Less is More

I don't like to talk about Boyf that often, or rather not about stuff between the two of us. We live together now, so it'd be pretty hard to not mention SOME conversations, but we're a fairly private duo.

Boyf is MUCH more private than I. Less dramatic too. Like that'd be an effort.

So...

I really like dating this man. That is all.

Akeelah and the Bee

In movie-to-food terms, it's comfort food, but a good meal.


and PERFECT for me and Dante and Cormac to do make-overs and gossip about boys!

silver cormac-lining

It's pitch black at 6pm, I'm watching a show about HUGE frogs from, like south america or something, and I have no job.

It'd be easy to go mad if i didn't have this cute puppy creature to keep me company.

Sam W. Soothing Message #1

Hello, Jady. I'm Sam Waterston.

You may know me as a soothing, knowlegable attorney on TV's Law and Order, as well as guest spot on several other series in the Dick Wolf family of entertainment. I'm quite comforting and well-spoken.

I believe you may have need of my influence, Jady.

Many people worry, in their mid-20s, that they've mis-stepped in their professional and, ha ha, yes, personal paths. That isn't so. You're awesome, Jady.

I approve of your prudent use of your spare time to bake cookies as well as the later extrapolation you've made to give edible treats as holiday gifts this year.

You are also at a lovely weight and I like your hair.

I know you may be feeling lethargic and weak this week, but remember, vitamins are there for a reason! You deserve the best of health, Jady.

Thanks again for allowing me a moment of your time. I'll just stand here and make soothing noises whilst you rest.

Theeere you go. rest, rest. good girl.

Cloverdale, IN

Me: You know, Sister actually said she felt uncomfortable with me being here.
1: Oh, I don't know why you'd say that, Jady.
Me: Uh...why would I lie?
1: I don't know, Jady. I'm not THAT kind of doctor.


You know, one moment, your fractured relationship with your mom and stepdad seems to be knitting up nicely. The next moment, they call you a liar and a lunatic.

Maybe one of them will try to convince me that I'm making up my depression again. Because, as y'all have seen, depressed is the funnest thing to be EVER. Sister, on the other hand, doesn't seem interested in spending time with me at all over the weekend. As in refused to hang out at all........SO glad I came.


I'm rethinking a visit home for xmas.











p.s. I considered NOT posting this blog, but chose to a)record this trip for future warnings against optimism and b)tell Cloverdale, Indiana to officially fuck OFF.

Cleaner

http://www.aetv.com/the-cleaner/

Imagine: an hour of Benjamin Bratt giving advice in a harsh, angry-soulful voice: "I know what it's like...I know what it's like to fire up that spoon and feel invincible for that first 3 minutes...so what you wanna do, man? be another rock star cliche?" AND FUCKING SO ON.


I don't want to do a long sass-dance about addiction-drama media in general, because lord knows I'll always be deeply critical of anything claiming 'shockingly REAL' portrayals of cutting, addiction, disorders, depression, etc. They're silly and overdramatic. Ta-da.

The Cleaner, however, is particularly insulting--because i really don't think the creators know how preachy, silly, and totalitarian they are. For example:

1. Unless someone is drinking molten lava, it will usually take more than, say, 4 seconds after consumption to have an allergic reaction/ overdose.

2. Meeting people and asking them to help you find drugs ON THE SAME DAY is not very inconspicuous.

3. 'Hey....I've BEEN there! I KNOW what you're going through!' is not a magical phrase that knocks addicts out of apathy and establishes the speaker as a sage, healing figure. Sorry.

4. Please tell me this show isn't taking air time away from Breaking Bad...Breaking Bad is far more awesome

5. Drug mules aren't often 105 pound rich white chicks. Sorry again.

6. Friends who use aren't evil 'bad egg' types who force Your Good Daughter into bad situations. There's been a problem, it's Your Good Daughter's problem, and shooing away her 'bad' friend won't help a bit.

