I am hungover today. I was out celebrating 100 days of sobriety with a big Margarita (hey, a girl can have a vice now and then and alcohol is not my drug of choice). Had a nice mexican dinner with the hotband (which is now sitting in the Gulf of Mexico somewhere after vomiting it up from said margarita). But, in between the margarita and the vomiting, I saw the movie Inglorious Basterds.
If you are Mel Gibson, you will hate this movie. The Nazi's lose in a big way.
However, it is fantasy. It is the way that 6 million Jews would have loved to see this movie end. If you are an SS sympathizer, you will not appreciate this movie. I have a "friend" on Facebook who refuses to see it because a member of her family was in the Nazi party...or at very least, affiliated with them.
I mean, slavery was an atrocity of the worst kind...but that's not going to stop me from seeing Gone With the Wind, ya know? Same precedent for The Ten Commandments. Someone tells me it is based on fact. I happen to not believe any of that. Well, except for the burning bush part...cause that has sexual connotation and is pretty cool theatrically.
Anyway, I think the premise of not seeing a movie based on its historical relevance is kind of silly. We all know that Quentin Tarantino movies aren't historical pieces. They make light of serious situations. They are ironic and meant to be that way. To get your panties in a knot over something that an ancestor went through is ridiculous. It would be like me refusing to see Schindler's List. There is a movie based firmly in fact that shows the extermination of the Jews and one German man reaching out to save who he can. Should I hate this man for being affiliated with the Nazi party, or adore him for his change of heart?
Neither. Because it is strictly for entertainment purposes. The past is done. Might as well enjoy it in all its cinematic glory.
Inglorious Basterds was Tarantino at his finest. Telling a story with a strong protagonist who ends up an ironic hero. He is faulty, flawed and a bit psychotic, but you can't help but love Brad Pitt's character. Reminds me a lot of the role that Samuel L. Jackson played in Pulp Fiction. You just had to cheer for the bad guy.
If you are into fluffy, happy endings, this movie is not for you...although, from my perspective, it does have a happy ending. This is really the way World War 2 should have ended if it had to take place at all.
Highly recommended for movie viewing in the theater as it won't translate to the little screen nearly as well.
And, if you have an affliction against subtitles, you might want to skip it altogether.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Facebook Meme...
I don't like doing meme's on Facebook. They are a waste of time. No one ever really reads them anyway. So I got tagged for this one. I will do it here instead because I really don't have the time, effort or energy to write about anything else on my blog today. So here goes:
1. What time did you get up this morning?
2pm. I was in a xanax induced coma.
2. How do you like your steak?
Medium rare. Still mooing would be preferable.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
I don't remember. I think it was the Hangover, but tonight it will be Inglorious Basterds because Quentin Tarantino is God.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Dexter, Nurse Jackie and Weeds. Showtime rules.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
New York City.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
Bagel and Cream Cheese, like a good Jew.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Lobster.
8. What foods do you dislike?
Liver and onions. Unless it's chopped liver.
9. Favorite Places to Eat?
The Lobster Pot in Madeira Beach, Florida.
10. Favorite dressing
Honey Mustard
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
Nissan Pathfinder
12. What are your favorite clothes?
Nothing. I prefer naked. Otherwise, it's jeans and a t-shirt with heels.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
Hawaii or Israel.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
I drank it, so it's empty.
15. Where would you want to retire?
Near the water
16. Favorite time of day?
evening
17. Where were you born?
Rego Park, New York.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
FOOTBALL!!!
22. Bird watcher?
Yes, if it shits on me.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
Night person.
24. Pets?
Cats. Dogs. Kids.
25. Any new and exciting news that you'd like to share?
100 days sober.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
A ballerina...but then my tits got too big.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
Playing Charlie's Angels with Abby and Lee.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Dogs, definately.
29. Are you married?
yes
30. Always wear your seat belt?
yes
31. Been in a car accident?
yes
32. Any pet peeves?
Annoying people
33. Favorite pizza topping?
Extra Cheese
34. Favorite Flower?
Stargazer Lily
35. Favorite ice cream?
Chocolate
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Mickey D's
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Never.
38. From whom did you get your last email?
A special friend.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Bloomingdales.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
Can't talk about it
41. Like your job?
I don't work.
42. Broccoli?
If I must.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Who remembers. It was in Vegas though.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
My husband.
45. What are you listening to right now?
Michael Jackson (shut the fuck up, haters!)
46. What is your favorite color?
Orange.
47. How many tattoos do you have?
2
48. Do you prefer girth over length or length over girth?
Girth over length, though both are nice.
