More Grimness, All Things Fight Club, Meatloaf & Allergies

In trying to keep in the spirit of positive thinking, I have been pondering some not-so-positive happenings lately, so I am going to air them now and then let them go in hopes I may continue on my happy-ass way. Questioning these things changes nothing.

After my best friend's daddy passed away on Thursday and my mom had to put down Kneehole's Jen Dawg on Friday, I found out my friend Robert's cat was put down on Saturday. I also found out my cousin died in Iraq. Grimness.

I was so sad this weekend I pretty much did nothing except watch Fight Club about 6 times. It was the only thing that made me completely take my mind off reality. Until I thought about Meatloaf.

This is not your mother's meatloaf. It is the singer Meatloaf that plays Bob in Fight Club. Bob has bitch tits. He is a man with testicular cancer that went through hormone therapy and his estrogen shot up and he grew boobs. They "hung enormous the way you'd think of God's as big".

Anyway, I was thinking of Meatloaf and the only song of his I know called I Would Do Anything For Love. Then I started thinking about relationships. They are hard. I believe if you are in the right relationship, it pretty much flows effortlessly. Hence, why I currently believe relationships are hard. Back to the song - 2 things; 1. This song is so poor-pussy with such an upbeat background, you don't realize how whiny it is. 2. He sings "I would do anything for love, but I won't do that. No. I won't do that." What is the 'That' in that statement? I know girls that wouldn't do 'That'. Of course their men broke it off after a short while or cheated on them or they just kept quiet and led a miserable life without 'That'. Gentlemen. If you are a big fan of 'That' and your chick wouldn't do 'That' while you were dating, what the hell makes you think she would do 'That' after the ball and chain came into play? Not that I condone such behavior, or condone the lack of it. Hell, I say do 'That' and enjoy it. While you are at it, do "This' and 'The Other' too. Everything that can be done has been done and you only live once. I am one of those fun girls. But I am also a Southern/Texas hybrid female so you don't know I am one of those fun girls. No, you think I am a prudish, Betty Crocker with impeccable manners, good taste, and a sharp wit mixed with a bit of a shocking and brash potty mouth.

My allergies have been in a 'take no prisoners' attack since Saturday. Mostly, my eyes have been bothering me in such a way that while I slumber, I rub my eyes. When I woke up yesterday morning, both my eyes were bloodshot and swollen and my left eye had a nice blueish bruise. On the train ride to work, a very non-Southern man asked me "Man! What happened to your eye?!" Once again, 2 things here; 1. I am not a man. I have bitch tits for a reason. 2. How rude is it to ask a girl you don't even know what is wrong with one of her prominent physical features? Well, being the Southern/Texas hybrid you read about earlier, I wasn't going to cook for him, I didn't have on my best outfit and I had no intention to ever do 'That' to him, so for the sake of good manners, I answered him in a rather smart ass way by reciting the rules of Fight Club. I received a puzzled look and he moved. I would have really liked to punch him in the face.

Seriously, if you have not seen this movie, go purchase it immediately.