Happy Birthday Lotta!!!!!!
I want to be able to be SO VERY EXCITED and HAPPY that it's Cara's birthday, and, well, I mean, I _am_ happy that it's your birthday and all that, but . . . damn. I miss everyone. A lot. I can't believe how long it's been, and how long it FEELS like it's been. Even Nick is getting there before me (another thing to be really fucking happy about, if I could muster it). I mean, it's so bad that when I logged on and tried to read back through some of everyone's more recent entries from the past week, I almost burst into tears. And no, not because of what The Cult has gone and done with his (almost salvageable) romantic life (bastard!) but because of what Meredith said about Cara's new tops. I want to see Cara's new Spring tops. I am pretty broken up about missing it, actually.
How pathetic a "Happy Birthday!" is that, anyway? Let me try again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELIEST OF ALL THE LOVELY LOTTAS!! And we all know there's only one truly Lovely L.
I am having a rough week. However, I did get to go have an hour and a half massage with this completely psychic healer woman (and I don't believe in psychic healers) who not only practically cured my neck issues with one session but told me that after three or four I would definitely be done with this RSI. Of course I did not believe her, but then, during the session she not only started talking about how fucked up racism was (I had just had yet another, uh, "discussion" about this with my mom after seeing Geraldo Rivera interview Mark Fuhrman . . . Ugh), but she also, and completely out of the blue, said to me "Don't have kids." Weird. It was like she was tapping into some shit that'd been on my mind (remember, I was visiting my mom), and after releasing toxic waves of lactic acid into my system she also managed to proffer some good advice. I want to buy her a house.
In fact, being with my mom was a walk in the park compared to the last two and half days at Karen's. We are NOT getting along. That's pretty scary considering she is supposed to move in with me on WEDNESDAY. For the remaining summer, anyway.
I can't even believe that tomorrow we have to drive to Cleveland and I have to meet her mom. I mean, I actually WANT to meet her mom. But do I want to meet her mom under these circumstances? Not really. To top it all off, Jessica has been evicted from her house. She has decided to go ahead and come to the wedding (thank god) that we are all attending in Cleveland, and so I am super happy about that little detail, but otherwise . . . well, let's just say I hope they have a Big Ass Bar at that wedding reception because I don't rightly know how K and I will make it otherwise.
Did I mention that Shannon told Karen that she would not be able to stay at my house during Pride because (quote): "It makes [her] feel dirty"?? That's right, Shannon thinks that my house is "dirty." MY HOUSE. I mean, granted, I haven't seen it in a few weeks, but the fucking NERVE. As if.
Sorry to have such a bad attitude on this, the Day of Lotta's Birth. If I concentrate real hard, maybe it will be like I am actually at the party . . . .maybe I'll call, though I don't really know what your plans are.
Also, Mere, I don't know if you got this message or not (on 5JANETS) but if you could, pretty please, look underneath my desk for an orange Matisse address book, and find my dad's address (it's either under "D" for obvious reasons or under "G" for equally obvious reasons), I definitely need to find out what my dad's address is so I can mail his Father's Day card. It's the Raleigh address. I'll buy you nice cold drink when I get back for your troubles (and I mean all of them, like, cat care . . . are they making you completely crazy yet, or what?)
B-E, let me know what you want to wear to the Dyke March. Have you discussed, er, costumes? We should probably discuss this on the "secure line," though--I mean, we're like Madonna, we should shock our fans with our bold re-invention of ourselves and not just give it all away all the time like the sluts we are. Or wish we were.
Happy birthday as well to all the other birthday people I have missed (SFZ and Michele--Michele, has yours happened yet?--and Handy . . . and who else am I missing here?). Collin, I hope the car is in better shape than your self-esteem. But, seriously my man, what ARE you thinkin?
I'm glad the Transformers got a great photo shoot, that Rev M had hot sex with his daddy, that we all know how to cook bacon, that LoriHollet had fun in the South, that Reagan is dead, that BoyHowdy is having the Boston ticket, that drag kings are not a third gender, that Z's ex is back to stay, that we can all find out what disease we are, that Lotta has new tops, and that there are still all sorts of shameless people on LJ who like to talk about how "hott" they are.
How pathetic a "Happy Birthday!" is that, anyway? Let me try again.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELIEST OF ALL THE LOVELY LOTTAS!! And we all know there's only one truly Lovely L.
I am having a rough week. However, I did get to go have an hour and a half massage with this completely psychic healer woman (and I don't believe in psychic healers) who not only practically cured my neck issues with one session but told me that after three or four I would definitely be done with this RSI. Of course I did not believe her, but then, during the session she not only started talking about how fucked up racism was (I had just had yet another, uh, "discussion" about this with my mom after seeing Geraldo Rivera interview Mark Fuhrman . . . Ugh), but she also, and completely out of the blue, said to me "Don't have kids." Weird. It was like she was tapping into some shit that'd been on my mind (remember, I was visiting my mom), and after releasing toxic waves of lactic acid into my system she also managed to proffer some good advice. I want to buy her a house.
In fact, being with my mom was a walk in the park compared to the last two and half days at Karen's. We are NOT getting along. That's pretty scary considering she is supposed to move in with me on WEDNESDAY. For the remaining summer, anyway.
I can't even believe that tomorrow we have to drive to Cleveland and I have to meet her mom. I mean, I actually WANT to meet her mom. But do I want to meet her mom under these circumstances? Not really. To top it all off, Jessica has been evicted from her house. She has decided to go ahead and come to the wedding (thank god) that we are all attending in Cleveland, and so I am super happy about that little detail, but otherwise . . . well, let's just say I hope they have a Big Ass Bar at that wedding reception because I don't rightly know how K and I will make it otherwise.
Did I mention that Shannon told Karen that she would not be able to stay at my house during Pride because (quote): "It makes [her] feel dirty"?? That's right, Shannon thinks that my house is "dirty." MY HOUSE. I mean, granted, I haven't seen it in a few weeks, but the fucking NERVE. As if.
Sorry to have such a bad attitude on this, the Day of Lotta's Birth. If I concentrate real hard, maybe it will be like I am actually at the party . . . .maybe I'll call, though I don't really know what your plans are.
Also, Mere, I don't know if you got this message or not (on 5JANETS) but if you could, pretty please, look underneath my desk for an orange Matisse address book, and find my dad's address (it's either under "D" for obvious reasons or under "G" for equally obvious reasons), I definitely need to find out what my dad's address is so I can mail his Father's Day card. It's the Raleigh address. I'll buy you nice cold drink when I get back for your troubles (and I mean all of them, like, cat care . . . are they making you completely crazy yet, or what?)
B-E, let me know what you want to wear to the Dyke March. Have you discussed, er, costumes? We should probably discuss this on the "secure line," though--I mean, we're like Madonna, we should shock our fans with our bold re-invention of ourselves and not just give it all away all the time like the sluts we are. Or wish we were.
Happy birthday as well to all the other birthday people I have missed (SFZ and Michele--Michele, has yours happened yet?--and Handy . . . and who else am I missing here?). Collin, I hope the car is in better shape than your self-esteem. But, seriously my man, what ARE you thinkin?
I'm glad the Transformers got a great photo shoot, that Rev M had hot sex with his daddy, that we all know how to cook bacon, that LoriHollet had fun in the South, that Reagan is dead, that BoyHowdy is having the Boston ticket, that drag kings are not a third gender, that Z's ex is back to stay, that we can all find out what disease we are, that Lotta has new tops, and that there are still all sorts of shameless people on LJ who like to talk about how "hott" they are.