So channel surfing at about 130 AM last night, I stumbled upon a show called "Big Women, Big Love" on some random network like Lifetime or Oxygen. HOLY SHIT, what an absolute trainwreck of a show. Basically its a reality show that follows 4-5 overweight, borderline obese women and their respective quests for love. Ok, fair enough, there's always been a market for this genre of programming (see Roseanne; see Mike & Molly), but in the first 30 min before I got annoyed and turned it off, 3 of the women went out, 2 on dates, 1 on a girls night. Both women on the dates complained about the food (one that it was too fancy and she just wanted something like mozzarella sticks, the other that he only ordered mozz sticks when she thought they should get both mozz sticks and onion rings), one of the woman proceeded to bitch to her friends after that she believed "he was just a chubby chaser" and both women bashed the dudes for being beneath them. It was just this remarkable contradiction between them in interviews complaining about being viewed differently and wanting to feel beautiful, but then going out and being judgmental, catty, and hilariously embracing stereotypes about larger people. Oh yea, the third woman went out with her two sisters-in-law who were both tall, beautiful women in fantastic shape, went out and engaged groups of guys, brought them into their group and then threw fits when these guys would talk to the other two. Again, a would-be sympathetic moment blown up by some awful attitude. The saving grace of the show was the horribly aggressive and awkward makeouts.
I'm usually pretty unemotional, and it takes a lot to make me cry like a baby with fictional stuff. But the episode of Doctor Who I just watched (Journey's End) has made me a complete mess. Even with already having been spoilered a long time ago as to what happens, just seeing it play out has made my whole face puff up and leaking tears.
I sobbed my face off listening to White Wine In The Sun by Tim Minchin yesterday. Like, full on weeping. Scared the husband something awful.
Fuck people. I was at the store tonight and the woman in the checkout line in front of me didn't have enough money to pay for her purchases. Being in a decent mood I said "Here, I've got it" and handed the checker a few bucks. The recipient of this good deed gathered up her shit, without looking at me or saying a word, and walked out the door. Just another reason I hate this fucking town.
I can finally relax. The holidays were nice and I'm glad I saw my and el husband's family, but there is nothing better than being in your own place. I am drinking my brand of coffee and my dog is napping behind me. My back is feeling better (I can actually sit and use the computer!) and I'm not bleeding out of my asshole anymore. Today could not be any better.
While I don't have the joy of no longer experiencing bloody stool, my day is pretty good too. I'm about to move into a new house and nature has decided to grace me with a 75 degree weekend day to say goodbye to my current porch. I live upstairs in a duplex now and have this fantastic porch that spans the whole width of the house and I'm going to miss it dearly.
Re: What the bloody hell? Only when fresh/warm... once it starts to coagulate it becomes something more along the liens of Elmer's Paste... still edible, but not at all lubricating.
Do you guys ever feel like your relationship is a merry-go-round of toxicity and you can't ever quite seem to get out of it? Yeah, me neither. Just making sure.
It's more comfortable to do nothing and suffer the familiar than do something that forces you to experience the unknown.