liquified....

i am almost an inanimate object at this point in my life.i have spent the past week watching seasons 4,5,and six of sex in the city,preparing for the viewing of the movie.you must understand that i am doing this for one of my best friends,her name is deb and only she could actually get me to watch THAT much sex in the city.i had lost interest somewhere during the third season,also about the time that deb and i moved into the "living apart" part of our long and illustrious friendship.(i have known her since i was a sophomore in high school) back when she and i lived together,we both worked day jobs and we watched SITC and friends before we went to bed.it was like an off switch for my brain.everyone has a superpower.hers was getting me to watch television.

i have never been a television person.when i was a little girl,i was not allowed to watch much in the way of television,mostly because my brother(three years my senior) was allowed to,and he had turned into a complete zombie,and my parents didn't want to make the same mistake twice.as a result,i was speaking and reading before he was. by the time i was old enough to rebel,i was hanging out with these anarchist gutter punk types telling me that television was a tool of the government to keep the masses pacified.i took this to heart.

in the first apartment that i shared with a number of other people,i had the only television.it was for my vcr.i love movies(they have a beginning and an end,at which time to go on to do something else with yourself after) it was an old beat up thing,and i tuned the uhf and vhf knobs to the point where no channels came in.i told all my roommates it was broken.it took them six months to figure out that i was bluffing. then i ended up actually trashing the thing in an effort to stem the tide of stupidity reigning in the household.yanked the cord right out,then made like there had been a very tragic accident.no one else in residence was amused.

back to the matter at hand.i have become a shut in,trying to catch up on the seasons that i didn't bother to watch.deb loaned them to me en masse about a week ago and told me to get cracking,because she had planned out the night for us to go to the movie,and where,and all this and it seemed like an awful lot of research and hard work,so i agreed.she likes to talk about the plot lines,so i couldn't cheat.

all this being said i think that maybe i am just not that girly.i mean i understand the concept of dating and heartbreak and the need for an amazing core group of women in ones life.but alot of the drama is basically about them being shallow.about them looking for something to be wrong with everything.wtf?i guess that in a way i am thankful that i got frogmarched through this parade of cynicism and really bad apparel.it has made me think about alot of things.i have realized that i am happy that my girl-friends have amazing depth and can look past all matter of faults to find beauty in most everything.i am happy that i am not in a place in my life where all i can think about it getting married and having babies.i am also glad that no one and i mean NO ONE could ever,ever get me to wear a flower the size of me head over one of my tits.ok?

at least i got something out of this.....other than making deb a very very happy lady.silly silly creature that she is.