Today has been an interesting day, to say the least. I had my appointment with my bariatric surgeon scheduled for today. Unfortunately, when I was half-way to Pensacola, the doctor's office called and I had to reschedule due to a patient who needed emergency surgery. Since I was almost there, I figured I'd stop in and grab lunch at Cheddars (they have The Best Monte Cristo sandwich made there - and I can't find them ANYWHERE else). After I finished my leisurely lunch, I hopped over to Books-A-Million to look for the new biography out on Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The book is called: Notorious RBG: The Life and Times of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Unfortunately, Books-A-Million didn't have that book although I could see plenty laying around about Jeb, Marco, and Ted (man, I almost lost my delicious Monte Cristo while looking at those assholes, let me tell you).
So, sadly, no books.
I took the slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w way home and was able catch an episode of Maury Povitch when I got in. Is it probably the trashiest when it comes to reality television?? I'd say yes. However, watching that shit go down on-screen and having some slutty little fool (please note: I don't care if you're a slut or a fool or a working girl or what have you - just please use condoms and keep yourself safe - no extra bay-bees are needed, sugar!!) is on, talking to Maury, and then it comes out that she's been on the show a DOZEN times before - for the same fucking thing!! NO. NOPE. Put me on the Never-Nope Train all the way to ThereIsNoWayInHellville. Anyhow, the eleventh man this chick vaguely remembers having sex with was, of course, NOT THE FATHER. Just give it up and forgeddaboutit. How many times are you willing to humiliate yourself about some damned plane tickets, hotel stays, and food vouchers?? Thanks, but no thanks. I've got that funny thing called pride (and I wouldn't want to have been found five-days-dead and rotted with some of these men). Are some of these chicks unable to read the VERY BIG SIGNS that their man may be a loser?? Quick... someone write a "Dummy's Guide to Dating Losers". That bastard would be a hot seller!!!
The point I was trying to make... I may feel like life can suck sometimes, but it never-ever-ever nearly sucks as bad as on some TV reality show like Hoarders, Intervention, or (yes), even Maury.
So... PensaCon is happening this weekend and we're going on Sunday for some meet-and-greets and I'm dying to meet Dante (Brian O'Halloran) and Jay (Jason Mewes). ZOMG. And it will be my second Con ever!! W00t!!!
Plus, I got some good news today... a gift subscription that I sent a friend for a Yankee magazine *finally* made it over to her house. I hope (very much) that she was as happy to receive it as I was to send it.
Until later peeps...
Gulf J.
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