I discovered a new show last night. Well, new to me. I hate not being able to do anything. I don’t like spending all day in the house or on the couch. However, when I do it, I do it well. I had been saving up all my shows on my DVR for a couple weeks, knowing I’d be needing things to help me not go crazy on the couch. Yeah, well, I used all those the first night. Apparently, I don’t watch as many shows as I think I do. Last night, knowing I’d go stir crazy just watching whatever was on TV, I went to Wal-Mart, hoping to find a TV on DVD series. Just as I was about to give up and leave with only The Princess and the Frog under my arm, I saw Drop Dead Diva hiding away all by itself. I’d thought about watching that show several times and never got around to it, so I thought I’d give it a try. Oh. My. Goodness. I love it! I was up till three watching it. It is cute, funny, and heartwarming. And, as is everything else in life, it can be twisted to be very apropos my life. (not really sure if I’m using that term correctly. nor do I care.) The main character dies and gets accidentally put in the body of this fat girl who also died. She now how has to work with her near-fiancé. He is dealing with her death and the loss of the love of his life. She is grieving for him, as he is within touching distance, but she can do nothing about it. Line after line, I felt was for me. About grief. About loss. About attempting to live and not spend life stuck in the past. I also relate to the constant struggle with food in the character’s life. My favorite funny line thus far? “I hate it when fat things happen to skinny people!” Classic!
Earlier in the day yesterday, I got an email asking me about some supposed comments I had made about my parents on facebook and asking me if such and such were true. What had been said wasn’t true, and I knew I’d never said anything of the sort. However, there is that moment when you go, what did I say—what could have made people think that? I went through every post I’d made since February. Couldn’t find a thing. I don’t know why I was surprised. I always blame my hometown in Missouri for being ripe with gossip, but really, it’s everywhere. I posted a comment about it on facebook and received quite a lash back on there—not against me, but against our town in Missouri—which was not my intention. I was very blessed to grow up where I did. However, it also prompted some people to share other gossip they had heard about me. Actually, I think this is the best gossip I’ve ever heard about me. It seems someone had gone up to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known (well, one of two—BAM and TKM). They were trying to fill her in on the gossip about two of her friends and old classmates. “Did you hear the Brandon Witt and PC are gay lovers now?” She informed them that actually, Brandon Witt and PC are cousins and were not in a gay relationship with each other. Cracked me up. Like it wouldn’t have been enough for my grandmother to have learned I was gay, but also that my boyfriend was her sister’s grandson! Love it! Maybe I should have gone that way though, now that he is a recording artist. (Remember to get his album “Leaving California” on iTunes—I need my alimony!)
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