Thursday, January 13, 2005

It's kind of hard to be funny...

when I can't see out of my right eye and my lip is bigger than Goldie Hawn's in "First Wives Club." Can anyone really believe that Sarah Jessica Parker was thought to be beautiful and a 'second' wife in that movie? Clearly previous to Sex and the City.

Right. My face. I was in a car accident and let me just say that I'm glad that my face and head seem to be the only injuries, and more importantly that my teeth and nose are fine. I know, the teeth thing. The cop looked at me when I was giving my statement like what the fuck drug is she on? I look like those freakishly bloated people on all of those reality surgery shoes. I can open my eye a little now so it is indeed getting better.

But at least I had my Golden Girls today to make me feel better, and really they always do. And I had the treat of actually watching an episode where it had the full intro song which is another treat. The small things in life I tell you. And they are on again now and making me smile. No joke ever does get too old.

Sunglasses have become a huge commodity for myself. Clearly it is okay for me to wear my sunglasses at night now. I'm trying not to freak people out in the street. I know how it is, you don't want to stare but then at the same time you can't help but look and I know that I look like shit. My friend who was nice enough to stay with me last night and I was waiting with her at the bus stop today tried to take a photo with her camera. We were upset though that it just didn't catch the details. Though, I mean do you really want to save that photo? Well maybe. You know for those days that you're all, I feel like I look like shit, and then you can look at the photo and be all, THERE I look like shit.

So other good news is that due to the presidential broo ha ha on Thursday I won't start classes for another week as classes are cancelled for the day. Though I do have mandatory orientation into the program on Tuesday where I am a little worried about meeting people with my face in this state. We'll see, maybe I can think of a fucking awesome story to tell. I fought off an entire bunch of ho's who threw beer in my weave, or you know I could be totally cribbing that from the third cycle of America's Next Top Model. I don't think the people in the program would be aware of that though.

New OC tonight. Peter Gallagher is showing off his musical talents. What more could a girl want? It's the small things in life right now.

3 comments:

Caren said...

OH MY GOD!!!!!
When did this happen??

Anonymous said...

Dude, I'm just glad you're ok! It doesn't sound like it hurts too much....?

"I wear my sunglasses at night..." (that's gonna be stuck in my head awwwwwl day!)
Is it sick I kinda want to see the picture?

I thought it was bad going to school with my cheeks still puffy from wisdom teeth....I ain't got nuttin on you! Stick with the top model story....it works.

(and hey, *I* even caught the second half of the OC last night! thought of you baby, all love)

-J

Anonymous said...

Oh my gosh--are you okay?! I've missed your regular blog postings this week, and I was starting to wonder what happened to you. I just hope that you're okay and that Lifetime has a Golden Girls marathon just for you.