Smoldering Idol

So, a few weeks ago, my family and I were watching American Idol (as we often do on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings) and Simon made the comment that if the competition were Smoldering Idol, Constantine (whom my mother and I adore for some reason unknown even to us) would have it won- or something to that effect at least. Anyway, it really stuck with my mother and me. I was thinking… wouldn’t it be great if it were Smoldering Idol? Let’s just get rid of all those pesky girls. In fact, let’s rework next season into something more along the lines of an all-male review. Phenomenal. Perhaps there should be a swimsuit competition involved. And, please, no uglies.

Hehe :-p

Coca-Cola Conspiracy

don’t ask about the title… I’m bizarre.

Anyway, it’s been a few days so I thought I would update. Not a whole lot to update on… it was a busy weekend, but I mean, you get kind of tired of just talking about how your day was after awhile… or at least I do… and do you really even care? That’s what I thought.

A few highlights from the last several days…

Friday– Happy Hour at Quinn’s with the crew… it was Mike’s last day of work before movin’ to Hawaii… lucky bastard. Awesome time had. A little bit of drama ( not involving me of course- not really the dramatic type if you haven’t figured that one out), but it made the vening more interesting.

Saturday– errands in the morning, Diary of a Mad Black Woman with Aunt Annie… ran into Johanna and her bf (Chris?) at the movies… kind of weird as I hadn’t heard from her in a few months (we used to be pretty close) and then saw her at the Happy Hour on Friday and bonded and made up ( not that I was really mad at her in the first place for disappearing- it happens)… two days in a row… strangeness

Sunday– gym in the morning, Grandma’s 73rd birthday… good times. I bought her a plant and a 2 disc set of I Love Lucy– Aunt Karen got her the the same set, lol… 😛 she’s returnring hers. Disappointed by the lack of Desperate Housewives, but pleasantly surprised by Jake in Progress – gotta love Uncle Jesse in a suit and 86 the weird mullet.

Today– half day at work, but went in an hour early, met Andrea for lunch at 99, shopping with mom in the afternoon, nap, gym… 5 1/2 miles on the eliptical. The gym was packed. I found out when all the gym sluts go, but with the hoes, come the really hot gym guys… mmm mmm mmm… there’s some motivation for ya… too bad most of them have like 6 brain cells.

Oh, remember that date I was supposed to have last week? I ended up having to work late and cancelled. He’s called me since, but I haven’t returned his calls… I’ve been really busy and when I do have the time lately I just don’t really feel like being social, lol. I’m a bitch. So yeah, I’ve decided that if I don’t have the time or energy to put into returning phone calls and making conversation, I obviously don’t have the time to required to put into a relationship. I need to work on me first. Yeah, I say that now…

Ok, I guess that’s all for now… Sweet Dreams!

The Struggle Against Perfectionism

I am not perfect. Nobody is perfect. Nobody expects me to be perfect.

Most people learn and understand these concepts at a fairly young age. I don’t know if I ever really did. I think the first time it ever really hit me was about a year ago. I am 23 years old. I was about 22 when I realized it. I mean, we’re all told these things when we are very small, but I don’t think I ever really grasped it until recently and am still coming to terms with it all. Actually, I know for a fact and remember very clearly taking the phrase “nobody’s perfect” as something of a challenge- like I could really prove them wrong and be “perfect”… whatever that means. Who does that?

I find that now that I have come to a better understanding of these facts, I am much more comfortable in my every day life. I am much less neurotic and can just do things without overthinking every minute detail… It’s really quite nice. Old habits die hard though, and I often have to repeat the words above.

I am not perfect. Nobody is perfect. Nobody expects me to be perfect.