Ricardo has developed somewhat of an obsession as of late with Mari Wilson, a British singer whom I have never heard of. When he sent me the link to the video, I wasn’t sure if it was a woman or drag queen LOL.
Ricardo’s grand plan now is to recreate the video … starring me, of course, with a gigantic beehive hairdo. He’s even considered casting: My brother, dad and MM could be the back-up guys, the bitches could be on the opposite side of the stage, and Ricardo himself could play the director. He’d film me doing mundane things around town, carrying a large purse with Space Monkey inside. LOL
I think it could be amazingly awesome. Judge for yourselves.
Yeah I’m trying to get excited. I’m meeting friends for dinner at 7, then we’re going to the drag show. I found out this morning that (boy) Gina is NOT doing If I Could Turn Back Time. Capricious bitch. I fucking LUFF that song. Let us pause to watch a performance of the song. Remember how scandalous the video was back in the day? MTV would only show it after 9 p.m. LOL
Anyway. I finally went to the eye doctor this afternoon to pick up my contacts and also pick out a pair of glasses. I found a pair of super cute Vera Bradley frames. Unfortunately I have to wait 7 to 10 business days for them. On the bright side, the complete glasses only cost me $348. Yeah, I know that’s sad that I’m pleased with that, but when you’ve been wearing glasses for 25 years like I have, you expect to pay out the nose to be able to see.
Here’s my second favorite Cher song. Maybe (boy) Gina will perform to this.
Stolen from Mr. Dawg. Rules: Put your music player on shuffle, press forward for each question and use the song title as the answer.
What does next year have in store for me?
An Unusual Kiss by Melissa Etheridge
What’s my love life like?
Gun by Mick Jagger
What do I say when life gets hard?
It Was You by Lindsey Buckingham
What do I think of on waking up?
The Happy Elf by Harry Connick Jr.
What song will I dance to at my wedding?
SexyBack by Justin Timberlake (LOL)
What do I want as a career?
Come On Come by Mary Chapin Carpenter
My favorite saying?
Do Me Good by Amy Winehouse
Favorite place?
Love Untold by Paul Westerberg
What do I think of my parents?
Here Comes the Flood by Peter Gabriel
What’s my porn star name?
Waiting for the Miracle by Leonard Cohen
Where would I go on a first date?
Too Much to Hide by Crosby, Still, Nash and Young
Drug of choice?
Mysteries We Understand by Sophie B. Hawkins
Describe myself.
Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart
What is the thing I like doing most?
Weeds by Jann Arden
What is my state of mind like at the moment?
O Holy Night by Mariah Carey
How will I die?
Who Do You Think You Are by the Spice Girls
I totally PPH this song by Pink, “A Long Way to Happy.”
I was supposed to get a facial tonight but they called to reschedule; two students had the flu. One of the hazards of the beauty college, I suppose. I’m going in Saturday morning, and they’re going to give me $10 off. So, faced with an evening alone with no plans (Matt made plans with a buddy since I was going to be busy), I decided to tackle my closet. I organized the boxes/tubs in there and then put tubs in there, so it clears up some space in my living area. Of course, it doesn’t really solve anything since I still have to empty to boxes but I already feel better not being able to see them!
I have had this song stuck intermittently in my head for two weeks. The guys from Found magazine sang a ditty called, of course, The Booty Don’t Stop. It’s quite catchy, as you can hear for yourself (after you get past the annoying girl).
I got my homework done last night; I was pleased to see that the application exercise for one class is quite easy this week. I just have to create an online profile for some thing the college has. Whoopity doo. I filled most of it out last night. I did have to troll the internet to find some databases that could potentially be helpful … really for no reason. Just “potentially” helpful. Umm yeah. Seems like an exercise to test our internet searching skillz! Lame. I suppose I will have to do some market research eventually. Miss Lucy already has her business-plan idea and she hasn’t even started classes. I have no idea what mine will be about. Something fabulous, no doubt.
Total songs: 3,783, which according to iTunes is 11.3 days worth of music (includes some audiobooks).
Sort by song title, first and last: AAA by Paul Westerberg and 99% of Us Is Failure by Matthew Good
Sort by length, shortest and longest: Telephone (Interlude) by Mandy Moore (0:15) and Storm 1 by Nature Quest (30:04). STFU.
