Things I Don't Get

I've had a shit ton of caffeine (well over 100 oz of diet Coke) today so if my post is a little jumpy....deal with it.

Going back to the one thing I want, I have mentioned before that I have contacted others who are in the same position. What differs me from them is the fact that these people tend to, um, pretend. They will actually do what they want without actually having the thing that would give them that lifestyle. And I could get a lot of slack from them if they were to read this, but I really do not agree with it. I think it's incredibly disturbing. I don't give a shit if it supposedly makes them feel better. It's not right. I think maybe why my view on this particular type of person has changed so drastically is partly because now anytime I see one, I can't help but think, are they really? Or are they like these people I talk with and just pretending? The other part is....I am just a bitch.

Have I ever thought of doing it? Certainly. Would I ever? Highly unlikely. Not in public, at least.

There are many times where while I would do almost anything for this that I actually pause and think, well, what if it actually did happen? How would I really feel? In all honestly, it does still kind of scare me. Boy, you know, it's really hard to say things without actually saying it.

For the past two days in Dear Abby, there has been a debate going on about thongs. I hate thongs. Partly because they look incredibly annoying and partly because they are a breeding ground for urinary tract infections and after that Brazilian model dying, I am really terrified to get a UTI. But the thong argument always boils down to the same point- women wear them to disguise panty lines. But here is the thing- most women I see wearing them are not hiding any panty line. I can still see the panty line of the thong. I see women wearing black or colored thongs under white pants. And the thing that grosses me out the most is when old or fat women wear them and they're walking and their asses are all jiggling and going BOOM BOOM BOOM. It makes me want to projectile vomit. I can feel bile spewing up my throat just thinking about it.

There has been all this hoopla over that Blagovich or whatever the hell his name is and while what he did was wrong, frankly, I don't see what the big stink is. Politicians abuse power all the time. Sarah Palin did and I don't see her ass getting impeached. Bush and Cheney sent thousands to their deaths, allowed the ones that actually made it home to get inadequate care, and polluted the environment and yet no one seems to be doing much to push for them to get impeached. If anything Blago should get impeached for, it's that horrible hairdo.

I saw Bride Wars last night. I don't get why my fellow gender members dream of such elaborate weddings. I dream of a wedding, certainly, but it is never anything spectacular. No Vera Wang wedding dresses or fancy schmancy wedding cakes with ingredients I can't even pronounce. Why are wedding cakes so fancy anyway? Whatever happened to pound cake with white icing? I want my wedding cake from Stock's Bakery in Philly. And I want this on top of it.

Pink Panther 2? Space Buddies? One word- why?