Today’s been a really bad day. This is the worst my stomach has been in a very long time. I need to call my doctor first thing Monday morning because I just can’t take this anymore. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight for a long while, in spite of being really tired. I think I’ll lay down, pop in a movie, and see if I can’t exhaust myself watching Monkey-People chase after Marky Mark.
Man did I hate that band when I was younger. What’s even scarier, though, is Donnie in The Sixth Sense. Honestly, him in his underwear was the only scary thing in that movie for me. I know that sounds really funny, but I mean it! Ha ha, not for the reasons you’d expect, or the reasons you’re probably snickering about. (Mmm, snickers bar…) A crazy guy with a gun, standing in your bathroom with nothing on but tighty-whities; that can actually happen. Some dude in his underoos is more likely to kill you than some dead people, so that scared me.
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. I remember my best friend Naomi and her sisters had New Kids on the Block Barbie dolls when we were little. Those girls were *obsessed* with New Kids on the Block, Beverly Hills 90210, et al (but of course they deny it now.) Those poor Barbie Pop-Singers were so worn out from over-use by those girls. They were dragged everywhere, and I think their dog actually chewed one up I still remember sitting on her porch swing in South Carolina, trying to convince her to play Barbies “my way” (stealing GI Joe guns from my brother and then either reenacting a war in stylish pink outfits, or robbing a bank, or running away from something.) If it weren’t for all the pecans we ate while playing “her way” (going on dates with Jordan – I think he was her favorite, getting a pizza, going to the movies, having the cliche dream wedding, etc.) I don’t think I would have enjoyed playing. But dang those pecans were good. Fresh off the tree from the recess yard at her elementary school.
That tangent didn’t make any sense. So much for that trip down memory lane.
Mmm, snickers bar…
I don’t remember much about Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. I’m counting my blessings on that one, since that’s probably a really good thing. I remember lots of things from the 80s and early 90s – like going to Kindergarten feeling all hip because I was the only one that not only had an “In” denim jacket, but I was the only one who knew it was “In.” I’m trying to convince myself that I went through my teenage years from Kindergarten to fourth or fifth grade, and I’ve since passed that phase. I’ve been trying to think about the typical “Teenage” things I do, and I can’t name a single thing. (And no, I don’t want comments on that from my family, thankyouverymuch.)
This is helping a little, my stomach doesn’t feel quite so icky. But it still hurts to lay down or sit up straight. I think I’ll keep babbling.
I watched Matt Damon on SNL tonight. That was rather entertaining. I especially liked the fake commercials, but I wish they would have kept going with it. The NRA taking shots at Steve the Dell Guy would have been pretty funny. “Dude, you’re gettin’ Heston!” Or that Geico gecko. The gecko pulls into his “employee of the month” spot, and a van plows right over him. Heck, it could be an ad for their own company, advising against careless driving. Yeah, that’d be faaaaabulous.
I think I’m going to go watch the monkeys now. Because everyone loves monkeys in space suits. And you may quote me on that.