Why not watch me blabber away about Noel Gallagher's Top Ten Bands OF ALL TIME and why he said that "no female artists" were allowed on Sky News tonight?
The show is Sky.com News. If you remember I was on there about a year ago...and, well, it was sort of awkward.
And I didn't know what I was talking about, and I didn't have time to do my hair or makeup and had to dash-out of work to find a better shirt to wear.
OH! And they didn't tell me which camera to look into and I was flustered and scared of BEING ON LIVE TV.
Now at least I sort of know what I'm talking about, have had 4 hours notice and think I might even wash my hair.
If you'd like to watch me, I should me on about 7:45 on Sky News.
Or, I think you can watch me online here or maybe here. I'm not sure if they've changed it since last time I was on.
OK. Off to go stare at my closet in a fit of panic...
**Update** So! It went OK. Better than last time...except they fucked up TWICE and said I was from "buzzbitch.com". Oh and I referred to Noel Gallagher as NOAH Gallagher! LOL Oops. Whatever. It went pretty well, I think my hair looked better than last time...
"Don't sit and agonize over how you're not good enough. Don't leave yourself with a pile of dead clay. Start and keep going; if you stop, start again, and keep going." - Alice over at Finslippy.
This is such a beautiful, beautiful post on marriage, friendship and partnership.
Check out this magnificent post over at BitchBuzz! Just look at the magazine cover! Just look at it!
I am honored to call you both my friends.
Here's to you on your special day.
Aloha,
xoxo
Hi folks!
Just wanted to let you know that as of 3am this morning, BitchBuzz is LIIIIIIVE!!!!
While this is just sort of the bare bones of the design and functionality of the site, I'm still very, very proud of it.
On this very day, exactly two years ago, I started this blog.
And, I have to say, aside from marrying Iain and moving over to London, joining VOX and creating CupCate.com was the best decision I have ever made.
Without this blog, and without supportive, fabulous, good looking neighbors and readers like you - I don't know where I'd be.
Thank you so much for all of your support and for continuing to read and comment post after post.
You guys are so awesome, and have no idea how much you all mean to me!
Tonight I shall rub pink frosting all over my body and chug vodka in your honor.
I don't have a best friend.
I think I'm just not meant to have one. The term "best friend" feels so young to me. Not judging those of you who do have a best friend, just for me...I can't really have one. I'm shit at it, to be honest. I've been burned too many times before with people who have been my best friend:
Best friend all through elementary school, Jessica, was a pathological liar and extremely jealous and possessive of me at the same time. I wasn't allowed to have any other friends but her, and in high school things turned really disturbing as when I became friends with another girl named Emily and Emily's best friend Krista.
The four of us started hanging out, and one day Emily's dad all gave us a ride home from a basketball game. Krista and Emily invited Jessica and I over for a karaoke sleep over.
Now, I used to be really weird about spending the night over at people's houses I didn't know that well. I'm just really private. Did I want to sleep on the floor of someone's house I didn't know that well, and have them see me in my glasses? I wasn't sure. So when when we got to my house, I was suppose to run in and ask my mom if I could spend the night.
What I actually did was run in and tell my mom,
"Hey, Emily wants to know if I can sleep over...I don't really want to...Is it OK if I tell them you said no because I have to go to Dad's tomorrow?"
My mom responded by saying,
"Yeah that's fine! Just blame it on me. Tell them I say no."
So, I ran back outside and tell Emily's dad and Krista and Jessica my story of why I couldn't come over. We all agreed to hang out some time next week.
Little did I know that while I was in the house explaining to my mom that I wasn't comfortable spending the night at a new place, Jessica - my best friend - was busy spewing some viscous lie to everyone in the car about my mom being an alcoholic and that she was probably drunk and if I couldn't spend the night - that would be why.
I didn't find all this out until a year later, when Emily and I had become best friends and we found out that Jessica had been spreading vicious rumors about Emily. Emily explained that she didn't tell me about the car incident earlier because she just didn't know if it were true or not, or if Jessica actually lied as much as I claimed.
And that brings us to my best friend Emily.
Emily and I had a lot in common. We were both incredibly emotional, loved singing and karaoke, Christina Aguilera, John Mayer, Britney Spears and The Real World. We would eat McDonalds and then complain about how fat our size 5 asses felt afterwards. Emily taught me how to hate my body and how to flirt. She was an ex-cheerleader and we would spend hours in her bedroom singing and bitching about all the tradgedies of being 15.
We had a couple good summers, and then Emily started hanging around the popular kids. They liked her because her parents had the money to buy her clothes from Abercrombie & Fitch, and she was cool with molding herself into whoever they wanted her to be. I, on the other hand, wasn't.
Slowly but surely I became her unpopular best friend that was in Drama Club and Newspaper and was friends with The Mormons. She got a boyfriend and kept silent while everyone talked shit about me. She never joined in, but she sure as hell never stood up for me.
After high school, she went on to go to our local University, lived in the dorm, and joined a sorority. She broke up with her high school sweetheart after cheating on him with my former crush and Sadie Hawkins date - the son of my mom's best friend. I nursed her through her period of self inflicted heartache, and accepted the fact that she didn't seem all that enthused when I finally got a real boyfriend for the first time.
