Diary Entry 11/16/09

Hey Kids. Here's a preview of what you're about to read: shopping, musicals, dreams, humor, randomness, your mom. If any of that sounds interesting to you please read on, otherwise please leave because I'm not in a good mood.

Actually, I haven't been in a good mood for a while. I don't know if it's my "man-struation" cycle making me moody or if I'm depressed. I'd like to think I'm not depressed because when I see those anti-depressant medication commercials, I freak out.



Here's how I saw that: there's a blob with a face and a frown slowly moving around looking paranoid while a bird flies around it. Then it starts to rain because that's what happens when you're depressed. Then after the blob takes the medication a flower suddenly appears on the ground and the cloud goes poof and the bird reappears from behind it, which is to suggest that you might get hallucinations from being drugged. It's okay because you'll start to smile again, and be able to bounce around (even though you're a blob with no feet, but what isn't possible when you're high, right?).

It's like he was defying gravity. SPEAKING OF DEFYING GRAVITY (I know that was a lame segway) > Glee was so great this week! I'm so glad they chose to sing a song from Wicked. It's one of my faves. I've been singing that song in the shower this past week and pretending I was a diva a Tony winner a woman a good singer.

It helps to sing in the shower when you're feeling down. It really does, trust me I know. I do it ALL. THE. TIME. Buying clothes also does the trick, but I'm poor right now so that's not possible unless I don't eat for a few days, which is possible only I wouldn't be able to shop if I was hungry. I don't shop like you shop. It's hardcore. You would need to be on wheels holding a stick and blowing a whistle to shop the way I shop. I don't do any of those things, or course, because I'm a pro.

The only thing I love more than buying clothes for myself is to shop for other people. I love being a personal shopper for my friends and gather all the items I think they should buy and do a styling session in the fitting room. People say it's a gift. I think it's compensation for my lack of a Barbie growing up.

Just to clarify something in case you've been wondering: I'm a boy. I know that doesn't come off when you read my posts but it's a fact. I'm a real boy. I don't dream of ever being a woman. I just want to be me.

And that's my entry. Until next time, my 10 readers (hey, whatever, that number has gone up. from 6). Tell your friends about me. And your co-workers. And your mom. XOXO.