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First The Wind Up...
Feb. 9th, 2004 11:40 pmRandom stuff first...
Fox, the network that's all about the sanctity of Marriage, will be premiering Playing It Straight this March. Hello, it's just a take on Boy Meets Boy. Guess what contestant girl...some of them are straight!, but the best one's are gay, OK?
What person would go on a random reality show now anyway? Only the stupid would actually want to go on one now. You might get a hundred thousand dollars, but all of the country sees your shame. Just say no.
I worked out tonight, and I know I'm going to be totally sore tomorrow, or perhaps the next day. If I just just stay in a routine, I'd really see some results. Eyes on the prize, Michael.
I told Chris (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oakleycub) the other day that when he gets the new, full-time, fantastically paying job I know he'll get soon, I'll just move in to his place and be a house-husband. He responded, "If you're going to stay at home, you're going to get a personal trainer and become a muscle bear." I said, "Sure! What hot guy could I get to be my trainer?" "Her name is Shelly." (It's all in good fun, folks)
Oh well, still, I just need to get on my goals.
One other goal I have is now becoming more of a set-up. After dinner last night, and trying to explain who some of the musical acts on the Grammy's were (60 year olds do not understand Outkast), I was leaving to come back home. My mother asked me, as always, if I was going to come in next weekend for dinner.
I told her, well, no, and being the inquisitive type, she asked me where I'd be, "Besides, it's Valentines". I said, "Dallas." Luckily, this works. Mom knows that Laura's 30th birthday is V-Day, and yes, there is a party in the works (shh, it's a surprise). So yes, I will be there for that.
So, Mom of course, isn't thrilled that she didn't get an invite, but hey, they don't get along, anyway. I was a bit upset by the tone Mom had about Valentines Day...as in, oh, you'll have nothing to do...
So I did throw back, "Well, don't think that I might not have plans for Valentines." Tick, Tick, Tick. "Oh! Do you have a Girlfriend!"
Oh, Boy. I've stepped in it now.
It's 10:30 at night, and I need to get home and get to bed. Do I really want to have this conversation now? No. I smile a little bit, and say, "Yeah, well, something like that." Then I said goodnight. I'm sure she tripped back into the house and told my father, who probably didn't listen.
So this sets the stage. Yes Mom, there's someone special in my life, now I just have to change my Mystery Date from a her, to a him.
Maybe this should be the next reality series. Lord knows we could use the money.
Fox, the network that's all about the sanctity of Marriage, will be premiering Playing It Straight this March. Hello, it's just a take on Boy Meets Boy. Guess what contestant girl...some of them are straight!, but the best one's are gay, OK?
What person would go on a random reality show now anyway? Only the stupid would actually want to go on one now. You might get a hundred thousand dollars, but all of the country sees your shame. Just say no.
I worked out tonight, and I know I'm going to be totally sore tomorrow, or perhaps the next day. If I just just stay in a routine, I'd really see some results. Eyes on the prize, Michael.
I told Chris (
oakleycub) the other day that when he gets the new, full-time, fantastically paying job I know he'll get soon, I'll just move in to his place and be a house-husband. He responded, "If you're going to stay at home, you're going to get a personal trainer and become a muscle bear." I said, "Sure! What hot guy could I get to be my trainer?" "Her name is Shelly." (It's all in good fun, folks)Oh well, still, I just need to get on my goals.
One other goal I have is now becoming more of a set-up. After dinner last night, and trying to explain who some of the musical acts on the Grammy's were (60 year olds do not understand Outkast), I was leaving to come back home. My mother asked me, as always, if I was going to come in next weekend for dinner.
I told her, well, no, and being the inquisitive type, she asked me where I'd be, "Besides, it's Valentines". I said, "Dallas." Luckily, this works. Mom knows that Laura's 30th birthday is V-Day, and yes, there is a party in the works (shh, it's a surprise). So yes, I will be there for that.
So, Mom of course, isn't thrilled that she didn't get an invite, but hey, they don't get along, anyway. I was a bit upset by the tone Mom had about Valentines Day...as in, oh, you'll have nothing to do...
So I did throw back, "Well, don't think that I might not have plans for Valentines." Tick, Tick, Tick. "Oh! Do you have a Girlfriend!"
Oh, Boy. I've stepped in it now.
It's 10:30 at night, and I need to get home and get to bed. Do I really want to have this conversation now? No. I smile a little bit, and say, "Yeah, well, something like that." Then I said goodnight. I'm sure she tripped back into the house and told my father, who probably didn't listen.
So this sets the stage. Yes Mom, there's someone special in my life, now I just have to change my Mystery Date from a her, to a him.
Maybe this should be the next reality series. Lord knows we could use the money.
