Check one, check two. . . is this thing on?
Just like a few friends on my Facebook, I kept mixing up the whole 12/12/12 and end of the world thing. And it is with great sadness that this is the last triple date that I will see (unless I somehow manage to find a magic pill that keeps me at age 38 FOREVER). Then those crazy Mayans ran out of room on their calendar, called it a day and everyone is preparing for the end of times!
I read something awhile back that said actually, they miscalculated and it was really a year or two ago their calendar ended. Meh, I don’t really get all up in arms over this stuff mainly because if the world was really going to bite the big one next week I can’t actually do anything about it. My super powers are contained to my car and then it only manifests itself by becoming invisible.
Moving on, I believe I want to live in Lindsay Lohan’s irrational reality. . .where else can you not pay taxes, hit people, wreak cars and come into some really nice pieces of jewelry (all allegedly of course) yet maintain that it wasn’t you and someone else must have done it. For someone who had potential years ago, this particular 26 year old seems washed up and looks haggard. I guess Hollywood really does chew you up and spit you back out. . . there are pictures of me in my early 20s and people think those are pictures of when I was 12. I will go ahead and straight up thank my popa for those genes.
I completely understand trying to find yourself, losing your way, experimenting and going a bit wild but when you become the butt of everyone’s jokes AND you spend more time and money on lawyers, I believe that is when I would say uncle. Done. No more clubs, driving and I would find a very responsible handler to take care of anything doing with money.
Or maybe I can get nipped, tucked, sucked and stuffed to rival Coco or Heidi Montag. While I would love a flat tummy and thinner thighs, I would prefer not to go the cartoon character route. Plus, those huge boobs have to hurt your back and shoulders. Nor would I care for the trout pout or filling my face with botox so it looks all puffy. I wouldn’t mind a very minor nose job but only because I have my dad’s nose and could deal with just a bit smaller.
Maybe I should have put all of this under my Tuesday Randomness because this is more random than my normal musings. I blame it on 12/12/12 and the crazy Mayans. For now, I think I will just stick to normal, plain Jane looks and a quiet life. High drama has never been my thing.