Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Stop wasting my time
You know what I want
You know what I need
Or maybe you don't
Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything?
Gimme some money
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
'So anyway, yes, I think I'd be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other ... because I'd be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room...'
Freedom of speech is one thing, but being cruel and hateful is another. But it's her opinion and it should be taken with a grain of salt and blah blabbity blah blah. If it were about blacks or gays or women being objectified, it wouldn't fly! So how is it acceptable to attack someone solely based on their appearance/weight and non-medical opinion of their health?
Furthermore, fat men and skinny women are portrayed over and over again as couples in media. So, what? It's not gross if it's just the man? Because when it's a big lady with a skinny dude, it is always a sight gag, never as an actual relationship.
Perhaps she wanted to be an actress, but no matter how long she didn't eat, or how many times she purged, it just didn't happen for her. Maybe she's grumpy because she's hungry. Maybe she should attack the show for its poor writing and acting instead of the actors weight. Maybe she's just a bitch.
Later, she posted an apology at the end of her blog and spoke of her lifelong struggle with anorexia.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Why did you assume he would be able to sing?
So, I can just join either team?
She thinks you are turning 3 and you came yourself?
Why is he stealing that lesbians pumpkin?
Is he gonna fit?
Why are Johnny and Baby's stand-ins hugging those big condoms?
Is your favorite snack mustard on a potato chip, too?! SHUT UP!!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
I can't seem to shake this gloomy, blue, sad, stay-in-bed-and-stop-participating-in-society feeling.
What to do?! Well, blog about it, for one! Who knows, maybe it leads to an answer. I'm willing to take the risk.
I try working out, talking it out, stuffing it, starving it, forgetting it, writing about it, rising above it, sinking below it, drugging it, sleeping it off... everything. I even resorted to seeking advise from my 10 year old friend. Surprisingly, more compassionate and valid than most adults, she still couldn't hit the nail on the head.
Although I am prone to, let's say, strong changes in emotion that affect everyone around me, I can usually shake the negative ones in a few days and hold on to the positive ones for months. As I am obnoxiously aware of myself and the people around me, I am pretty good about pinpointing the problem, using my words to process the feelings, and pushing through to the other side. I have a grasp on the epic disappointment that was the catalyst for the whole shitstorm, the ever present and never present straw that broke this camels back, but can't make my sparkle come back.
Equally frustrating, I am the mothertherapist in my circle of friendfamily. I am never the one you call to grab a drink, giggle over boys, and compare glitter. (Nonetheless, I am quite sure my regaled tales and glitter collection are above par.) I am the one you call when you are going to jump off the bridge. Or when you need someone with you at the cat hospital at 3am. Or when you are too sad and confused. Or when something bad happens. Or when revenge must be had. I need that friend for me now. Hell, I would settle for the grab-a-drink friend. Just someone who is sincere and tries to straighten things out in my brainhole. And who can talk and make sense and see things I can't. I don't know how to convey this or find this, but I need it.
A list of immediate thoughts to help my sanity-
My life would be easier with the following changes:
I am paying for my lifestyle in art alone.
The gym is more fun with easier results.
Food isn't yummy and expensive.
I make more money. Like enough to pay rent, for starters.
I don't have a job that comes home with me every day.
The cat litter doesn't smell so fucking bad ALL the time.
The cats don't tread said litter into my room ALL the time.
Friends are more.
Family is closer.
Relationships are always sparkly.
Babies are easy to have and be responsible for.
Karma comes around.
People aren't so selfish.
I learn to sleep.
I go on a secret dinosaur ride that I never share with anyone.
See, that helped a little. My friend Kirky helps put things into perspective. Not really making me feel any better or resolving anything, just reminding me that everything contains humor and we are going to be alright. We are smart people with strong support systems. And if there were anything else in the whole universe that made us even almost as happy as being an artist person, we are smart enough to have been doing that already. But there isn't. Thusly, we suffer with cause and ambition.
If I could just part the clouds and get back on track...
Are you my hero?