Unbelievable bliss
Bliss has at long last arrived, gang. Unfortunately, the details are a little too personal to put on a blog.
("What???!!!" you may shout out impulsively, perhaps spilling your piping-hot cup of coffee in your lap in the process. "Something is suddenly 'too goddamned personal' for her to spew out all over a blog???? That b*tch! I want my money back!!")
Okay. I will say this, though. If you're anywhere near as old as I am (49), just don't worry about the aging thing. Focus on what you truly want from life this time around, ignore the nay-sayers and just believe & believe & believe. It is astounding what or who will come to you when you least expect it. I spent 45 or so years of my life being relentlessly misunderstood and thus feeling like an all-out super freak [We think RJ wrote that song just for her -- Editor]; and, okay, I made a decent writing career out of it in the process of trying to survive it, but now none of it matters, gang. None of it. And all of it is celebrated. It is an awesomely joyful feeling. And just FYI: my decision to do without hormone replacement is going on 9 years now and is so far working out just beautifully. So on we go.
On another note entirely... I will not -- repeat: WILL NOT -- turn this blog into my own personal Johnny Depp spew fest, but sometimes I just -- I don't know; I just want to spew. What is this now with this "most remarkably stupefyingly entertaining entertainer (man) of the decade"?? I take issue with the fact that he's pretty much wearing the very same thing he was wearing on the PEOPLE cover last week when he was the sexiest man alive. And now, only a week or so later, the EW zine hits newsstands the day before Public Enemies is released on DVD. And then me thinks it's all been just some god awful marketing scheme to try to rake in as much cash as possible on that movie before the old year hits that brick wall of the New Year and dies away.
I take issue with all this only b/c I thought he was the most remarkably stupefyingly entertaining entertainer (man) of the decade back in the 1990s, but not a whole lot of folks agreed with me on that back then b/c his movies didn't make a ton of money. He hadn't done the over-the-moon lucrative Disney Pirate ride thing yet. Not that I have an issue with that movie -- I loved that first one and have seen it a zillion times. It just gets under my skin that it always all comes down to money around here. It's sort of a reverse of the Emperor's New Clothes. It's not that he's not wearing any clothes, it's that he's been wearing these magnificent clothes the entire time and so few people gave a shit until he was finally making everybody else rich.
Okay. Anyway. I must get going around here! Life continues to mystify and astound and b/c of that, I overslept a little today and now I am way behind in everything! See ya, gang. Have a great Saturday wherever you are, pray for a little snow for me around here, and thanks for visiting!
("What???!!!" you may shout out impulsively, perhaps spilling your piping-hot cup of coffee in your lap in the process. "Something is suddenly 'too goddamned personal' for her to spew out all over a blog???? That b*tch! I want my money back!!")
Okay. I will say this, though. If you're anywhere near as old as I am (49), just don't worry about the aging thing. Focus on what you truly want from life this time around, ignore the nay-sayers and just believe & believe & believe. It is astounding what or who will come to you when you least expect it. I spent 45 or so years of my life being relentlessly misunderstood and thus feeling like an all-out super freak [We think RJ wrote that song just for her -- Editor]; and, okay, I made a decent writing career out of it in the process of trying to survive it, but now none of it matters, gang. None of it. And all of it is celebrated. It is an awesomely joyful feeling. And just FYI: my decision to do without hormone replacement is going on 9 years now and is so far working out just beautifully. So on we go.
On another note entirely... I will not -- repeat: WILL NOT -- turn this blog into my own personal Johnny Depp spew fest, but sometimes I just -- I don't know; I just want to spew. What is this now with this "most remarkably stupefyingly entertaining entertainer (man) of the decade"?? I take issue with the fact that he's pretty much wearing the very same thing he was wearing on the PEOPLE cover last week when he was the sexiest man alive. And now, only a week or so later, the EW zine hits newsstands the day before Public Enemies is released on DVD. And then me thinks it's all been just some god awful marketing scheme to try to rake in as much cash as possible on that movie before the old year hits that brick wall of the New Year and dies away.
I take issue with all this only b/c I thought he was the most remarkably stupefyingly entertaining entertainer (man) of the decade back in the 1990s, but not a whole lot of folks agreed with me on that back then b/c his movies didn't make a ton of money. He hadn't done the over-the-moon lucrative Disney Pirate ride thing yet. Not that I have an issue with that movie -- I loved that first one and have seen it a zillion times. It just gets under my skin that it always all comes down to money around here. It's sort of a reverse of the Emperor's New Clothes. It's not that he's not wearing any clothes, it's that he's been wearing these magnificent clothes the entire time and so few people gave a shit until he was finally making everybody else rich.
Okay. Anyway. I must get going around here! Life continues to mystify and astound and b/c of that, I overslept a little today and now I am way behind in everything! See ya, gang. Have a great Saturday wherever you are, pray for a little snow for me around here, and thanks for visiting!
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