Sort by album, first and last: “Absolutely: Best of ABC” and “80s Power Ballards”
Sort by artist, first and last: ABBA and 98 Degrees
Top five played songs: Forget About It by Alison Krauss, Night Moves by Bob Seger, Goodbye is All We Have by Alison Krauss, Forever by Vertical Horizon and We Hide & Seek by Alison Krauss
Find the following words and list how many times they come up: Sex (18), Death (3), Love (289), You (628), Home (31), Boy (83), Girl (134)
First five songs which come up on party shuffle: Dim All the Lights by Donna Summer; Let’s Make a Night to Remember by Bryan Adams; Space by Something Corporate; The Stuff that Dreams are Made of by Carly Simon; and Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter, Paul and Mary.
The rain woke me up last night. Is there anything work than rain in November? It’s so cold and chills you to the bone. I plan to not go out in it if at all possible. Brrrrr. My bedroom stays warm, but my living area is still cold. WTF? Story of my apartment life! I may have to get some insulated curtains for my living room, or liners to go behind the curtains I do have up, because sitting on my couch, I can feel the draft!
Speaking of November rain, remember back in the day when Guns ‘n Roses were so fucking hot? I remember the first time I saw them, it was when they won the Grammy for best new artist in ‘89 or whenever. I was just like, Oh. My. GAWD! They are so hardcore! LOL I still love Sweet Child O’ Mine and of course, Welcome to the Jungle. “Do you know where you are? You’re in the jungle, baby!” (Another song I still dorkily quote, usually just for my own amusement.) When I was in college, my roommate and I each bought one of the Use Your Illusion CDs. She was a bitch, though, and insisted that she get the one with November Rain. Any wonder I haven’t spoken to her in 15 years?
The sad thing is that after five years of studying spanish in high school and college, these are about the only words that I can remember. I wish I had kept up with the language, I did pretty well with it, I could even write papers but now? Not so much. I’m lucky to make it through the menu at Taco Bell.
It’s Friday night, I’m home, I’m drinking — it all adds up to one thing: Lita Ford! Ok, you may not have seen that coming, but damn, I love me some Kiss Me Deadly, if only because the song so bothered my mother back in the day (that and Talk Dirty to Me by Poison lol. Oh and I Want Your Sex by George Michael and Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood. But I digress.). I have listened to Kiss Me Deadly a few times tonight and have move on to the epic Find Your Way Back by Starship or whatever the fuck they were called when that song came out.
What am I drinking, you wonder? Tequila? NAY! I pulled out my bottle of Dr. McGillicuddy’s Vanilla Liqueur, a beverage that brings back fond memories of being in Miami and making a drunken trip to the former flame’s hotel room at roughly 3 a.m. That, my friends, was the epitome of alcohol-affected decision making. Fortunately we both decided we were too drunk, confused and oh, yeah, involved with other people, both men LOL, to screw around. Ah, sweet memories!
I rec’d an e-mail from a new prospect, this one lured in by the line in my online dating profile stipulating that the man in my life must understand the majesty that is the television show “CHiPs”. It’s true. Very true. Ridicule my CHiPs, I ridicule your (almost-certainly) small dick. I saw that the first season is out on DVD. Hint hint. Miss Monique’s birthday is in a little more than a month.
My $75 Sephora gift card came in the mail today. Fuck yeah. It’s like Christmas came early. It’s not like I can buy anything non-frivolous there so I think I’m gonna go for the $25 Nars blush (in Orgasm, of course) and $22 Anastasia brow powder. My heart is starting to race just thinking about it. Or maybe that’s because the blush is called Orgasm. Either way, it’s fucking hawt!
On the bright side, the complete glasses only cost me $348. Yeah, I know that’s sad that I’m pleased with that, but when you’ve been wearing glasses for 25 years like I have, you expect to pay out the nose to be able to see. 
So, faced with an evening alone with no plans (Matt made plans with a buddy since I was going to be busy), I decided to tackle my closet. I organized the boxes/tubs in there and then put tubs in there, so it clears up some space in my living area. Of course, it doesn’t really solve anything since I still have to empty to boxes but I already feel better not being able to see them!