49. Bra size?
44F
50. Coffee Drinker?
Only if there is no Iced Tea available.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
2pm. I was in a xanax induced coma.
2. How do you like your steak?
Medium rare. Still mooing would be preferable.
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
I don't remember. I think it was the Hangover, but tonight it will be Inglorious Basterds because Quentin Tarantino is God.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Dexter, Nurse Jackie and Weeds. Showtime rules.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
New York City.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
Bagel and Cream Cheese, like a good Jew.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Lobster.
8. What foods do you dislike?
Liver and onions. Unless it's chopped liver.
9. Favorite Places to Eat?
The Lobster Pot in Madeira Beach, Florida.
10. Favorite dressing
Honey Mustard
11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?
Nissan Pathfinder
12. What are your favorite clothes?
Nothing. I prefer naked. Otherwise, it's jeans and a t-shirt with heels.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
Hawaii or Israel.
14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?
I drank it, so it's empty.
15. Where would you want to retire?
Near the water
16. Favorite time of day?
evening
17. Where were you born?
Rego Park, New York.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
FOOTBALL!!!
22. Bird watcher?
Yes, if it shits on me.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
Night person.
24. Pets?
Cats. Dogs. Kids.
25. Any new and exciting news that you'd like to share?
100 days sober.
26. What did you want to be when you were little?
A ballerina...but then my tits got too big.
27. What is your best childhood memory?
Playing Charlie's Angels with Abby and Lee.
28. Are you a cat or dog person?
Dogs, definately.
29. Are you married?
yes
30. Always wear your seat belt?
yes
31. Been in a car accident?
yes
32. Any pet peeves?
Annoying people
33. Favorite pizza topping?
Extra Cheese
34. Favorite Flower?
Stargazer Lily
35. Favorite ice cream?
Chocolate
36. Favorite fast food restaurant?
Mickey D's
37. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Never.
38. From whom did you get your last email?
A special friend.
39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
Bloomingdales.
40. Do anything spontaneous lately?
Can't talk about it
41. Like your job?
I don't work.
42. Broccoli?
If I must.
43. What was your favorite vacation?
Who remembers. It was in Vegas though.
44. Last person you went out to dinner with?
My husband.
45. What are you listening to right now?
Michael Jackson (shut the fuck up, haters!)
46. What is your favorite color?
Orange.
47. How many tattoos do you have?
2
48. Do you prefer girth over length or length over girth?
Girth over length, though both are nice.
49. Bra size?
44F
50. Coffee Drinker?
Only if there is no Iced Tea available.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
No inspiration...
Lately, I haven't been very inspired.
Not just with blogging, because that has always been fairly easy for me to do, even when I am not particularly writing about anything. I just feel "blah". There is nothing to do with life right now. I am home everyday, which I hate. My husband is home too, and while I don't hate that...it gets to be a little monotonous. There is the good morning kiss. Then he works from home all day. While I get to physically "see" him, we don't get to hang out together. I miss that. Soon he leaves for California, the sight of his next contract. I don't know if that is a good thing or not. Maybe it will inspire me to get up and find a job. Right now, I don't feel like working. I don't feel like doing much of anything other than eating and sleeping.
I have to admit, I'm not very happy with life right about now.
There are things going on, certainly. There are always things going on in this house...but nothing I have paid much attention to. I haven't been taking my anti-depressants the way I should. Okay, not at all. I really should be taking them. Maybe my moods will get better. I just have been shying away from them because I feel like they "dull" my personality. Then again, I've been pretty blah as of late...so I guess it wouldn't matter much.
The highlight of the month was my high school reunion. Since then, it's all been pretty well downhill from there. I just wish that something would suddenly make me burst out of bed and say YEE HAW...now THIS is worth leaving my bed for. But there's nothing right now.
Even typing this is boring the shit out of me. I can only imagine what someone reading it would think.
So, with that in mind, I am going to go back to bed. Hopefully something will pull me out of my self-imposed little prison in the next couple of weeks. Maybe I will join my husband in California for a week or so. That might do it.
Then again...they have a big hotel bed there too.
In the interim, I find myself playing this song over and over and over because it makes me happy. Fuck everyone that hates Michael Jackson. I don't care who you are...you can't listen to this song without bopping your head a little. And I need a good bopping right about now:
Not just with blogging, because that has always been fairly easy for me to do, even when I am not particularly writing about anything. I just feel "blah". There is nothing to do with life right now. I am home everyday, which I hate. My husband is home too, and while I don't hate that...it gets to be a little monotonous. There is the good morning kiss. Then he works from home all day. While I get to physically "see" him, we don't get to hang out together. I miss that. Soon he leaves for California, the sight of his next contract. I don't know if that is a good thing or not. Maybe it will inspire me to get up and find a job. Right now, I don't feel like working. I don't feel like doing much of anything other than eating and sleeping.