Over the next two years we maintained a distant sporadic friendship shaped of random dinners at Chiles and Frappuccinos at Starbucks closer to her home than mine. When I met Iain I'd come over to her apartment, over 20 miles away from my house, sit on her balcony and smoke while she pressed me for more details...seemingly living vicariously through me.
We stopped talking after she failed to clear her *busy* schedule of parties and sorority events when I came back home for the first time after moving to London. She sent me an angry email 3 months after my trip back home asking why I deleted her off my Myspace friend list.
I sent her another one back explaining it was because she was a self absorbed bitch who cared, scratch that, has ALWAYS cared more about her social life than being my best friend. How was it that she doesn't make time to see me, ignores me for three months, and then emails me to say, "We're no longer friends on Myspace?"
How about no longer friends in real life??How about I got married and you were so busy planning mixers for Alpha Pi Douche that you didn't even fucking know.
She responded by telling me that I was demeaning the "life she had worked so hard for" (more like "the life my parents have paid so much money for") and that I don't "know her anymore". Oh. And "goodbye".
Haven't heard a peep from her since.
The most recent "best friend" I had was named Roseanne. We had high school class together and bonded through a common interest of not doing any work for the class...ever. She welcomed me into her group of misfit emo kids and they seemed to like me alright - despite me completely lying about liking bands they did and obviously having not nearly enough knowledge of 1980's British Punk.
Roseanne weighed about 242lbs, which she quickly lost through using laxatives, binging and purging, and a burning desire to be thinner than her popular, punk princess best friend. She transformed herself into a warped version of her best friend, and even went as far as to make-out with said friend's long time ex-boyfriend behind her back. She, in every way, had turned into a skinny bitch.
I always kept Roseanne at bay because she was clearly in need of some intense therapy, and had a malicious, controlling streak that unless you were aware of what she was doing, you would become her puppet on a string. We drifted apart after high school (mainly due to me avoiding her and her awkward boyfriend), but she got in contact with me in early 2005 when she suddenly inherited a lot of money. She got extensive plastic surgery, decided to go to school in England and thought that now would be a good time to rekindle our friendship. (Wonder why.)
For some reason, I didn't see through this and thought she had *changed* a lot since high school. She seemed to be more mature. She seemed to be less controlling. So, when she moved to England in September 2005, we kept in contact and became really good friends through our daily email conversations.
I booked a ticket to see her in the upcoming January in September 2005, before I had ever even started talking to Iain.
Basically, during my visit to her in January, we made a 3 day trip to London so I could see the capital..and meet Iain. Despite having her boyfriend with her, she turned into a jealous, controlling, malicious bitch. She ruined my last night with Iain, and we spent the whole night, and early morning, arguing and screaming at each other. I was called a cunt, she tried to convince me that Iain was a liar and "not the right guy for me" and that "all the therapy in the world wouldn't be able to help me if I stayed with him".
Obviously, I spent the rest of my vacation with Iain in London, and then had to drive all the way to her flat up north to retrieve the luggage I had left behind. Upon opening it I found that she took back all the things she had given me for Christmas, and had slipped in a Chlamydia test kit into my belongings. You know, because I'm a whore. Get it?
Needless to say I haven't talked to her since. (Despite her "I'm sorry, but you still used me to get to Iain and are wrong about everything that happened" email that she also had published on her then public Myspace blog.)
She was the last person I called a "best friend".
Since then, I have met some incredibly fabulous women.
I think that I have some soul-sisters dotted across the globe. In San Francisco, in Davis, in Egypt and in some strange corners of the earth that I've yet to visit.
I have a good feeling about these women and I feel like I will know them a very long time; see them marry, see some of them have children, see them find their way in the world and make their dreams come alive.
But the label "best friend" is just dead to me.
Best Friend used to mean constant phone conversations, shopping, driving around with the windows down singing Britney Spears, back stabbing, being ditched and being lied to.
Now, I'm quite happy to email my friends. Talk to them on MSN when we're both at work. Get coffee whenever we're on the same continent and have champagne pajama parties. Plan websites together and how we'll take over the world.
On an everyday basis, in real life, I am friendless. When my laptop is off, there is no friend to meet with for lunch. There isn't a girlfriend that I can call and be like, "Hey, dude. Coffee?" without there being an incredibly expensive plane ticket involved.
I've met some really cool girls in London...
But we all know that we're not friends like that. There are a couple that I think we could be. I think that we could be friends for a while. But I just wouldn't be comfortable sharing all the ins and outs of my life and skeletons in my closet with them.
Maybe that's my fault for not opening up more, or maybe it's just me growing up, and realizing that friendships are not going to look how they did when I was 14.
While I love that I have friends around the world...I still wish that I could have them all in one spot so we could go out for coffee every once and a while.
That would be superb.
The fantastic ladies over at The Frisky asked me to give them a list of nominations for their annual Hotness Awards, and just posted them up on their site!
I tried my hardest to not just list country music bands and lame answers like "I don't watch TV", and I'd like to think I nominated some pretty cool stuff. (Who would argue that the Rain vs Stephen Colbert Dance-Off wasn't the hottest scandal of the year?)
