dress. It turns out that I’m not the only one obsessed with it, but the “rip-off” that Faviana designed is horrid. In the forums, other women are taking the problem to their seamstresses and just having them custom made. Ahahaha… just… custom… made… so easy. Since I do not have the type of money one needs for a custom evening gown, I’m just going to lust after it until I do. The good news is that the dress is timeless. So I can take my time.

Anything or anyone you’re lusting after? I’d like to hear it.

Why is it, when something bad is going to happen, that it’s definitely going to to be bad, why do we tell each other that everything will still “be alright.” Does everyone have a some sort of anti-reality complex, that cannot process the notion that, actually, everything is not okay right now. Right now actually kind of sucks. I’m going to tell you to stop telling me that it’s going to be alright, because it’s not alright at all, and I’d appreciate if you could take a big breath with me and say, “This may not turn out well. And that’s a fact.”

Vlog will be posted tomorrow morning. I appreciate the patience and have noted that you’ve been checking back here frequently, some several times a day, to see if the vlog has been posted yet, and to that I say GET AN RSS FEED ALREADY.

Last night I went to see Hair, which can be best be described as a psychedelic strip club. There were some lovely, lovely voices however. It sure beats staying home and watching American Idol. (Really… does American Idol really represent the best voices in this country? I hear better singers when I attend our community college’s version of Sweeny Todd. Or when I walk by the bathroom when my roommate is singing in the shower. He has a lovely falsetto.)

I’ll see you bright and early  Sunday morning. After you’ve finished your coffee and visited postsecret.