I have to admit, I'm not very happy with life right about now.
There are things going on, certainly. There are always things going on in this house...but nothing I have paid much attention to. I haven't been taking my anti-depressants the way I should. Okay, not at all. I really should be taking them. Maybe my moods will get better. I just have been shying away from them because I feel like they "dull" my personality. Then again, I've been pretty blah as of late...so I guess it wouldn't matter much.
The highlight of the month was my high school reunion. Since then, it's all been pretty well downhill from there. I just wish that something would suddenly make me burst out of bed and say YEE HAW...now THIS is worth leaving my bed for. But there's nothing right now.
Even typing this is boring the shit out of me. I can only imagine what someone reading it would think.
So, with that in mind, I am going to go back to bed. Hopefully something will pull me out of my self-imposed little prison in the next couple of weeks. Maybe I will join my husband in California for a week or so. That might do it.
Then again...they have a big hotel bed there too.
In the interim, I find myself playing this song over and over and over because it makes me happy. Fuck everyone that hates Michael Jackson. I don't care who you are...you can't listen to this song without bopping your head a little. And I need a good bopping right about now:
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
81 days sober...and a now, a new challenge!
I am listing the things that I need to stop doing now that I am sober. Let me go have a cigarette first, and then, I shall explain. Please hold for a moment.
(Insert cheesy muzak here)
Okay. Back. Now, here's the thing...
I need to stop:
Smoking.
Biting my nails.
Eating like a pig.
Keeping vampire hours.
Now, to think I can stop all of these, while maintaining my sobriety, is just sheer madness. I can't do it all. So, I decided to analyze each of these and see which one I can possibly do right now.
SMOKING: I started to smoke February of last year. It happened when some cunt broke into my car, stole my Chanel bag and all my credit cards along with it. Sadly for said cunt, my cards were maxxed out, so all she was able to buy was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Asshole. The police found my bag in a swamp behind a movie theater. It was not salvagable, so I had to trash a $500 bag. This did not please the princess at all. Anyway, for some reason, I felt the need to smoke a cigarette. First One Ever in 41 years of my life. I've been saying I will stop for the past year. My son doesn't know I smoke because I go through great lengths to make sure not to do it around him. I go into my bathroom, topless, so my shirt doesn't smell like smoke. I dangle out the window practically. Then, I spray my hair with hairspray, brush my teeth, douse myself in perfume (cheap stuff, I don't use my good stuff for this) and then, put my shirt back on. Ridiculous. I don't even enjoy smoking. I just need something to do with my hands...and there are only so many handjobs my hotband can endure before he feels like his dick is going to fall off. So, quitting smoking is definately something I want to do.
BITING MY NAILS: I have been a nail biter since birth. I started getting acrylics done when I was 15 years old and have been addicted to getting them done ever since. This means that my nailbeds are positively destroyed (but damn, do my hands look gorgeous with a new set of frenches on them). So, I stopped getting the acrylics done a couple of months ago (thank you, drug addicted CP for not wanting to get out of bed to have them done), but I went right back to biting them again. So, I have resorted to using press on nails. That way, the drilling of the acrylics don't destroy my fingernails...and I can't get to them to bite them. It's not the ideal way to stop biting...but, it is working for now. The problem is they look so...*ugh* fake. But, it's better than my ragged cuticles that I tear up and leave all bloody and nasty.
EATING LIKE A PIG: This is a side effect of getting sober. I have an appetite again. And man, am I making up for lost time! I don't eat to satiate hunger. It's more to keep my hands busy (see "smoking"/"handjobs"). Now, I have the opposite problem of most women. Most women, even the thinnest women, think they look fat. Me? I know I'm fat...and I've always embraced that. And, I am also one of those women who, no matter how fat she gets, still manages to think she is the hottest girl in the room. I have body dysmorphic disorder...but in the OPPOSITE of what it should be. I'm a fat girl who thinks she's thin. *LOL* The problem is, I am so damn pretty that I feel it makes up for the excess 20 pounds (okay, 30). Here's a recent pic of me at my high school reunion:
That's me in the white floral dress (Yves Saint Laurent never looked better, I might add) See the girl in the black dress in front of me? Yeah. Size 2. Fuck her. *LOL* The girl next to me? The red head? Yeah. Size 12. Fuck her too. Me? A divine size somewhere between a 16 and an 18 depending on whether I am wearing the good stuff or a cheap knockoff. *gasp...yes, the princess does do knockoffs now and then. sh. our secret.) That's the issue. I really don't feel like I look bad. If I looked like shit, I might be more apt to lose some weight. *shrugs* This one might be a challenge. (See the hotband behind me? How cute is he??? And, in this pic is the guy I lost my virginity to back in junior high...but I'll never tell which one...mwahahahaha).
