hump-day

I called my mama on Monday night, while talking to her I asked if she knew why my voice could be sounding so hoarse as of late. I mean, really it’s horrible, I have been having difficulty in belting out my current pathetic song that I can’t stop listening to the last few days. My mama said that lack of sleep could cause this. What?!? So I did a quick tabulation of the few hours I have slept in the last few weeks, and realized that this could indeed be the problem. So for the last two evenings, I have called it an early night, no hanging out with friends, no drinking… I’ve even been catching up on my reading. (I have five started books that have been sitting next to my bed for far too long).

So basically this all reads: I’ve been a complete bore, who has nothing new, fun and/or exciting to blog about… I do have some random things for you however that I shall share…

I have the best friends in the entire world. I love my peeps.

Yesterday I yadda-yadda-yadda’d out a portion about my afternoon on Sunday in my weekend update (If anyone took the time to read it. I almost couldn’t due to the length. Which is odd as generally I am so full of myself, I love re-reading my blog almost more than anyone else’s. *wink*)

Sunday I had a break down… and (as always) in my overdramatic way. I purchased pathetic CD, put above said pathetic song on repeat for about 45 minutes and cried my heart out. LaLo came over, gave me the hugs and words of encouragement I needed, and then took me out to dinner. I swear if I were a guy, SB would have to watch out. He’d have a fight on his hands for that hottie.

Monday I arrived home to a large bouquet of flowers on my bed and a card from LaLo sharing how awesome she thinks I am. I love my peeps. They delight my soul.

I am amazed by the caliber of people I have actually had the opportunity to meet and become friends with here in OC. In the land of opulence and trying to live up to the Jones’ next door, I have managed to keep people close to me that truly have the ability to capture the essence of the human spirit and encourage growth…and always have a great time.

I still sometimes have to step back and look at how blessed I am with my friends. Life doesn’t suck. (Even if I do have my pathetic moments).

And sometimes I completely ponder how fabulous it is where I live. I get to wake up every morning and see the ocean. This still has the ability to make me giddy. Although I grew up in a beautiful city, the beach was always referred to as The Coast as it is too fucking cold to ever go in it. Here we frolic at all hours of the (drunken) night, often in dress-up, playing in the waves and enjoying it all.

In addition to the aesthetically pleasing environment I am blessed with, many other factors make it a “cool place” to live. Actors, musicians, and people well known throughout the world live in my community.

The other day I was at a friend’s house, and heading to the balcony from friend’s bedroom (this is just after I was told, “OC girl, that’s not the hall closet, that’s the elevator”… oh, of course it is…) I overlooked this amazing view of the beach, waves crashing , people having romantic moments below us while watching the sunset. I looked over to the neighboring house's balcony and there stood Famous Rock Star. Oh yes, I forgot he and Actress Wife live there. I humbly waved my hello’s and moved in the house… trying not to be horribly immature and that excited about it. It hardly worked.

Many months ago I went to the restaurant just down the street and after a couple beers I was feeling good. TV Actor walked in and sat down a few stools from me. I was with a few friends and rapidly making friends with the bartender (a pre-requisite for me whichever bar I might be in). As a joke I pulled a porn magazine out of my handbag. (Story about how it got there later). I passed it around to everyone, including TV Actor (who was nice). I later looked back with chagrin about the fabulous impression I must have left on the whole lot of them… although bartender has always been very nice to me since.

The world is faced with one of the worst famines ever known in Niger, wars, flooding, and all around true sadness. Yet I still allow myself to get swept up in my own limited reality and dwell on pathetic men and pathetic songs. I think about stupid shows I don’t even like and what I might contribute to them, even if I never had an interest in doing so. I worry about this boy and that one…

So I guess, what I am trying to get at… as shitty as my moment may seem. I have abso-fucking-lutely nothing to complain about. Sorry for being such a petty person at times (with pathetic music). But thanks for being here.

Let’s go have fun.