This is David from the cast of the new Real World in New Orleans, he carries a little Ernie doll around on his backpack because the little boy who he was mentoring gave it to him just before he died. He wants to be the first black bodybuilding President of the United States. I don't know, I just really like him, when I know Julie is the character we are meant to focus on.
Oh my God, this has been the most unbelievably stressful day!!! I'm happy because it looks like some of my livejournal friends have written to me, but I haven't had a second of free time to read what they wrote. I'll catch up you guys as soon as I finish posting this, thank you all so much for your support. I love you guys!!!!
My priorities today were to write a letter to my friend, apologizing for the things I did that hurt her, and trying to salvage the relationship, while at the seem time being true to myself, and cleaning up this continuing backlog of auction wins from eBay. The pain in my neck is excruciating. It's interesting to me that I refer to it as a pain in the neck. I think that's pretty indicative of how I feel about some of the problems I have going on in my life right now.
I've been using this jumbo vibrator to try to deal with the tension in my neck and shoulders. It's funny but I thought it would somehow turn me on, and confuse my nervous system, (you know, that familiar little hum), because this is not what I generally use these vibrating devices for ; ) But I'm so freaked out lately that I am totally numb below the waist, well except the pain I have from this minor, over the counter kind of problem, I keep passing back and forth with my partner, and the vibrator had no erotic effect on me whatsoever. So much for Pavlov's theory when the doggiess are experiencing extreme emotional distress. I guess that bell goes ding ding, and the dogs run for the computer, and web surf all night long, instead.
I think I know what I would need to do to be in really great shape and health, but it seems so daunting I can't even break it down into it's tiniest steps and begin.
Beau and Edgar are not getting along at all. Ed is a serious pain in the ass. He's about as provocative as anyone can be. He was lonely all day waiting for Beau to come home. Both boys promised to behave themselves and I promised to take everyone out for manicures (the gals wanted manicures) dinner and a movie, if they could all just get along for one afternoon. So here I was anxiously trying to write the perfect letter to my friend, my therapy appointment looming ahead, and suddenly there was a huge clatter in the room next door. I heard yelling and thumping and scrambling around, and then suddenly Beau was at the door crying and swearing.
They had all been hangin' out in Coco's room, doing art with their pens and paper pads. Edgar and Talia had been grounded for the mini-flood they created in my bathroom, after having promised not to. Selene, who had been assigned the job of making sure they didn't flood the bathroom, had chosen instead to call her boyfriend, from behind the locked door of my toilet room. She had even taken magazines and books and propped them up against the glass partition that divides the toilet from the tub, so that the kids wouldn't be able to interrupt her long distance call. They took this to mean they had a pass to splash.
So for some incredibly bizarre reason, having to do with his being pissed off at being grounded, Edgar decided to tell Beau that had taken Beau's favorite toy, the one that means the most to him, (his remote control truck), and destroyed it. He told Beau that he had broken it all up into little pieces, when he hadn't done any thing of the sort. Well, Beau, who had just been waiting for an excuse to hit him, ever since I had given him permission to defend himself, promptly forgot about the defense part, and hurled himself across the room, and socked Edgar in the chest. Edgar, not to be outmanned by anyone, wound up and slugged Beau as hard as he could, in the shoulder, which then prompted Beau to kick Edgar, who then kicked Beau back. Selene was trapped in the middle of this whole angry boy melee.
Needless to say, I didn't make it to therapy, and wound up having our session over the phone. Mostly i talked about my mean, selfish, ice cube of an ex and father's day. Then afterwards I took Beau and the girls to the drug store, to buy shampoo and gel and hair accessories, and some of the other personal things they didn't have yet. Then we went to McDonalds for Teenie Beenies.
I get really compulsive about Mcdonald's Teenie Beanies. I am such a total sucker for good marketing. Now Talia is throwing up the fabulously healthy McDonald's food I got for her. Well, at least it got me out of the house, even now I'm asking myself if I have enough energy to go back and see if I can get another Millennium Bear. Is that nuts or what? Don't answer, I'll do it for you, yes it is!
I can't let you go without commenting on the first episode of the new Real World. I'm a sucker for anything voyeuristic. But you guys know that by now. Yup, the gal who picks on her own manfriend for being a TV addict, has now got three nights in a row, of reality television programming, lined up for at least the next few months. We've got The Nineteen Hundred House on Mondays, followed by The Real World in New Orleans on Tuesdays, ending with Survivor on Wednesdays. Let's not forget Cops, Animal Planet's show with the vets, (although I also kind of like the Crocodile Hunter cause how can you not like that wacky guy), Trauma, and HBO's Real Sex, and that Taxi Confessions show. This is perfect karmic justice, for my having picked on Scott, for being such a friggin nut about TV, that not even two simultaneously running VCR's, can cover all the shows he might have to watch at any one given time. Thereby preventing us from being able to do something else, because heaven forbid he might miss his third "track", as he likes to call it. Judge not lest ye be judged, right on my friends.
So, The Real World in New Orleans; okay, well, what's not to love about New Orleans, there's a hook for me right there, and I've had that casting special going on all week, and was rooting for my favorite people. I'm kind of sad that this blonde gal who was so sweet didn't make it, but maybe she is going to be on Road Rules cause she was seriously athletic. I also thought the African American girl from South Central, LA would make it for sure, so I'm totally confused about that, hmmmm.
I love the Mormon gal, and the muscly guy, David from the South side of Chicago, seems really nice. Despite the fact that Julie seems to be the heart of the piece, I really love this guy David. I also like the handsome, sweet, gay guy. What was surprising to me, and a great lesson in not making judgments based on first impressions, is that I wound up being kind of turned off by the little wild gal, and really adoring the strange, blonde, white guy with the signature glasses, when I had originally felt completely opposite.
What truly sucks about The Real World is that it is more emotionally manipulative, and predictable, than a stack of Steven Spielberg pancakes with extra syrup. I mean, we know that some of them will couple and uncouple and fight. We know that someone will be the irritatingly problematic, grating and selfish, should-we-throw-him-or-her-out-of-the-ho
Okay back I go to toil in the eBay mines. Please wish me a relaxed neck.
Love you guys,