Thursday, July 1, 2010

Am I Liz Lemon?

I was talking to Casey the other night about relationships, kind of. I said, “Ugh, why can’t people just be normal?”

“Do you think you’re normal?” He asked me.

“Not at all.”

“Me neither. I’m not normal.”


I like to think I have it all together, but I’m just as weird and insane as the next person. I mean, let’s face it. I make bad decisions, I act like a boy, I share too much information when I’m drunk… and sober, I get jealous and I’m cranky when I’m tired. Ugh. I’m the only person in the world who is cranky when they’re tired!

Lately, I’ve been dealing with the fact that I’m completely incapable of liking nice guys. I don’t understand why I’m not interested in people who are cute, nice and interested in me – but could talk all day and night to (and about) guys who treat me like shit. And are probably losing their hair. And... are sleeping in park benches in Boston Common.

Once upon a time, in an episode of "30 Rock", Liz Lemon said, “What can I say? I’m a sucker for a bald spot and a hairy back.” This is the one time that I really, really hope I don’t end up like Liz Lemon. OK, there are a lot of reasons why I don’t want to be Liz Lemon. That one mainly, though. God, please, don't make that true.

I'm not too worried about it, yet. I'm only 24. My "settle down and get married age" is around 46. So, I'm right on track!

God Speed Rabbit Face.

Hi Casey. (You're the only one who reads my blog.)

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