But until then...
SITC - The Movie
Today was “Sex in the City Day” on Oprah.
Cut me some slack– my need to move slow these days allows me extra time in the morning to leave the house.
So....I may have caught the first few minutes.
Or 30 – get off my back.
In any case, was it me, or was the Big O sort of like, molesting SJP on her show today? At least in those opening few moments? Personally, if someone was going to paw at me like that in public, I usually require a decent seafood dinner before hand.
P.S. I am SO going to see this movie.
And I hate myself for it.
I have decided that Wheel of Fortune goes against the grain of what’s normal.
Not only have this show been on t.v. since I was a twinkle in my dad’s belt buckle, but Pat Sajak and Vanna White have clearly signed their name in blood for never-ending youth, and the shit FREAKS ME OUT.
Gross, Part I
For no good reason, I am sitting here sweating. It’s not like I'm in my parka with the heat turned up to "Hell." In fact, I am in a towel, fresh from the shower. But yet I can feel the drips trickling down my arms from the pits. Hmmm….
Gross, Part II
On a separate, but not totally unrelated note, the ungodly amounts of stool softeners and suppositories shoved in me during my recent hospital stay seem to have finally banded together and are unleashing their angry vengeance upon my rectum. Why vengeance? Well, you might be a bit pissed off, too, if you were shoved up my ass.
I'm feeling a bit better today.