You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

The Times has a great article on Obama's first 100 days. I like how Joe Klein gets in a couple of digs about our society's non-existent attention span. I mean, I'm no better than the next person, but he is spot-on about our 15-second culture.

A friend of mine called me last night in tears because a mere three months after she quit her dream job and moved to Alabama to be with her long-time boyfriend, they are already on the outs. She's staying with a co-worker and making plans to return to SA. I feel terrible for her, although on more than one occasion I (and others) expressed our doubts about the guy. Ah, l'amour...why are you such a bastard?

I was filling out an online college application and they want to know the EXACT date I took the AP English test...18 years ago. Why?!?!

I feel a great desire to call all my siblings, so I'll take myself off.

R.I.P. Adam Cook. : (

Well, at least they admitted they fucked up. I suggest everyone who was tramatized by this horror gets a free month! Eh? EH?!

Pirate Master? Really? Ohhhkay.

Things that are Yay:

1. The girls, who I haven't seen in forever, and I got together for lunch and gabbed about a return to Padre this summer. Viva la Padre!
2. Nay-nay and I had a wonderfully long conversation and we will probably be getting together in the next couple of weeks.
3. I am on the verge of buying tickets to Las Vegas in July to see two longtime buddies finally get hitched. Dude, I want to stay at the Venetian SO BAD!!

Things that are Mou:

1. I actually can't afford to stay at the Venetian, even with their "awesome" special.
2. I am wearing, literally, the unsexiest of all underwear. Like a pair of granny panties and a pair of high cut briefs got together to form this striped monstrosity. Yeah, sometimes I share too much. I can live with that.
3. I got invited to a party at a swank downtown bar this weekend and I am just feeling dowdy and fat and ugly. Maybe it's the underwear...

Okay, I'm done for now. ^___^;

Why is it I have such elaborate, freaky dreams after I have been drinking? And why do I remember them at all? Last night, Roberta and I went bar hopping and ended up downtown. Which is a great place to be on a Saturday night, when it is cool but not cold and you are almost tipsy but not quite  and music and people are spilling out onto the street  from all the clubs and bars and restaurants and the noise is both pleasant and comforting.

Afterwards, I came home and fell into yet another funky dream. We were in the future, in a very sterile, surgical environment. Very clean and empty. The government in power was a dictatorship and they controlled everything and everyone down to the way we dressed and behaved. The most common form of punishment for minor infractions was the cutting off of one or both hands, depending on what you actually did. So, although I didn't see too many other people in my dream, I can imagine almost everyone...didn't have hands.

The dream kicks into high gear when the secret police appear at my door to take me in for some sort of minor violation. Before leaving the house, they tell me to remove my rings, watch, and bracelet. Chilling. After that, the dream degenerates into a meandering maze of me trying to talk my way out of the punishment in the police offices. Scary and somewhat silly. I mean what the Hell does this society do with so many citizens running around without hands?

*cough*

I think I will take a nice, long bath today - Big Blue or Karma? Hmmm.