the Philanator

Last night I caught the end of Dr. Phil. I have a love-hate relationship with this man. I don't think I dislike him as much as his fans. My mom, for example, thinks he's a genius. I don't think he's a genius, any idiot can call a bunch of idiots a bunch of idiots, but most people don't because they don't want to "hurt people's feelings" or it's "none of their business."

the show on last night was one of those ones where phil puts up cameras in a house and films a family's drama. Collin and I were discussing why anyone would want to publicly shame themselves by doing that. the only thing i can think is that these people think that Phil is god and will magically solve all of their problems.

I wish I could air my dirty laundry on that crazy bald man's show.

Miss JAckson if You're Nasty

I need some help from all of you. we were watching Oprah last night and she had janet jackson on. So we started talking about her and somehow we got on the subject of the Rhythm Nation video. Neither Collin nor Chris has seen this video. My jaw hit the floor. I couldn't believe it. I told them that it was one of the 10 most remembered videos of my youth and they were laughing at me. Chris said he never saw it because he grew up practically on a farm and didn't have cable and Collin said that he was too busy "Welcoming the Jungle" in the late 80s to have seen it. So I told them that they were insane and I would poll my friends.

So do you guys remember this video and how popular that song was??? I need to win this arguement.

Pop Fart

I am sitting here watching this really interesting show on PBS about Andy Warhol. I've never been a big Warhol fan. I'm sure many people would call me a blasphemer but I just don't necessarily think he was a genius. I, like most people, was only really familiar with his later works but they were showing a bunch of his earlier stuff that was mostly comprised of graphic art and drawings.

I really never knew much about his life before. it was kind of sad really. he had a bizarre childhood and before he became a super-famous ego maniac he was a pretty sad and pathetic person. He hated the way he looked, hated intimacy, was awkward and embarassing.

I guess the biggest problem I've always had with him is how he had his drugged-out groupies churning out his work for him at the end of his life. it just doesn't seem like you can call something your own when you have somebody else do it for you.

Collin made an interesting comparison to paris hilton being like andy warhol. seems weird at first but it kind of makes sense. i remember when i was living in new york, no one outside of new york or LA even knew who she was. and then all of a sudden she's everywhere. and she herself becomes more famous than anything that she's done. she's becomes "pop" just like Andy became "pop." They both want to be the most famous people in the world, simply for the sake of being famous. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does.

Yikes!

there's a small possiblity that i may be promoted in as soon as a month. I am excited and nervous. Any advice????

Sexy Back Addiction

On our new Muzak CD at my work it has Justin Timberlake's new song SexyBack. We are all obsessed with this song. Seriously, it's bad. We wait patiently for hours for it to come on in the rotation. As soon as it comes on we become totally unprofessional and we all start dancing and singing. It's so bad that Shirley (my area manager) was in my store today to audit us and when it came on we started squealing so loud that they could hear us all the way from where we were in the very back of the store up to the front. To give you a better idea, we were actually in the stock room and our store is 6000 square feet!!!

We are psychotic. But when I look at this picture I must know how Britney could trade him in for KFed...for shame.

effing guilt

I really, really hate it when my mom "confronts" me about something it always feels like a freaking intervention. She can never just come out and say something, she has to make a big production out of it. I think it's her catholic upbringing. she just makes me feel like shit and and hate it. uggghhhh.

unpacking (fudge)

everything is physically in our new house but it's not all where it is supposed to be. the important rooms, the kitchen and living room, are done. my room is half done but the spare bedroom and my closet make me want to rip my hair out.

i think i will just have to die in this house. seriously i can't move anymore. or i will wait until i'm very rich and can have someoen do it for me.

home sweet home

I have decided that I love my new life. New life???? Well, since I've moved a lot of things have changed. We have a roommate, our own house. Collin is working at Van Heusen (we are part of the same company) and he is also going to start painting for this guy who is married to a very nice lady that we just met. He is a contractor and needs someone he can trust to go in and paint the inside of this huge building that is being rennovated. He will be getting paid under the table and they are going to pay him pretty well.

Our roommate, Chris, totally rocks. we went out and bought a hookah and mint and double apple tobacco the other day. He and I are starting to crochet together and him and collin are going to start a band. I'm supposed to play the keyboard in this band but I unfortunately do not know how. I feel bad for Chris because he works all the damn time. He's a "nuke" in the navy which means he's always on the damn ship. He just taught jack how to do somersaults, which is pretty cool.

Speaking of jack, he said the word "fuck" today, twice. we are so screwed. I know any day he will start saying the phrase "goddamn" because I say it all the time. he will get in trouble at preschool, i know it.