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And now onto the wonderfulness…

In less than two weeks, I will be given a rare opportunity to, for a moment, be a screaming, silly, butterflies-in-the-tummy, 13-year-old again. Wanna know my secret?

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Dude was boring me to death. Reposted for dorks who don’t like Twitter.

spellbound_girl@RyanSeacrest Dear Ryan Seacrest, while you have been a valuable part of my Twitter organization, I am going to have to let go at this time.

2 minutes ago from web in reply to RyanSeacrest

spellbound_girl@RyanSeacrest You’ve become boring. Please don’t take this personally. Sincerely – Management.

less than 20 seconds ago from web in reply to RyanSeacrest

I amuse me so.

OMG, this is too funny.

Current Mood: Alarmed

My eating disorder has been under control for a while now. As much as it can be under control. Lately though, I’ve been super unhappy with my weight, appearance, basically everything that acts as a trigger for my binge eating. This time however, the disordered eating pendulum has swung in a new direction: no eating at all. Apparently, my inner thin girl has decided to go on a food strike.

*Sigh*

It’s not uncommon for people with eating disorders to change between the many different forms, but generally we have a core disorder. So, this has happened before. I tried forcing myself to eat but that never works when this happens. So, either I don’t eat at all and wait for the inevitable binge episode that will follow, or force food on myself and possibly throw up all over the place.

I hate this bullshit.

Current Mood: Flirtatious

All of my lovelies have been asking about Denver and how the new job is going. Everything is great, and I will post in more detail about it later, but this post has been rolling around in my head for like two months, so here we go.

In Cincinnati, I stayed in the ‘burbs. I hated getting anywhere near the downtown area. Too much traffic, the streets were all fucked up (one way this way, one way that way, blah blah blah), and it was not the safest place to be after dark. To all of this, I attribute my interaction, or lack there of, with the city’s homeless population. I lived in an affluent suburb for years and just kind of forgot that they were there (terrible, I know).

Even when you went downtown, odds are you weren’t going to see many, if any, homeless people. Cincinnati blamed its declining downtown economy on the panhandling of the homeless. The city council said it scared off all the shoppers and they passed an anti-panhandling law that essentially rousted all of the homeless out of downtown.

So then I get to Denver. I rented my apartment via the Internets after checking with the police to make sure it was a safe area. There’s an entire post about how I won’t be renewing my lease at this place, but it has nothing to do with the neighborhood, which is fairly close to downtown. Denver is a much bigger city, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was truly surprised when I saw the sheer volume of homeless people panhandling at the bottom of highway offramps (I guess those are good locations).

Other than the volume, I noticed something quite unique about the Denver homeless population: they are way more creative than I have ever witnessed.  Anywhere I’ve ever seen a homeless person with a cardboard sign, the message has been something along these lines: “Need help. God Bless.” They might toss in a reference to veteran status, but that was about it.

That is apparently not how the Denver homeless roll. These are the signs I have personally seen a homeless person use here in Denver:

• I won’t lie, I need beer money
• I fought for your freedom. I will take repayment in small bills.
• Help a dude out! I need cigs and a burger (sign held by a man I would swear was Santa)
• Single Dad, Just Lost Job, I Need To Feed My Kids (This man was dressed like he just stepped from the cover of GQ. Full three-piece suit, hair done, nice shoes, and he was fiiiiiiiiiiiiine!)

And my personal favorite:

• Obama Wants Change. I Need Some Change $$$

Are these creative homeless folks unique to Denver? I’ve never seen anything like it. Is the creativity a result of how hard it is to get people to open up the ol’ wallet and help, or are they just a different breed?

I have no idea, obviously. I wish I could help them all, but I can’t. So, I’ll do what I can and continue to enjoy their signage.

Ok, so I haven’t been here in awhile. There are many reasons for this. Mostly, my words don’t seem to want to come anymore, which is ironic considering I’m a writer. I feel like a bottle that has been corked, trapping all the wordy goodness inside.

I love that I write for a living, but it kinda sucks all of the words you want to use for yourself right out. I get home from work and sitting at the PC and writing some more is just not at the top of my list. Or it wasn’t, but it is now. This is my space, I just need to reclaim it.

I miss you.

Current Mood: Confused

I went to Yahoo’s main page to check my email and saw this:

Now, I know I just commented on her “fat pleats,” so I am not going there again. My beef with this little snippet is the “gate.” Why does everything have to be -gate? Weightgate, Monicagate…does anyone even know why the “gate” gets tacked on? It’s from Watergate. You know, the HOTEL that’s actual name is WATERGATE. The Hotel wasn’t just named “Water” and when Nixon decided to go all criminal, someone tacked “gate” onto the end of it. So why now, every freaking time there’s a scandal, or apparently someone drops 15 pounds, is the word “gate” unceremoniously added to whatever clever beginning title someone thought up?

Jesus.

Current Mood: Angry

I don’t know why, but I actually thought that my grandmother and I were on good footing. Leaving her was hard, and she had planned to move to Denver after selling her house. Now, we’re right back where we were a year ago. She’s calling and screaming at me, everything is my fault, I am the worst granddaughter ever, blah blah blah. I get so tired of the drama and the games, oh and did I mention the drama?

I’m going to go curl up with my book. This girl has had enough for today.

As I am the last to know everything celeb related (unless it’s Nancy Grace, and then I am all up in that bitch), I am sure everyone knows Jessica Simpson put on a little weight. This is old news right? It wasn’t even news to me when the story first broke. So the media was screaming that Jessica had gotten “fat.” I figured that meant she went from a size zero to possibly a size four, and me and my plus sized ass moved on with our lives.

Then came today. I was reading all about Stevie Nicks dissing LaLo (HAHAHAHAHAHA, poor Lindsay Lohan with her lesbian lover gone and her dreams of playing my own person hero dashed…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) when what did my little eye spy in the corner of the story? Why this picture, of course.

See those lines on either side of her fly? FAT PLEATS!!! Those are 100%, totally-trying-to-hide-the-pouch, fat pleats! Any big girl will tell you about the trauma of the fat pleats. They are the first step towards sweatpants and the “Woman’s Wear” department. No wonder the press was so upset.

FAT PLEATS!