First off, I would like to step up on to my soap box once again and inject unnecessary political undertones into this post by saying that I am STILL flabbergasted that Proposition 8 passed and to be perfectly honest, very angry. When I heard it had passed, I spent several days trying to find someone to fly to California with me to protest. I was unable to do this (apparently some people have lives which they cannot abandon at random), however, I am passionately against this HATEFUL legislation and I think it is utterly sickening that it passed on the same day that Obama was elected–the old “two steps forward, one step back” strikes again.
On the subject of Prop 8, here is a very funny video which has been quite circulated by now, but hey, if you have not seen it, it is worth the few minutes in terms of amusement (in my opinion anyway):
Prop 8: The Musical
Anyway, needless to say, I love me some gay men. I mean I’m down with all the gays, but two of my best friends happen to be gay men, so I’m partial to their genre of gay people. Of course, I know some gay dudes that are not at all stereotypically “gay” and whom I didn’t know were gay until they came out to me, but with my two very close friends, this is not the case as they are quite the flamers. This is part of the reason I love them so dearly–they are incredibly informed of fashion and there’s nothing I love more than a man that appreciates the genius of Tom Ford.
One of my best friends in the world, J, was out of the country for the past month or so to celebrate the holidays and I missed him like crazy. J was my neighbor freshman year in college and I couldn’t have survived without him! He has truly influenced the person I am today and he’s like family to me–so it is for this reason, and our extra close bond, that he told me at lunch today that I need to get back to my days of detoxes and spinning classes. Yes, though I can always count on him to be brutally honest about my appearance, my sweet J put his honesty into that delicate little package.
I think I needed to hear the harsh truth though–I’m a borderline health nut, but I have in the past few months, and especially during the holidays, really been taking it easy. Living life like it’s going out of style, if you will.
Therefore, I’m meeting with my nutritionist tomorrow and starting a week-long detox to get all of the yucky stuff out of my temple…the only sad part is that this means I cannot drink. Which is very sad, because I love to drink. :( And I might actually try breaking a sweat whilst working out instead of happily jogging along for a measly 30 minutes!
In other news, I have to say I feel a bit daft after my last posting–I have absolutely no right to complain about anything, ever…I’m so incredibly blessed that I actually often feel guilty for having such a nice life and therefore feel somewhat guilty for complaining about a bunch of meaningless BS! Alas, meaningless BS is still BS though and therefore not altogether pleasant. That said, I’m going to work on looking on the bright side more!!
But (!) I must whine for a moment and say that the job is still really difficult. I am cursing the fact that I took it–I was perfectly happy giving my brain an extended vacation! The problem in my life tends to be that my work ethic does not equal my ambition and this has bit me in the ass yet again. Bottom line, I need to put my nose to the mirror (joke) and put some hours in with the books, which is way more difficult of a task for me to accomplish than it should be.
I’ve been (mostly) shutting BC down because I’m over it and uncomfortable about the whole thing, i.e. the fact that I let my lust for him overwhelm my sense of propriety.
And this weekend I’m going skiing! Hooray!!!
Just have to get through this week first…