Wooing Strikes Again

Wooing,

Glad that you have resurfaced and have rejoined the blogosphere! Blogging alone is one step away from talking to myself ... and that's just two shakes from stretchy pants and a bird, my friend.

You think I'm Rihanna! AWESOME. I think she's really hot! Oh wait, you don't mean that as a compliment, do you? Yeah, yeah, I can see how one would compare Blackstar to Chris Brown, in that Chris Brown totally effs with Rihanna and she comes back to him anyway even if dude is a total rat bastard. Alright, I'm messed up in the head. I never said I wasn't but its getting better and 2009 will be the last year that I shed any tears for this awful man. It'll be bye bye Blackstar in 2010! You definitely said you'd cut me off at 32, which at the time you told me (several years ago) seemed like a long time away ... but ugh, we are already just eleven months from this occurrence. *sigh* How did I get here again?!?

Aw, you like Whitestar! I knew deep down in his sarcastic bitter heart that there was a nice guy, and the nice guy is slowly emerging. Although his awful Madden obsession continues, I haven't had to suffer as much. We've worked out a compromise where he only plays a couple of hours a night. While it doesn't sound like much of a compromise, it is a drastic improvement over before where he'd play ALL night AND I' d have to watch and cheer him on. Those days are over, thank gawd. Do you think Whitestar is my Goldstar?!?

By the way, something is WRONG with you, and its not the grey sweatpants you live in (I can't judge since I live in my Taiwanese house dress). YOU DON'T THINK BRODY IS HOT? That's just un-American.

Millionaire Matchmaker? Gross and grosser. I can't stand her. I think she's worse than Kiera Knightly ... she's definitely in the Hilary Swank realm of annoying.

You think you hate your life? I'm having the best of worst days ever. The couple that comes to clean my place came by today in a sorta surprise visit. Apparently, they've been coming on Tuesdays, but they used to come on Thursdays, and have been coming on this new Tuesday schedule since the first of the year ... how did I miss this? Goes to show how observant I am these days. Anyway, so as I did not expect them, I was lounging around all nasty in some granny panties and a dirty T-shirt. Door opens, I do a mini scream, cleaning guy drops the broom, I jump up off my couch, forget that I'm wearing my granny panties, scream again in horror, and then cover myself up with a blanket. My only consolation is that I didn't pop a tiggo bitty out, or else I'd really be embarassed ... cuz its not embarassing enough already that someone actually saw me in my granny panties. GAWD, I am turning beet red just thinking about it all over again.

Oh, and I got rejected from that teaching fellowship I applied to in San Francisco.

Yeah, bring it sister, because in today's showdown of whose life sucks more, I totally win today.