 So what does ‘A Fabulous Mess’ mean? Well… I never seem to be able to take a direct route to anywhere. I never really felt like I knew where I was heading, and I never knew what I really wanted. Some would say that maybe I’ve made a mess of things because I am no where near where I thought I would be at this age and have never been able to make a decision. But, despite all the mistakes I know I have made, I also know that I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve learned so much about life and myself through everything I’ve done, and, though I may have made a mess, I know that everything will end up fabulous in the end. |
… it is perfectly acceptable to sing into your beer bottle while sitting at your stool at the bar.
It is NOT perfectly acceptable to stand in the corner of a not so crowded bar, playing air guitar and head banging.
If this is your game, do not expect me to talk to you.
Just so you know.
So I saw Reno 911: Miami this weekend and it got me thinking about one of the best shows ever, the show where I first met half the cast of the movie, the show that rolled in Michael Ian Black and that guy who played the professor that Joey made out with on Dawson’s Creek… that show was called ‘The State’. It was on MTV forever ago - I believe the early 90s - and needs to be on DVD because it is pure and utter hilarity.
These are all I could find on YouTube. Please, if you should happen to come upon more, kindly let me know.
Also, I have to say, the guy who plays Lt Dangle? Yeah, when he’s straight, I wanna lick his face. Like in the Pudding sketch. And I have no idea why.
Enjoy.
Kevin: Hey, Jen, what does “suf-fice” mean?
Me: Huh?
Kevin: Suf-fice. S-U-F-F-I-C-E.
Me: SuffICE?
Kevin: Yeah… you used it in a text to me last week and then I was reading and a saw it again, and I thought ‘Hey, there’s that suf-fice word that Jen used’.
Me: It kind of means ‘enough’. Like, ‘that will suffice’ means ‘that’ll be enough’.
Kevin: Oh, ok…
Me: Are you telling me that I sent you a text when I was hammered and I still used words that you who were sober didn’t understand?
Kevin: Yeah. I never claimed to be smart.
Me: Suf-fice. You’re funny.
Because I can’t go to sleep yet since it’s 9 pm and since I’m trying to unwind after a long day of saving lives and another one ahead of me tomorrow, I was looking over my daily reads and Julie Gong posted reasons why she’s weird. And I thought, hey, I’m weird, too. So let’s make a list.
I do not eat (most) condiments. I do not eat ketchup, mayo, mustard, or sour cream. I don’t like them on sandwiches or french fries or anything. I think that foods such as these should be crunchy. Or at least solid. And when I bite into a sandwich or something with a gooey substance on it, it makes me want to vomit. Expanding on that…
I do not eat foods of mixed textures. I will not eat cottage cheese. I will not eat tapioca. Potato salad scares me, but I love eating cottage cheese and noodles. Figure that out.
I watch the Disney Channel more than any other channel. Hannah Montana. That’s so Raven. High School Musical. And, best of all, Life with Derek. In fact, I love working on Thursdays because if I get up at five, I can watch three whole episodes of Life with Derek before I go to work.
I pick. At my finger nails. At my face. At that weird patch of dry skin on my hand. At the labels of beer bottles.
I cannot go into a public bathroom without examining my face in the mirror for a minimum of five minutes. The lighting in public bathrooms is awful, and you’ll see every imperfection on your face, every eye brow that you missed when you plucked, and every gray hair you never knew you had.
I like anything with words on it. To date, I own several tee shirts with various words, like “Free”, “Rock On”, “Model Citizen”, and “Bad Apple”, in addition to many more. I also have vases that say “Bloom”, “Happy”, and “Love”, and another set that say “Be Happy”, “Sunshine”, and “Dreams”. If it has a word on it, I will buy in. Magnets, notebooks, shirts, jewelry… I just love words. It’s why I bought those fridge magnets and why I wanted those Pick Up Sticks charms for Christmas. I’m currently trying to think of the right word to get tattooed on myself, but I like so many words, I can’t decide.
Sometimes, I do fashion run way commentaries in public. I did this once and it got a good laugh, so I kept it up.
True, I may not be as weird as Julie Gong… I don’t know if that makes me happy or not.
“I read that whole article about that astronaut lady and all she did was show up in a wig with a can of pepper spray. What a disappointment.”
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