Noggin
Interesting thoughts atumble in my noggin:
Thoughts jumbling about in my head, very much like a very poorly sorted load of laundry on high spin. Darks, whites, knits, delicates, and a big lumpy churning thing making odd noises as it gurgles and bubbles about. As per the usual, in no particular order.
Have I lost my snark?
I re-read my Born Again Virgin article and am gleeful to see how snarky and sharp I am there. I haven’t felt that scathing in a while when it comes to my writing. And seeing as how the scathing snarkiness is what has gotten me noticed by my editors, I better get it back again, and fast. *sigh* Am I losing my touch? Woah is me.
I am blessed.
Loads of friends are coming in from out of town for the big birthday shin dig at the end of the month. From Vancouver, LA and possibly even possibly from Iowa.< --kid brother, yo.
Gasp, I’m going to turn 28.
I still dress like I’m 15. And sometimes a sad sighful weariness in my bones makes me feel like I’m 50. I wonder if the maturity thing and the depleting snarkitude go hand in hand. As much as I claim to bizarre diva fame, I’m really not that much more than a girl who’s often confused, but has some faith to rely on that keeps her chugging along. There is much to recognize, meditate on, absorb, give thanks for, and respond to. I feel good for being 28. I’ve stopped beating myself up for things that I haven’t done and delight in the fact that though my life might not be successful in some folks’ books, it is probably several fold more quirky. And success usually doesn’t make for a good story. Freaks, well, more often than not, they do.
Yesterday, when I got the email from the show producer , I was spinning with utter vanity and fame-ho-ness. I think it’s a kick back from being a late bloomer. So, soaring on that delicious and totally conceited thrill, I was absolutely hideous in hubris. So what; they called me today and left a msg. Nothing is definite, and even if I got on the show, it’s not like Steven Spielberg would be knocking on my door the following day or anything. No book deals would spin out of it. I wouldn’t win the lottery. If I *got* on the show, I’d surely become, at most, “infamous” as
a. the stuttering and clumsy dolt that spills scalding hot mocha frappucino on the front of the berman gal’s ivory pantsuits, thereby scorching their brazilian waxed pootytangs and being sued silly
b. the inadvertant spokesperson non paraleil for Toys in Babeland.
c. the object of stalker/fetishization by more jawbhoms than you can shake a maracca at.
d. the only Asian American woman to say “pootytang” on national cable television (with her clothes on).
Too many other staticky thoughts atumble in my head:
* Things to do for work (emails, phone calls, documents, reports, presentations, etc)
* Writing projects (Bananamag, KoreAm, ii Stix, poetry, reading a friend’s novel, etc)
* Room projects (Stacking, sorting, & hiding various items)
* Personal Projects (Am considering relining my jacket)
* Web Projects (This site needs work still, and I’m lazy these days, + peanut gallery for ernie’s game)
* Personal Life Maintenance (bills, laundry, etc)
* Self Care (eye brow plucking, pedicure, situps)
* Bridal Shower for my pal ( i’m a bridesmaid…for like the 9th time.. no, i’m not exaggerating)
* Out of town guests this weekend (weee, go rebecca go!)
* Possible travel to LA for lack of fame and unfortune (um…sorry about that mocha frappucino)
* Being a lousy godmother (i haven’t seen oliver in a few months. I’ve yet to meet his brand new baby sister)
* Being an absent friend (monte & i are seeing a flick tomorrow. way overdue to catch up)
* Fussing. General stupid fussing (like cleaning up my mp3 collection)
* Bday party planning : Food/liquor/guests/ and making sure the straight woman to straight man ratio is healthy.
* Family: must call father, must call brother, must not forget that am going to opera in a few weeks with butch navy cousin
* Travel Plans: Possible NY trip 7.4 weekend to visit with friends & play. (not just for pootytang, I swear!~)
Yes, I’m busy. It’s nutty. Sorry, I am very late in responding to your emails/chats/phonecalls/hijackings.
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