Train Wreck City

What the hell is wrong with me? I have lost my cool already a couple of times today. Can I blame the weather? Um, that would be stupid since I love the rain. Can I blame my restless sleep? Sure. I mean, I woke up a couple of times to agonizing thoughts of the upcoming event I am planning. Are people going to buy tickets? Is it going to bomb? This happens to me every time an event draws near. I know this. I know how I "get." It doesn't help me feel better though. I'm a stress ball. My shoulders are so tight I think they are permanently lodged up near my ears.

Yeah, so I am throwing this event. It's the 7th or 8th annual (record keeping wasn't a big thing around this agency in the past so work with me people) Academy Awards Gala. Sounds like a blast, huh? Yeah, I don't think so either. I mean, what are we really talking about? Getting all dolled up to walk a "red carpet," get boozed up on some $5 cocktails and eat some catered food while you sit around trying to figure out which fork to use and how to not spill on your new gown while watching rich, famous, beautiful people on teevee. Sounds like a whopping good time. Yeah. See, no wonder I am not sleeping well! I have such a bad attitude. But this isn't one of my favorite events to plan. Do I even like event planning?! Lordy. Cue identity crisis.

Anyhow, earlier I kinda lost it at my boss, who shall from this moment on be referred to as "my boss." It is okay that I went off on him, so to speak, cuz he and I are buds. We karaoke together and hang out and stuff. But seriously, he was driving me bonkers. He waltzes into my office saying: "So! The one whose name we dare not uttereth called me." This could be a lot of people so I don't know who the heck he means. And what the fuck kind of word is "uttereth?" Who says such things? Well, he does apparently. It turns out he is talking about his ex (and I use that term loosely cuz it is taking 3 months for them to break up already). Then he goes on to ask, "What about the thingy-thingy?" Um, excuse me? What the fuck are you talking about man?! So I say, "Please speak English or leave my office." Then I had to apologize for snapping. I should be at a meeting with him right now but instead I am writing this blog. My work ethic sucks today.

Then when I was walking to get a sammich (that's sandwich for you lay people) I walked by a flower shack and the song "You Don't Bring Me Flowers" started playing through my head. Great! That made me remember my ex, who we will now refer to as "Scooter Boy." This one time (at band camp, jk) at his house we were singing songs on his housemates karaoke machine (side note: what does it say about me that I have mentioned karaoke twice in one blog?!) and we decided to try a duet. So I'm Barbra and he's Neil and we start to sing but had to switch parts cuz his singing voice is more falsetto than mine. Do you get where this story is going? Scooter, falsetto. . .See earlier blog with the reference to the "questionably gay guy" I once dated. Enough said.

It's therapy day, thank god. After re-reading this blog, I have deemed myself (almost) certifiable. And tonight is American Idol. It is totally lame how obsessed I am with such a hack show. It is more for the excuse to have my friends JB, Supple and J2x over twice a week to hang out and bag on people and try to sing better than them. My poor housemate. Between me watching AI and "How Do I Look?" I am sure Mikey will be smothering me in my sleep any day now. Have you watched that show, "How Do I Look?"? It is, simply put, horrible. It's like a train wreck I can't help watching. The funny thing is, Mikey says he hates it, but yet he sits there next to me on the couch through the whole damn show. Told ya, train wreck city. ;)