Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! I just spent the whole day in O'Hare trying to get on a flight back home. Yet ANOTHER ice storm has shut down the city and half the flights were cancelled. There is nothing to do in O'Hare. I smell like McDonald's and feet and I'm extremely tired.
Jay Anthony Brown was on my flight home. No, I'm not star struck...but no one knew who he was (well, the majority didn't). He's a nice guy. I go up to him and say:
"Hey, how' ya duuuring?"
He smiles and waves with a "Hey, I'm doing alright."
The SkyShow is here tomorrow morning. People start lining up a 4am. I have a VIP pass (luckily, I ran into a former co-worker of mine from my "Blue Box" days and the are co-sponsor of the event). I am sitting here debating whether I should go to sleep or just keep my ass up a few more hours and go to the damn thing.
Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! My ex has registered at Crate & Barrel and Pottery Barn for his wedding! Hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Like his ghetto ass family has ever heard of those fucking places. And HE had the nerve to say that I was a "wanna be" when it came to being "booooooo-giieeeee". I CAN'T FUCKING TELL!
Jennifer Lopez has absolutely no talent! Why is her song #1 on Billboard? And why is the song illegally sampled? The bitch can't sing. It's her ass that sells her music. She needs to get Ashanti to sing backup vocals for her more often. You think that was J-Lo singing on "Ain't It Funny"? Nah...that was Ashanti.
I am ashamed to say that I really like the song "In Da Club" by 50 Cent. What kind of fucking name is 50 Cent? Cheap ass...
The man who hosts Star Dates on E! disturbs me. Is it just me? He is extremely thin...but has this big head. Reminds me of a toothpick with a big 'ole balloon head. To make matters worse, he comes across very gay-etto...gay/ghetto. You know what...he kinds reminds me of Emmannuel Lewis. Maybe it's the product of Emmannuel Lewis after taking some wonder drug to make him tall...and the result was a big head and a thin body?
I'm really tripping. Being stuck at home because of yet ANOTHER ice storm has that effect on my brain.
I just finished reading the news. There was a stampede at a Chicago nightclub. Some girls got into a fight and someone pulled some pepper spray out and sprayed it in the air. The crowd inside rushed the exit doors from panic and 21 people ended up getting crushed to death.
In the 7th grade, I remember a teacher running in the classroom, crying, telling everyone that the Space Shuttle had just blown up. We didn't have TV's in the classrooms then. We had to take the TV that we used for the computer monitor and attach a hanger to it for reception. That night, I couldn't sleep. On every television station into the wee hours of the night, someone was talking about the space shuttle. I had bad dreams about limbs falling into our back yard and my dog finding it and placing it on the back porch. I couldn't go to school the next day because I was scared and exhusted from grief. I felt sick to my stomach.
On Saturday, February 1st, my Mother called me on my cell phone at around 10:00am. "The space shuttle just blew up! It just disappeared. They don't know where it is!" I was prepared for the slightly sick feeling this time. I avoided the TV, and instead put my Unwrapped Vol. 2 CD on repeat. During conversation with friends, I asked them not to talk about it. I had a rather peaceful sleep that night.
With all that is going on in the world right now...nothing really shocks me anymore.
