So I occasionally wish I was one of those crazy delusional women who totally have no grasp on the difference between fantasy and reality. Cause then? I would totally have the most awesome life ever.
Now I don't mean delusional like just knowing that Jensen is only waiting until his final season of Supernatural is done next year before he declares his undying love and devotion to me and whisks me away to Monaco where we'll live in a mansion with a yacht and peacocks wandering through our award-winning English garden...
No. I'm not delusional like that.
I mean delusional in a quaint way. Delightful even. Like truly believing that it was my mad bartering skillz (yo) that got me a discount on my necklace at the Farmer's Market the other weekend. Not that it was already way over-priced and that he was thinking about lowering the price tag on it anyways.
Delusional like thinking that the reason that charming lawyer guy offered me a ride out to the summer BBQ that we were all invited to means I'm his date. You know, not that he's just being practical and trying to save the environment by promoting car pooling. Cause it totally could be like a date right?? Even though we're meeting in a neutral area so it's not like he's dropping me off at my place so I can invite him in and give him wine and flutter and giggle and....
Wait, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah. Peacocks. English Gardens. Or something.
Anyhow. I'm sure everyone knows some crazy delightful girl like that right? The one who reads weird things into the most innocuous events and takes them to a totally bizarre place that's in a completely different area code from reality? The one who makes you wrinkle your brow in confusion and tentatively say "uhhh I don't think him saying "have a nice day" was code for him being in love with you."
And then they roll their eyes at you like you're the most UNobservant person on the planet and clearly they know better.
Yeah. I think I want to be like that. Cause it sounds like a lot more fun.
I've changed my goal. Instead of wanting to be everyone's cute and fun friend, I want to be everyone's delightful and crazy friend. WAY better stories that way.
OK. I have to go shopping for my date with charming lawyer. Cause clearly he's going to propose at the end of it.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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So you wants to be like meeeeeeeee when you grow up? Awwww...how sweet!
Believe me, it's way more fun being the crazy one! As long as, ya know, it doesn't get to the point where people *expect* you to take off your clothes and dance on the table. Not that I have ever done that. No seriously. I haven't. But it doesn't surprise me when it surprises people that I haven't.
Have fun on your date! I'll go buy some wedding magazines tonight!
...but Jensen IS waiting until his final season of Supernatural is done next year before he declares his undying love and devotion to me and whisks me away to Monaco where we'll live in a mansion with a yacht and peacocks wandering through our award-winning English garden...
what are you saying? (New seasons starts Sept. 10)
I should warn you, honey; Jensen is going to call you...a LOT. Especially when he has to leave you at home in the mansion to go on set. In addition to multitudinous phone calls, you will have to deal with the fact that you will be fresh meat for the paps...
There is a girl at the local MacDonalds that is desperate for me.
"Big Mac, please."
"Do you want fries with that?"
"OK, make it a meal."
"Do you want to GO LARGE?"
See? Gagging for it! Open your eyes and you will see many, many guys just waiting for the sign!
You can only pull this off if you wear lots of scarves and 1940's inspired hats. Don't ask me why, but this seems to be the dress code for the romantically crazy woman of today.
I hope you had a fabulous time on your date! And why didn't you text me at the end of it?!?! I will forgive you for that as long as you don't make me wear a pink bridesmaid dress to the wedding ;-)
This is pretty cute. The only problem with being the crazy out-there girl is that the fall from disappointment is big.
But obviously Jensen is going to call you. I mean, that's a given.
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