7. I hate Benjamin Bratt so much. Used to not really mind him. But apparently he's his own, personal jesus.

8. 'I hope she's ok...' 'She will be.' Really? REALLY?

9. It's strange that Mr.Cleaner is so damn astute about every stanger he meets, but hasn't noticed that his daughter has an anxiety disorder and his wife is clearly underweight.

10. Forcing someone to clean up over a weekend and shoving them into rehab is the worst imaginable way to facilitate lasting change, you dumb didactic fucks.




*sigh*



Oh, thank god. House is on. Where the drama is intentional and the addictions aren't solved by magic.





edited to add:

TV Promo: House can cure one more thing...end-of-the-weekend-itis!
Boyf: Swelling of the end of the weekend?
Me: *sigh* no-one enjoys your grammatical nit-picking, baby.

In the Hood

Watching Leprechaun 5 (Leprechaun in the Hood), distressing sparkly jeans for a great halloween costume, with a cute boyf on his way home. Dare life be awesomer?


Ice-T: (as a mean pimp in L5:LitH) I hope you had sex last night, because I'm going to come over there and cut off your dick!


I LOVE halloween movies.

Flu-thulu

I've been holed up in the apartment for the last 3 days, coughing up green and yellow slugs. My body aches, I have no job, I'm not doing a show, my mom wants me to get a job, oh yes she does, and I've felt much, MUCH prettier.

So, basically, I'm writing a post because boyf's off at his Pub Quiz and I'm too sore to sleep. Instead, I'm running a bath with Epsom salts, sewing a few stuffed animals, and watching House so I feel guilty about not saving lives.

TV makes me feel guilty.

*sigh*

Not that I'd fly to Africa and treat TB sufferers, not on my paycheck, but Damn, Cuddy looks good for a doctor. Doctors don't normally look that good. Hell, actresses that age don't normally look that good.

I'm taking a bath for Boyf, mostly. He shouldn't have to suffer just because I'm too tired to wash up.



edited to add: David was moved from the hospital to a rehab center, where he works out for 3 hours a day, and has all sorts of bars and rails and nurse-types to help him move around. I imagine all the employees are dressed in tuxedos, and everything is beautifully choreographed. Mostly because I'm inclined to think of life in musical seqauences, and a lil' bit because I hate thinking about my mom's husband in pain.

Robert the Old

It's my sister's senior weekend in two days, and I'm a little shocked to realize she's...um...grown up.

The picture above, at Robyn's high school graduation, astounds me. It was during the Weeks of Crazy, June 3-June 15, 2005.

June 3rd-Mom's Birthday/Ashley dies
June 5th-Ashley's viewing
June 6th-Robyn's Graduation
June 7th-Ashley's Memorial
June 9-11-Joel's Wedding (our cousin and my god-brother)
June 15th-Robyn's Birthday

I could write a book about THAT debacle/celebration/mourning/festival of fucking madness...in fact, I am. Still, I managed to smile at my baby sister's graduation, and that's something.

So now, nearing on 4 years later, she's nearly done with college, and I'm in awe. Robyn has played soccer all four years, she's sustained a GPA I would've killed for, and she's graduating with a degree in MATH. She's also blonde and blue-eyed and gorgeous.

I guess what I'm saying is, I deserve a lot of praise. For not hating her awesome guts.

Yeesh

My stepdad, shown here in nerdly professor headshot, got in a biking accident this week. He hit his head, so he doesn't quite remember what happened, but his shoulder, ribs, pelvis and kevlar helmet are all broken. Damn. He had surgery today, Mom's been spending nights at the hospital.

I can only imagine how scary this would be as a wife; it's pretty unsettling from 5 states away. Spraining my ankle was an ordeal, mind you, and I've never broken a bone in my body.*

Mom won't let me fly out and David can probably find helpful, numbing drugs on his own, so I'm doing the only thing I can. Signing up for a month of unlimited bikram yoga classes and attempting to get at LEAST as athletic and bad-ass as David.






*yes, I'm aware that's a stupidly fate-challenging thing to say. I'll be wary.