I’m not feeling well again, and I can’t sleep. I can tell I’m on that verge of losing a bunch of weight again because I have lost all sense of an appetite and my stomach hurts like heck right now. I kind of saw this coming, but I still hate it.
A nice new person signed my guestbook! I love when that happens. And yet again, it’s a lovely 30-something! I’ve just visited her page and read a great list of 100 things about her. This sinches what I’ve been trying to explain to Nate all weekend. I need to start a club of 30-somethings so I have a place to hang out, a little group of people in the area that would love to come over, watch obscure movies, eat swanky food, and talk about life in general. Hey, if we’re feeling wacky, we might get into a few “Good Old Days” conversations, and actually have things to talk about that we miss from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. As crazy as that sounds, I’m constantly finding myself in such discussions and actually keeping up with the conversation. Don’t ask me how that happens, it just does.
I need more 30-something friends in the area. I have one in London and one in Dallas that would just be so much fun to live near to. They’re the type that I would actually enjoy shopping with, which is shocking for me, so that’s saying something. And now this nice lady who signed my guestbook, I totally agreed with loads of stuff that I spotted on her site in only a few minutes. It looks like she’d be a great member of my Repubocrat party…
Speaking of politics, I’ve decided it’d be really funny to run for Governor of Texas when I’m 40 or so. I figure by then I’ll have already changed the world and accomplished everything on my dream-goal list, so being Governor would actually be like having time off for a change. Plus, it’s just way too much fun to say ‘gubernatorial’. And you know, if it’s a worthwhile cause *and* it has a funny name, it’s definitely worth pursuing.
And, if I was Governor by the time I’m 40/45, I could be President by age 50/55… Imagine the possibilities! 🙂
I went out shopping today with my Mom. We were actually looking for suits for my old Movie Buddy Mike to take to Italy, since he’s going to be serving a mission for our church for two years. We went to this amazing outlet store where Hugo Boss suits are only around $250. We weren’t getting $250 suits for Mike, since he’ll wear this suits out, but still. Hugo Boss for $250, that’s downright close to a miracle.
Anyway. I ended up spinning through the ladies suit section and actually found some business suits that fit! That *never* happens for me, they never have enough of a waist so I end up looking like a block. Granted, I do have extremely odd measurements (to give you an idea, I’m something like a size 12/14 in the shoulders and a 6/8 in the waist, then back to a 10/12 in the hips), but still you’d think some designer would have a thing for someone with a body like Marilyn Monroe, if Marilyn had decided to be a football player… I swear, I somehow inherited some poor man’s shoulders, and somewhere on this earth that man has small, feminine shoulders more in proportion with my body. I suppose I don’t mind too badly. At least I’ll save a fortune in shoulder pads.
But yeah, I found some fantastic suits. One of them – which is now officially my “Governor of Texas Suit” – is winter white, and the fabric is so perfect! It’s kinda knobbly-woven and just all cute. And it has some kind of ivory-like buttons. To top all this off, everything hugs in all the right places! I absolutely adore it. I also got a black satin evening suit, and a black suit with pretty satin trim. They’re fabulous, and they were dirt cheap too.
I really should try to sleep, but everything hurts too badly. Oh well.