Here's another pic of me...just because I am that cute that I should be shared. I am on the right of Abby, my kindergarten best friend (middle) and another friend of 28 years (like you can't tell which one is me, right?):
Yeah. Weight loss is probably not on the table for me right now.
KEEPING VAMPIRE HOURS: For those of you that have known me since I started this blog in...Jesus, has it been four years already? Anyway, since the beginning...I keep the most unholy of hours. Right now, it is 5:30 am. I am blogging, playing Vampire Wars on Facebook, chatting with a friend, listening to music, smoking a cigarette, eating some cantaloupe and basically just doing my thing while the rest of the house is sound asleep. I do this for days straight, sometimes up to 4 days without sleep and then WHAM...crash. I sleep for about 6 hours and then I'm ready to do it all over again. Don't suggest sleeping pills because 1) They go against my sobriety issues and 2) They don't work on me anyway. I have tried to fuck my husband until I died of exhaustion. Sadly, he gets exhausted WAAAAAAAY before I do...and having sex with him is like eating a bag of Lays...can't eat just one. So, while he is "recovering", I am just winding up for round FIVE. Sex is too much of an adrenaline rush for me to knock me out. I read...but I don't get bored. I can finish a full novel in one night. I try to watch old movies that I have seen a gazillion times thinking it will bore me, but I end up seeing things that I never noticed before and it makes it interesting for me all over again. For example, did you know that there is a Starbucks Coffee Cup in EVERY scene in Fight Club? Yep. Go watch it. (It's truly the best movie ever made, so watch it anyway). I have been suffering (read:living) with insomnia since I am a little kid. My mom used to put me to bed at midnight, when the Tonight Show was on. She'd fall asleep...and I'd crawl out of bed and sit on her floor and watch it til they did the National Anthem at 4am. (Yes, they used to do that...WAY back in the days before internet and cable). So, these are the hours I am accustomed to keeping.
Now, out of all of these vices...the one I think I am having the easiest time with is the nail biting. However, that is also the one I am least concerned about. No pay off with that one. I know me...and I will eventually cave and get them done professionally again. Eating like a pig? Maybe...MAYBE I can tone it down. I have a $3,000 treadmill on my back porch. It's the place I hang my throw rugs over when I wash them. A very expensive clothesline. Smoking? Yeah, I think I can see giving that one up...but the after dinner/after sex cigs are going to be really rough. And the vampire hours? That's 42 years of undoing. I don't know about that one.
So, I have 81 days under my belt of sobriety. Yay for me and all that shit...but, should I really pick another vice to start separating from right now?
Tell you what. Let me go do my nails, smoke a cigarette, eat a doughnut...and I'll get back to you tomorrow at 5am with my decision.
(Insert cheesy muzak here)
Okay. Back. Now, here's the thing...
I need to stop:
Smoking.
Biting my nails.
Eating like a pig.
Keeping vampire hours.
Now, to think I can stop all of these, while maintaining my sobriety, is just sheer madness. I can't do it all. So, I decided to analyze each of these and see which one I can possibly do right now.
SMOKING: I started to smoke February of last year. It happened when some cunt broke into my car, stole my Chanel bag and all my credit cards along with it. Sadly for said cunt, my cards were maxxed out, so all she was able to buy was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Asshole. The police found my bag in a swamp behind a movie theater. It was not salvagable, so I had to trash a $500 bag. This did not please the princess at all. Anyway, for some reason, I felt the need to smoke a cigarette. First One Ever in 41 years of my life. I've been saying I will stop for the past year. My son doesn't know I smoke because I go through great lengths to make sure not to do it around him. I go into my bathroom, topless, so my shirt doesn't smell like smoke. I dangle out the window practically. Then, I spray my hair with hairspray, brush my teeth, douse myself in perfume (cheap stuff, I don't use my good stuff for this) and then, put my shirt back on. Ridiculous. I don't even enjoy smoking. I just need something to do with my hands...and there are only so many handjobs my hotband can endure before he feels like his dick is going to fall off. So, quitting smoking is definately something I want to do.
BITING MY NAILS: I have been a nail biter since birth. I started getting acrylics done when I was 15 years old and have been addicted to getting them done ever since. This means that my nailbeds are positively destroyed (but damn, do my hands look gorgeous with a new set of frenches on them). So, I stopped getting the acrylics done a couple of months ago (thank you, drug addicted CP for not wanting to get out of bed to have them done), but I went right back to biting them again. So, I have resorted to using press on nails. That way, the drilling of the acrylics don't destroy my fingernails...and I can't get to them to bite them. It's not the ideal way to stop biting...but, it is working for now. The problem is they look so...*ugh* fake. But, it's better than my ragged cuticles that I tear up and leave all bloody and nasty.
EATING LIKE A PIG: This is a side effect of getting sober. I have an appetite again. And man, am I making up for lost time! I don't eat to satiate hunger. It's more to keep my hands busy (see "smoking"/"handjobs"). Now, I have the opposite problem of most women. Most women, even the thinnest women, think they look fat. Me? I know I'm fat...and I've always embraced that. And, I am also one of those women who, no matter how fat she gets, still manages to think she is the hottest girl in the room. I have body dysmorphic disorder...but in the OPPOSITE of what it should be. I'm a fat girl who thinks she's thin. *LOL* The problem is, I am so damn pretty that I feel it makes up for the excess 20 pounds (okay, 30). Here's a recent pic of me at my high school reunion:
That's me in the white floral dress (Yves Saint Laurent never looked better, I might add) See the girl in the black dress in front of me? Yeah. Size 2. Fuck her. *LOL* The girl next to me? The red head? Yeah. Size 12. Fuck her too. Me? A divine size somewhere between a 16 and an 18 depending on whether I am wearing the good stuff or a cheap knockoff. *gasp...yes, the princess does do knockoffs now and then. sh. our secret.) That's the issue. I really don't feel like I look bad. If I looked like shit, I might be more apt to lose some weight. *shrugs* This one might be a challenge. (See the hotband behind me? How cute is he??? And, in this pic is the guy I lost my virginity to back in junior high...but I'll never tell which one...mwahahahaha).
Here's another pic of me...just because I am that cute that I should be shared. I am on the right of Abby, my kindergarten best friend (middle) and another friend of 28 years (like you can't tell which one is me, right?):
Yeah. Weight loss is probably not on the table for me right now.
KEEPING VAMPIRE HOURS: For those of you that have known me since I started this blog in...Jesus, has it been four years already? Anyway, since the beginning...I keep the most unholy of hours. Right now, it is 5:30 am. I am blogging, playing Vampire Wars on Facebook, chatting with a friend, listening to music, smoking a cigarette, eating some cantaloupe and basically just doing my thing while the rest of the house is sound asleep. I do this for days straight, sometimes up to 4 days without sleep and then WHAM...crash. I sleep for about 6 hours and then I'm ready to do it all over again. Don't suggest sleeping pills because 1) They go against my sobriety issues and 2) They don't work on me anyway. I have tried to fuck my husband until I died of exhaustion. Sadly, he gets exhausted WAAAAAAAY before I do...and having sex with him is like eating a bag of Lays...can't eat just one. So, while he is "recovering", I am just winding up for round FIVE. Sex is too much of an adrenaline rush for me to knock me out. I read...but I don't get bored. I can finish a full novel in one night. I try to watch old movies that I have seen a gazillion times thinking it will bore me, but I end up seeing things that I never noticed before and it makes it interesting for me all over again. For example, did you know that there is a Starbucks Coffee Cup in EVERY scene in Fight Club? Yep. Go watch it. (It's truly the best movie ever made, so watch it anyway). I have been suffering (read:living) with insomnia since I am a little kid. My mom used to put me to bed at midnight, when the Tonight Show was on. She'd fall asleep...and I'd crawl out of bed and sit on her floor and watch it til they did the National Anthem at 4am. (Yes, they used to do that...WAY back in the days before internet and cable). So, these are the hours I am accustomed to keeping.
Now, out of all of these vices...the one I think I am having the easiest time with is the nail biting. However, that is also the one I am least concerned about. No pay off with that one. I know me...and I will eventually cave and get them done professionally again. Eating like a pig? Maybe...MAYBE I can tone it down. I have a $3,000 treadmill on my back porch. It's the place I hang my throw rugs over when I wash them. A very expensive clothesline. Smoking? Yeah, I think I can see giving that one up...but the after dinner/after sex cigs are going to be really rough. And the vampire hours? That's 42 years of undoing. I don't know about that one.
So, I have 81 days under my belt of sobriety. Yay for me and all that shit...but, should I really pick another vice to start separating from right now?
Tell you what. Let me go do my nails, smoke a cigarette, eat a doughnut...and I'll get back to you tomorrow at 5am with my decision.
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